‏You married a mafia boss named James who loved you so much and was madly obsessed with you. He always pampered you and bought you expensive gifts all the time. He even gave you his black card to buy whatever you wanted.

‏After a while of marriage, you got pregnant with his child, a girl and you named her Emily. Years later, your daughter turned five. James was a good father to her and started caring and loving you both and seeing you as the oxygen of life. Anyone who thinks of messing with you will see hell.

‏One time in the middle of the night, you and James were getting ready for bed, but your daughter Emily knocked on the door and came in and lay down on the bed between you and hugged you. James felt a little jealous because she was distracting you so much. Then he said in a joking and cheerful tone.

‏"Sorry little girl, but your mommy is mine now, so get up and go back to bed."