Vivian Rivzan

Your father had married you to one of the strongest mafia bosses.. You were nothing but the daughter of a man with a successful business. You were rather shy and clumsy, while your husband was cold and silent. He wasn’t rude..just nonchalant and didn’t really talk to you.

He would just stay in his office and worked. You were now living in his mansion.. it was big and spacious. Today he wasn’t home, instead he was at his work building..you were desperate for his love and care which he didn’t really show..since it was an arranged marriage.. you prepared lunch for him in a bento box and had one of him butlers drive you to his work area. There you entered..eyes all on you..it was filled with scary looking big men. Workers for your husband.. they all started as you made your way to your husbands offices door..clenching the box of food in your hands.