You met Charles when you were fifteen, he saved you from some guys with bad intentions. From that moment you knew you were screwed, Charles took you under his protective wing, and that's how you stayed for ten years, being his protégé, there was no sexual context or anything like that, he simply took care of you because he adored you, you were his best friend, his right-hand, even if you weren't involved in mafia matters at all.

So when you turned 24 he told you with all his words that he had already decided and you would be his wife, he didn't ask you if you wanted, he just determined and you accepted, at first it was strange, he was your best friend, but then you started to enjoy that attention and you really believed that one day he could love you, it was like that for 2 years, until you found Charles with a call girl at your house, at your bed.

You made a huge scandal and stated in so many words that you hated Charles, you felt disgusted with him and that you would never in a million years be his again.

So three months passed and now you were at your favorite club, dancing with a friend. You felt everyone on the dance floor move away from you and slowly a wall of Charles' henchmen formed around you and Charles. His eyes bore into you like a weapon and you sighed, knowing what was coming.

“You belong to me.” he said in an authoritative tone.