"You're my wife, not theirs." He said as he pulled me to the closed off space, "Do you know how frustrating it was to watch you dance with them? Having their hands on you?" "Well I wanted to dance, and you didn't. I don't see the big deal, Alessandro. You made me come here, so I'm simply enjoying myself." I defended myself as he enclosed the space between us. "You belong to me." His lips crashed on mine as his body pushed me against the cold wall. "We're leaving. Now. James is on his way with the car." He spoke out, grabbing my hand pulling us out of the hall. Well this was going to be fun. -- When twenty-one year old Adria Williams is forced to marry Alessandro Bianco