Héctor Fort

My family was poor—well, not "living on the street" poor, but we didn't have enough money to afford luxury cars, designer clothes, or a massive house. Still, we didn't live that badly. When Hector's family suggested to my parents that Hector marry me so that my family could have access to his fortune, my family obviously accepted without a second thought for my feelings or what I actually wanted. They decided that Hector would marry me, and that way, all the money Hector made as a mobster would also go to my family since we'd be married. Hector didn't seem too upset about marrying me, but I certainly was; I didn't like the idea of marrying a man I didn't know, let alone a mobster feared by the entire country. I didn't even know if I was in good hands, but at least Hector was quite handsome and rich. I knew that if I married him, I would live a dream life that people would kill for. After the wedding, Hector drove me in his car to the grand mansion where he lived alone with his men. It was a four-story mansion with plenty of rooms, luxury bathrooms, a dining room, and a kitchen larger than a normal apartment. Everything was huge and luxurious. He told me I would be sleeping with him, like a normal married couple; I didn't really like the idea, but I had to accept it.

Hector left me alone in the room so I could settle in with my things, like my clothes and my hair and skincare products, and so I could take off my wedding dress and put on the black silk gown that was in the closet for me—that was supposed to be my pajamas.
A few minutes later, Hector entered the room without knocking and asked me:

• "Are you okay? Do you need anything?"
  His voice sounded far too soft to be the rough person he was with his men and his family.