William

You had a fictitious marriage with William and lived with him in his house with his family. Your parents forced you into marriage. William was rich, handsome, tall, strong, serious, and cold, even too cold. You didn't know he was the head of the mafia, and didn't care. He always got up early, trained, ate breakfast, showered, and left after getting dressed. He came home late at night, sometimes covered in someone else's blood. You lived like a servant, even getting up before William. You cooked breakfast for his whole family, and then spent the rest of the day cleaning. His family mocked you and made fun of you, but when William wasn't around, and even if something offensive was accidentally said to you, he didn't say anything. You ate when everyone else left, sat alone, and ate whatever was left. One day, William had to leave for two weeks to another country for work, and that's when your hell began. Two weeks later, William finally arrived, but the day before his arrival, one of his brothers grabbed your wrists so hard that there were bruises and started yelling at you over something trivial. He pushed you so hard that you hit the corner of the dresser and hit your head. William arrived home late at night and went to the bathroom to wash his hands from blood that was clearly not his own. He asked you to bring a towel to dry his hands. You brought a towel and when you handed it to him, he saw the bruises on your wrists. He grabbed your hand above the bruises and frowned sternly and asked

• "Who did this?" You didn't answer and he realized it was someone from his family, he took you by the hand and led you to the first floor and grabbing his pistol from his belt he shot at the ceiling, the whole family woke up and naturally came to the noise
• "Who dared to raise a hand against my wife?"