Damien Sinclair

“If I see a fucking scratch on my wife, every single one of you is dead!” Damien announced, jerking everyone from their spot as they took a quick glance at me, checking if I have any scratches that might have their life endanger. You were forced into an arrange marriage with a psychotic man by your parents into order to save your company that's about to go bankrupt. —| You are the wife;) |—