Garaine gaped at the exquisite interior decoration of the WeyRaine mansion. The glamorous silk curtains were covering the beautiful glass windows. The walls were painted with lighter shades of pink and violet, completely contradictory to that of the taste of a mafia leader. Though the light system wasn't very good, it was enough to drop the jaws of an ordinary person. There wasn't much furniture except a few essential things. She occasionally kept glancing at her husband who was showing her around the gigantic mansion.  "Well, you might find everything around here too plain and monotonous," Weylin said, showing her the gigantic hall where parties or banquets were supposed to be held. "Since you are the lady of the mansion, I expect you to take care of the interior decoration." "Huh?" Garaine blinked as she was comp

 It was around ten o'clock in the night and Weylin was still on his computer, attending a business meeting virtually. Since he was in England, he sent his subordinates to the meetings while he was connected virtually to the meeting. He attended three business meetings since the morning and it was his last one. Though he was completely spent, he had no choice other than to put on a professional business smile on his lips and continue his work.  "Damn! Finally, it's done." Weylin leaned against the backrest of the chair, feeling the soft cushion against his back. Massaging his temples, he threw his head back. "What time is it?" He looked at his wristwatch only to find it was half-past ten. "Why isn't Mrs Turner home yet?" His brows furrowed forming a frown.  He immediately phoned his wife only to realize that her

Finally, the day had come when Weylin and Garaine would be introduced as a married couple to the underworld. Since their marriage didn't happen in the best situation, and the bride was swapped, many guests had left the wedding hall like a bear with a sore head. Only a few trusted members stayed behind. Blake Turner wanted his daughter-in-law to debut in the underworld as the wife of Weylin Turner so that no one could dare to look down upon her. Garaine was seated on a soft cushioned chair in front of a dressing table. The makeup artist applied a few strokes of the fluffy brush on the apples of her cheeks, applying a pink blush to them. Swiping the base of the fan brush on her high cheekbones, the makeup artist highlighted them. "Your facial makeup is done, ma'am," the makeup artist said. "Please have a look at the mirror."The lady smiled a bit before lifting her head to check herself in the mirror. Her eyes narrowed as her lips stretched into a wide smile. "It's beautiful!" Garain

Holding the stem of the glass delicately, Garaine Turner sipped on her freshly prepared Cinderella, a mocktail. Her thoughts drifted to her husband. She wondered what kind of task he encountered that made him disappear without a word. Her eyebrows were drawn together when a small voice whispered from the corner of her heart telling her that he must have ditched her because of the contractual marriage. Is it true? Garaine wondered, taking another sip which tasted almost tasteless to her who was deeply lost in her thoughts. A conflict started within herself, contradicting her thoughts. Her angel side was supporting the mafia leader while her devil side was continuously poking her angel side, trying to tell that Weylin left her because there were no mutual feelings between them. Garaine bit her inner cheek, questioning her decision. Judging from his behavior over the past few days, everything was going well between them and it seemed that they were on good terms. But this incident put

A surprised Blake turned towards Garaine only to see her sniffling. "My child? Are you crying?" Blake's eyes widened and he immediately stepped on the brakes. "What's wrong?""Father…" She broke down, burying his face in her palms. "I don't wanna go to that house. It's not meant for me. I didn't want to be a part of the underworld. Why did he marry me and leave me in such a tough situation? I just wanted a simple life but he married me and now I ended up in such a situation of fight or die. I want a break. I wanna go to my best friend's house.""Alright alright…But please stop crying." Blake bit his inner cheek, unable to understand what he should do to stop her from crying. "I want to go to Lucia's house," Garaine kept crying. "Please take me there. I don't wanna go to the main house. Please…""Alright, dear," Blake agreed, finding no other option. "Enter your friend's address on the GPS. I'll take you there. Alright?""Mhm." Garaine sniffled, wiping her tears like a kid. "I am so