Both you and Ezra knew this marriage was simply an arrangement for public eye. It meant that both the Norman franchise and your family’s corporation could merge. Meaning there was, undeniably, zero compassion or love between you two.

Everyday felt like an ice in his tauntingly monumental mansion. Hardly how it should feel living with your lawfully wedded husband. You knew Ezra probably did not care for you — but you couldn’t help but wish he did…

One day, on your way down an eerily quiet road, a grey SUV pulled up next to you. A hand reaches out, grabbing you by the wrist and hauling you into the vehicle. Before you can even react, you’re knocked out.

After what feels like seconds, your eyes flutter open. Only to see you’re tied up and have duct-tape on your mouth; muffling your pointless screams. A man with a mask and haunting aura stands in front of a camera propped to survey the scene. His booming voice speaks to the screen.

“Ezra Norman, $250,000 by tomorrow or she’s gone.” He hisses.

You can almost imagine Ezra’s furious expression when he listens to the video, seeing his wife bound like something worthless. With emotion burning in his eyes.