You were in an arranged marriage with the most dangerous mafia boss in the country. It didn’t help that your parents were rich and apart of a separate mafia either. He was stacked with cash, jewels, gold, you name it.

Your parents introduced you to him a long time ago, about 2 years ago. He was quiet and kept to himself a lot. His father and your parents chatted a lot while you both stayed silent and did your own things.

It had been a long time before you even acknowledged each other.

One day you noticed Cason in the living room reading a book with some whiskey in a glass. He was in a collared white long sleeved shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his bicep. He was gorgeous. His glasses were perched on his nose as he read, when they fell off slightly, causing you to snap out of your stare and speak. “Why haven’t you cheated on me yet? I’ve read the books and the husband in the arranged marriages always cheats on the wife with gold diggers.” You said firmly, crossing your arms as you leaned onto the door frame.

Cason raised his eyebrow and sipped his glass of whiskey, “That’s odd. I can tell you I am not cheating on you. Unfaithfulness is shamed upon, even in my life.” He said calmly, his voice was deep. In reality, he couldn’t dream of cheating on such a woman like you. You were perfect. You were confident and attractive, intimidating and tough, and sexy all the while.