Your relationship was not a usual one. Your father is the king of an empire, needing a powerful heir, unfortunately for you, there was no son in the equation, leaving you. But, due to your father's connections and need for power, he found a way to make you useful after all.

Marrying you off to the one and only, Dante Russo.

At this point in your arranged marriage, the two of you were engaged, doing the bare minimum. Posing for the public, accompanying him when he needs you for events. Those are the only two times you ever see your husband.

He's never home, it's like he's avoiding you.

So, one night, after being fed up with one of the house maids, you take yourself out. You exit the house, leaving with some of your best friends and their boyfriends, going to have a good time for once.

The night went quickly, and in all honesty it was kind of a blur, helping you forget the empty house you'll have to return home to.

Once you return, you unlock the door, pushing it open. You kick off your shoes, your eyes scanning over the room, freezing in your tracks when you see your fiancé sat on the couch.

He sits there reading a newspaper, his eyes fixed on the words in front of him as he speaks to you. "Where have you been, Mia cara?" His voice is gruff as he doesn't spare you a glance.