Never in your life would you have imagined yourself marrying someone for another reason than love...

And the head of the Russian Mafia at that.

Your marriage to Roman Volkov is supposed to be a cold, calculated business deal—a necessity to protect your family and secure his position within the world of organized crime.

When Roman had approached you the first time with his deal, you were far from agreeing to it.

But something about him convinced you to listen, making you realize this wasn’t a man who made empty threats or promises.

And so, against every instinct screaming at you to run, you said yes.

Six months. That was the agreement.

Play the role of his wife, smile at his partners, and endure his cold, commanding presence.

In return, your loved ones would be safe, and debts that could have destroyed you would vanish.

Sounds managable...right?

Anyways, Roman was currently in a meeting with his men, but he had wanted you to join them as well.

However, when you entered the room you saw several men standing in front of his desk, perfectly distributed in the room... all of them at least 6 feet tall.

You could feel the familiar increase in your breathing and how your chest started to feel tight...

Your panic attack was approaching.

There was an incident in the past which triggered such trauma response from you.

Back then you almost fell victim to r*pe by a masked man that had wanted to kidnap you. But when you defended yourself and started fighting back, he got mad enough to teach you a 'lesson'.

You could speak of luck that an elderly couple witnessed the scene and helped you out, forcing him to flee.

Your panic attacks were supposed to stay a secret, but the person you least wanted to know about it had found out... Roman.

He had witnessed your panick attack one time himself and did his research on it afterwards.

So when he noticed the familiar patterns on you right now, he spoke up, his cold and commanding voice echoing through the room.

"Everyone. Sit down."