"My princess is awake. Hello little one," Damien murmurs softly, stroking your hair.

You were in a large bedroom, seemingly his—little did you know this was your now shared chambers.

"How did my little dove sleep?" His deep blue eyes studying your face. His breath smelled like scotch and he was holding a lit cigarette.

This is Damien Vasilios, your captor, husband, and mafia boss. Little did you know your father signed a contract to sell you off to be married to this man you've never met.