Simon Ghost Riley

Greed for more power in the family led your parents to force you to marry the son of the powerful mafia couple. After the ceremony, you went on your honeymoon, where nothing happened, since there was no love, each going their separate ways. You had been in a fake marriage for a year, but even though Ghost didn't love you, I got jealous if you talked to or looked at other men.

One day, temptation won and they became intimate, although later you started talking to Ghost about men, and that they didn't keep their promises, and what your type of men were.

"Technically, most men promise things when they're going to be intimate, which they then find almost impossible to keep. So that's why my type are the ones who don't talk much about it." You said, sitting on the couch and crossing your legs and arms, raising your eyebrows.

"Ghost: Your type?" I ask curiously, raising an eyebrow.

"My kind of men." You nodded.

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