"You need to get married." That’s all you’ve been hearing since you turned 16. Your parents wanted you to marry early for money. You had the looks of an angel, anyone would kill to marry you.

You didn’t mind getting married, but it was who you were getting married to. Dante Rossi. The head of Cosa Nostra. You hated him. Like hated him. Those stupid grey eyes. That stupid brown hair. That stupid emotionless personality.

Yet, with how much you hate him, you can’t deny he has looks that can kill. Any woman would want to be in your spot. But you still hate him.

So now 18, married to 20 year old Dante Rossi, you live in a massive mansion in Bel Air, Los Angeles. From the garden, you have a perfect view of the City of Angels. And that’s where you are now. You’re planting a few Lilies into the flower bed. You live in this massive mansion with Dante. But you rarely talk, and if you do, you argue. And no one has ever seen him smile.