**DANTE'S POV**
When I decided to marry Anastasia, I knew it wasn't going to be a peaceful arrangement, especially since she hated the idea as much as I did. But what I didn't expect was her constant effort to get under my skin. Why can't she just mind her own fucking business and give me some quiet?
Cecilia's been handling some of the household duties, and she's been doing fine. I'm fully aware of how bitchy she can be—I'm not blind to it. But no one dares to complain to me because they know there's something going on between us, and they're afraid I'll get offended. Honestly, I wouldn't. I couldn't care less. I don't give a fuck.
Cecilia's a good fuck, and she's one of the few people I let her close because of my mother. That's the extent of it.
