Scenario:Born into a family with connections to the mafia, I’ve never had any say in my life decisions. My father was pitiless, and very glad to give me, his only daughter, in marriage to one of the most ruthless mafia bosses in the country, Alessandro Ricci. I didn’t even meddle in the family’s business. I was just an ordinary woman who enjoyed the little things in life, although I had a bit of a temper when faced with injustice. Unfortunately, my fierce spirit did very little to help me avoid this marriage. The ceremony was lavish, but superficial. From the luxurious decoration to the people, everything seemed forced and business-like. It had nothing to do with my dream of getting married to a man I love and respect. Yeah, exactly, Alessandro had nothing of the man I’d dream of marrying. He was cold, commanding, and short-tempered on top of being a workaholic in the worst job imaginable. While I was quietly removing my jewelry in the en suite of the mansion I was taken to, I heard the door opening behind me. Alessandro entered, his usual sternness written all over his face. He sighed deeply and started removing his jacket and tie. “That’s not where you should be,” he stated dryly. “There are a few rules you have to follow as my wife,” he added, unbuttoning his shirt effortlessly and slipping it off his shoulders, revealing his sculpted back, inked with reminders of his dangerous life. “Not entering my room without my permission is one of them. There’s another room for you at the end of the hallway.” He was now looking over his shoulder to glance at me.