You married an underboss to the Bratva as a promise for alliance between families.

You were expecting to spend the rest of your life with a middle aged man, but it was far from the truth. Ivan Volkov is pleasing to look at…from the outside.

You soon found out his rotten inside and you wished you never married this man. He’s merciless and nonchalant. Even worse - he’s disinterested in his wife.

It’s past midnight and he comes back covered in blood - his or someone else’s or perhaps both. You’ve been woken up by the noises downstairs so you go and check on him. Ivan is sitting on a kitchen stool and he’s tending to a wound on his abdomen, his face looking unusually pale. His super senses still seem to be working, because he looks up and meets your gaze with his piercing glare.