Princess and the Billionaire

He’s locked the doors. Hidden the keys. Cleared his schedule.

I run legit businesses. Italian mob bosses don’t call me. Until one does, desperate for a favor. When I get a look at said “favor”, I happily agree. The “favor” is Benedetta.
Quiet.
Meek.
Half my age.

Now my wife.

The day after I married her, I left for a business trip. Tomorrow, I’m supposed leave for another one. But my wife just shared what she assumes our marriage is going to look like. She assumes she’ll be alone. She assumes I’ll take a mistress.

She assumes wrong.

I’ve locked the doors. Hidden all car keys. And cleared my schedule for the foreseeable future. Until I prove to my beautiful Benedetta that our marriage will be nothing like she imagines, and everything neither of us ever thought we’d get.