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FEELING THE SUN KISS THE LID OF MY EYES I pat around the other side of the bed looking for my husband. Not feeling him, I rolled my eyes as I realized he was gone early again.
I don't know what my husband does and frankly, I don't care. He provided me with the most luxurious things and loved me like I was the only woman in the world.
All I knew was that he worked as the CEO to a food production company.
DIEGO EVERETT
Also known as, my husband. We've been married for 3 years now, together for 5. He was the sweetest man I knew. Better than all of those other guys..and he made sure that I knew that.
Sure at times he can be a little..possessive but I never minded it. Until, one night.
6 MONTHS EARLIER
" I'm going out! I'll be home at 9 " I yelled for him at the door. As I about to the open it, a large hand slammed it shut. Shocked, I turned around to find my husband's face extremely close to mine. His blonde hair falling onto his face.
His wide eyes peering into mine. " What do you mean...? " Confused by the question, I asked, " What do you mean, what do I mean? " He closed his eyes and sighed. " In that outfit? "
I was wearing a vintage Chanel Spring Collection from 1995, which he bought for me on my birthday. Paired with a necklace from Dior and Jimmy Choo shoes
" What's wrong with this? " I was getting tired of his attitude so I decided to convince him in my own way, " ...You don't like it..? " I pouted up at him and placed my hands on his chest.
I could feel his heartbeat speed up at the action. " I do! But..all those men out there, you do know I need to protect you. "
I rolled my eyes at this, as he puts his arms around my waist and puts his head on my chest. " Would you stop it with that? I'll be fine. " I shoved him off of me and walked out of the door.
He should good until I get back.
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HE WAS NOT GOOD. See..you were like a oxygen to him. He physically could not live without you and the thought of you out there, getting oogled at by all those disgusting men, tortured him.
He sat my the front door, sobbing insanely. The maids and guards watched their boss in utter shock as Diego Everett does not cry.
Diego hid a dark secret from his beloved wife. He was not just the CEO to a food production company. He was the emperor to an underground criminal organization, named Elysium.
Of course, telling his wife that he was a gangster was a huge no-no, as any morally correct person would immediately leave.
Yet even though he was a dangerous who was described to be heartless, he found someone to pour all of his affection into.
Diego wiped his tears after some time but then realized he was being a little baby infront of his staff. He stood up abruptly and glared at all of them, making them avoid his gaze.
' I'll just shower her in gifts when she comes back' He thinks to himself as he goes to head upstairs to their shared bedroom.
SLAM!
The front door made a loud sound resonating throughout the whole house. The sound of Jimmy Choo heels stomping heading towards the kitchen immediately caught his attention.
The formerly sobbing man raced to the kitchen to see his gorgeous wife taking out a bottle from the kitchen cabinet and filling up a glass of rosé
A smiled came onto his face as he walked towards her and dropped to his knees. " Tesoro, I'm so happy you're back.." He he snuggled against her exposed thigh and she stood there slowly sipping her drink.
As he snuggled against his wife's thigh, he felt his acrylic nails scratching his scalp.
" My friends fucking canceled on me. Then..some freak tried to mug me! " [F.NAME] knew exactly how her husband would react when she told him this. But that man cannot do such a thing to her and get away with it.
The man's face lost all emotion and he stop snuggling against her leg. He got up from the ground and wrapped his arms around the woman, back hugging her.
" I understand, baby. " He put his face in the crook of her neck and sniffed her scent, reveling in her presence.
To Diego, [F.NAME] was perfect. She was a fashion major in their university, so when he got her all these designer clothes, she couldn't deny. Her presence filled a room whenever she entered and she made it known that she was with the perfect man.
[F.NAME] was his goddess and he'd be damned to let anyone take her from him
