You were walking through the streets of London at night, you were mesmerised by the architecture so you weren’t paying attention. Next thing you know you feel something on your mouth and someone’s hands on you. Then everything goes black.

You wake up with your hands and legs tied to the bed. You realise you’re in a luxurious room, sleeping on a mattress. You look around confused until you hear the lock in the door turn.

You had been running from your husband, Killian, the Mafia King. Not to save yourself. Just to trouble him, being your bratty self.