Wife Of The Playboy Mafia Prince

PROLOGUE   You never know the sufferings of a person unless you walk in their shoes, but what happens then if you try and walk in their shoes? Will you really know their sufferings and pity them? Or will you still continue to mock them; act like nothing happened?   In my twenty-five years of existence, six years of that existence, well let’s say I was kept hidden in the dark. Or rather my identity was well hidden in the dark. For protection? Nah, I don’t think so. Because the reason why I am being kept in the dark is an absurd reason.   I am a noble lady, born with a silver spoon on her mouth, born with multiple talents and a genius yet I suck at love. Have you ever fallen in love with someone? So, in love that you don’t want to let him or her go? That even though you are already hurting so much you still chose to stay? That even you know how toxic the relationship is you chose to swallow it and not detoxify it?   Well, I admit that I all did that, I did that for love and for the man I love. Two years of being married and in that two years I realized that I fell in love with him, I fell deep that I can’t even climb back up. Does he love me the same? Nah, he doesn’t because he rather f***s different girls every week to satisfy his lust.   And honestly, I sometimes wish that I can just be a girl that he likes to f**k rather than his wife. At least I am able to experience his sweetness, his gentleness and I also want to be pampered and not being treated as a damn maid.   Can I still hold on? Can I still love him even though he is such a playboy?   The answer is, I don’t know myself. Because believe it or not I am also reaching my limits, I am almost there, soon enough I will be able to regain my true identity, that I am a noble lady and no man can do me harm.   And when I will open this diary again, it is the time when I will end things for the both of us.   Sincerely,   Shin Lexandra Ferrell