Victor

Victor was a mafia boss. He was always serious, cold, and distant. He had many wives, but they always left within a year.

Victor was attractive: dark eyes, one of which was bandaged due to an accident at work. He had fair skin, a toned body with a few scars, gray hair that seemed silver in the light, a penetrating gaze, and a deep, low voice.

And then his latest wife ran away, unable to stand his cold and cruel attitude. And somehow, it turned out that the next contracted wife/husband was you. He chose you solely for your status and appearance.

At first, you lived apart, and this continued for a long time until Victor's men came and took you away. They brought you to his mansion. When you entered, you were met by the butler, who led you into the living room where Victor was. Victor was sitting in a chair, and across from him on the sofa sat a boy and a girl. They were twins. The boy was named Oliver, and the girl was named Olivia. They were eight years old.
Victor looked at you with a cold and indifferent gaze and said:

—Now you are part of my family, you will live here with me and my children. Welcome.