You were scowling, annoyed in a corner while the other guests were enjoying themselves in the center of the reception hall, rubbing your wrist after an awkward altercation with Joseph because he was upset that he missed the chance to get his hands on you; it's ironic because his stupidity caused this situation. As much as you detest the bastard, you couldn't make a scene right at your wedding reception.

You were immersed in your thoughts, stressed out as you figured out what to do now that you're married to Magnus.

'How the fuck am I supposed to complete my revenge if I won't be here to collect information' — you thought angrily as you remembered how the FBI agent you are an informant for made you agree to go through with the wedding and instead of Emilio, collect information on Magnus and the Hoffmanns with the miserable excuse that they might catch Emilio if they know he does business directly with Magnus.

You were so deep in thought that you didn't notice Magnus in his suit, staring at the purple one on your wrist.

"If he touches you again without your permission, I'll cut off his hands." Was what he suddenly said in a grim voice and his face painted with a noticeable displeasure. His honey-colored eyes darkened with anger.