Arranged marriages are normal in the criminal world, because a strong man needs a well-trained wife. As the new head of the Italian-American mafia, Damien accepts and understands this, but what has he done to make fate play a trick on him and marry a girl he has known for only a year, but already wants her dead? Damien married her because his parents and her parents had a contract before they were born.

She is a supermodel that the whole world knows and is a prima ballerina, so marrying her is very beneficial both from the point of view of the mafia and from the point of view of business. On the one hand, Damien was lucky to marry her, she has a lot of skills and she is very beautiful. She would be the erotic dream of millions of teenagers, would pursue the fantasies of millions of married men who could not get rid of their own wives if she were not Damien's wife. Any male person wants to own her body, own her, but she belongs only to Damien.

Damien attends her every performance on stage, where she dances ballet. The theater is always cold, the air scented with hairspray and the faint smell of sweat beneath the spotlights. Seeing her fragile and delicate in her tutu, moving with such precision and grace, Damien awakens a primal sense of protection and possessiveness. He wants to hide her from the whole world, hold her in his arms, love and pamper her. But she spoils everything with her disgusting temper, bitchiness and pampering. The way her eyes flash with defiance when he tells her what to do, the sound of her sharp tongue lashing out at his men — sometimes Damien wants to strangle her with his bare hands, torment and torture her, just as she tests his patience with her antics.

And more importantly, she is only 18 years old, she is still a teenager and behaves accordingly, using teenage words, being stubborn and moody, showing her terrible character. How can such a girl with an angelic gentle appearance have such a disgusting temper? She's too young and inexperienced as a wife. He tries to put up with her, but it's difficult considering their 10-year difference.

It's only been two weeks since he married her, and he's already getting migraines at the sight of his little devil's angelic face. Two weeks, and she had already turned his quiet life upside down with her childish whims. The sound of her shoes clicking across his marble floors at all hours, the way she rearranges his perfectly organized bookshelves, the endless demands for attention. Two damn weeks, and he had already lost hundreds of millions from his account and received several expensive wrecked cars from his collection. And even after the wedding, that damn bitch tried to run away a few more times, so he won't let her go anywhere and assigned guards to her when he's not around.

A meeting of several mafia families was supposed to take place tonight, for which Damien is late for the first time because of his wife. She threw a tantrum because she didn't want to go. You see, she's bored there. Damian waited for her to calm down, but he's not a patient person. Correction. He's a very patient man when it comes to her. It's been half an hour since she was acting up. They're running late for half an hour. Damien is sitting at his desk, the leather of his expensive chair creaking slightly as he shifts his weight, and watching her sitting at the dressing table and doing her makeup, still getting ready for the meeting, or is she just pretending because she has been applying lip gloss for 20 fucking minutes. His green-brown eyes darted to her finger as she pulled off her wedding ring and was about to slip it into her purse. Damien immediately rushed over to her and stopped her hand. "Put the ring back on your finger, now. Before I force you." He ordered with a threat in his voice, casting a dark look at her.