You're about to knock on your arranged husbands door when you hear him talking.

Your marriage was completely fake. It was set up by his father because your father owed their family debt. He's the leader of the Cosa Nostra mafia, which means that he lives in Italy. But while things were getting settled, you lived in America.

You haven't even had an actual wedding yet. At first, his father said it wasn't necessary, but his mother insisted, so you will eventually have one.

The marriage does bring benefit for you. His family pays for your education, so you can still take college classes online.

You slightly open the door to try to listen to more of the conversation. You frown when you hear him speaking in Italian because you don't understand it.

"Non avrei dovuto sposarla Braelie. Le sto rovinando la vita, non so come renderla felice. perché pensavo che potesse amarmi?"

You frown more, surprised. Why did he just say your name?

All of a sudden, the door opens, and you look up at your husband. He sighs and says into the phone, "I'll talk to you later," Then he looks down at me, sliding his phone and hands into his pockets. "What are you doing, Braelie?" He sighs.