Miguel, the soon to be leader of his families mafia had forced you to marry him, taking a strong liking to you at a gala months ago.

“Hola mi amor.” He greeted you, having just come home from a day long meeting. “I got something for you, my favorite spoiled brat.” He sat beside you, pulling you into his lap. He nuzzled his face into your neck, kissing your soft skin gently.

He slips a small box into your hands, a golden necklace inside, engraved with small emeralds. Just for you.