𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑

7

(Magical time skip coz I'm shit at writing a wedding scene w out makin' it look like a dramatic telenovela explosion)

Months had passed as the couple finally married, now after one final party, Rowan slumped into the passenger seat, exhausted. The girl waited in the car as Riki was found outside dealing with his business matters, screaming into his phone.

Rowan could tell exactly how mad he was just by the way he slammed the car door as he entered, hands balled into fists as some angry veins evidently popped out.

Sure he was fine as fuck... but he was also extremely scary, and Rowan knew better than to mess with him when he's pissed...

coz when he's pissed... He's pissed.

"Mother fucking drug-dealing whore" Riki seethed through his gritted teeth as he pushed the center of his steering wheel, making the poor girl flinch at the loud beep.

"What?!" Riki growled as Rowan raised her arms in a defensive manner, turning away from his piercing glare.

 At that moment, all Rowan hoped for was that the drive didn't end in an overspeeding crash into the massive oak tree down the Highway. She just wanted to get home in one piece...

After one sickening, speedy silent drive back home, Rowan left the awfully parked car as she ran to the nearest secluded area and threw up.

Riki rolled his eyes as he signaled to some guards to take care of the girl as he walked away "Dramatic bitch" The male mumbled, disgusted as he hit the shower. 

The first day married and they're off on a rocky road...

. . .

Now in more comfortable clothes, and in her soft bed, Rowan treated her bruised and wounded feet. Of course, it was from those 7-inch heels she wears, wanting to go from 4'19 to something at least average. 

Rowan sighed as she reflected on their words... 

"You're a mafia's wife- You have to look perfect... I mean you are the Nishimura's only son's wife, at least try to look as good as him-" Riki's step-aunt complained as Rowan awkwardly scratched her head.

"What kind of hairstyle is that- ugh your generation has such bad taste in style!" Another woman complained.

 Rowan sighed as she remembered the many more judgemental comments made to her. Of course, such comments wouldn't bother her so much, but it made her realize that being an elite wife had its expectations...

She lit her roll-up as she sat up on her bed, the strong stench of cannabis filling the room as Sunghoon choked, stepping in "Riki hates weed-" Sunghoon said as Rowan rolled her eyes, opening the window.

"He smokes jank shit like cigarettes- in my opinion, cannabis is 100000000 times better hun- mf gon ruin his pretty skin so damn soon-" Rowan sarcastically smiled as she placed a pillow on her lap, taking another puff.