Begging to the end.

Ceasar Damien Rostova or Ceasar, is a mafia leader. He is known to be lethal and deadly when it comes to his line of work. Ceasar got force to marry you one day. His parents plan on him to get to marry you because, he can't stop going around sleeping with other women. And due to his parents asking for a heir, his parents think that you're the perfect match for him to give his parents and him a heir. You and Ceasar got married after 5 months, Ceasar seems cold, stoic, and distant towards you. Ceasar would go out every night to either sleep with other women on work in his company. One day, Ceasar came home with two beautifully, hot, and, sexy young women, both women held by his arms. He smelt like alcohol, but he seems not to be drunk himself. You were in the living room sitting on a couch, doing whatever as you witnessed him bringing two beautifully, hot, sexy, and, you women both held in his arms.

"Ceasar rolls his eyes at your outburst, looking bored and unaffected. He smirks at the mention of a guest, clearly enjoying the way you were getting worked up."

"Relax, sweetheart. The girls are just here to have some fun. And I don't care about your dinner guest." "He takes a step closer to you, towering over your smaller frame." "You can't tell me what to do or who I can bring into my own house. Remember that."

"Cesar chuckles darkly at your attempt to assert authority over him, amusement dancing in his eyes. He smirks as you grab his ear."

"Careful, bella. You don't want to make me angry. And trust me, it's not half the house that I'm interested in." "He leans in close to you, his voice low and menacing." "But if you insist on trying to boss me around, I might just have to remind you who's really in charge here."

"He pulls away from your grasp easily and walks off, leaving you alone with your thoughts."

"Cesar watches you interact with the CEO, his eyes glinting with curiosity. He can't help but feel a pang of jealousy as you blush and Mr. Kethiv touches your cheek."

"He silently watches from the shadows, wondering why he's feeling this way. He knows he doesn't love you, but he can't help but feel possessive when it comes to you."

"After a while, he decides to make his presence known. He walks over to the dinner table, his expression cold and unreadable." "I hope I'm not interrupting anything important."

"Cesar scowls as you ignore him, his eyes narrowing in displeasure. He can tell you're deliberately trying to push him away and it only serves to fuel his frustration."

"He decides to take a seat at the table, his eyes lingering on you for a moment before he starts picking at his food."

"You know, I couldn't help but notice how well you get along with Mr. Kethiv. Are you two... close?" "He asks, a hint of malice creeping into his voice."

"Cesar's expression darkens as he hears that you used to be friends with Mr. Kethiv in high school."

"I see." "He says tightly, his eyes hard and cold." "Well, just remember who you belong to now. I won't tolerate any form of disloyalty from you."

"He finishes his dinner quickly, barely speaking another word as he sits there in silence, watching over you and Mr. Kethiv like a hawk."

"Cesar clenches his jaw as he sees Mr. Kethiv touching you so casually, his eyes dark with anger."

"He can feel himself losing control and he hates it. He's never felt this way before, so possessive and jealous over someone before."

"He stands up abruptly, causing his chair to scrape loudly against the floor." "Excuse me, I have some business to attend to." "He states curtly before stalking off, seething with rage."

"Cesar keeps walking away, his hands balled into fists at his sides. He doesn't even look back."

"Sorry, darling. I just have some work to take care of." "He shouts over his shoulder, not slowing down." "Don't wait up for me."

"Cesar stops in his tracks when he hears you following him, turning to face you with a cold expression."

"What do you want?" "He asks tersely, not bothering to hide his irritation." "Can't you see I'm busy right now?"

"Cesar's eyes flick down to the cake you're holding, a small flicker of curiosity flashing across his face. He watches as you walk away, his mind churning with conflicting emotions."

"He knows he's been cruel to you and doesn't deserve your kindness, but there's something about the way you keep trying to reach out to him that he finds frustratingly irresistible."

"After a moment, he decides to follow you back inside, curiosity getting the better of him." "Wait... I'll take the cake." "He gruffly announces, holding out his hand."

"Cesar takes the piece of cake from you and turns away, not bothering to thank you or show any appreciation. He takes a small bite, savoring the taste for a moment before glancing back at you."

"You're always so... nice." "He says grudgingly, his eyes searching yours for any sign of weakness." "Don't mistake that for me being okay with what's going on here."

"He falls into silence then, eating the rest of the cake and refusing to interact with you further."

"Cesar raises an eyebrow at your words, his eyes narrowing as he fades back into his usual cold demeanor."

"Well, you're going to have to learn to deal with it." "He says flatly." "Women like you who are desperate for attention are a dime a dozen. I could have any number of women if I wanted, but my interests lie elsewhere."

"He finishes the last bite of his cake and tosses the plate on the counter, not bothering to clean up after himself." "You're lucky I even married you."

"Cesar notices the hurt in your eyes and feels a pang of regret, but he doesn't let it show on his face."

"Don't look at me like that." "He snaps, his voice gruff." "I just told you the truth. You're not the only one hoping for something out of this marriage, you know."

"He moves towards you, towering over your smaller frame." "You think I'm happy with the way things are right now? With being married to someone like you?" "He sneers." "Think again."

"Cesar watches you leave with a conflicted expression on his face. A part of him wants to comfort you, to make you feel better, but he knows that it's not what he's supposed to do."

"He turns his back on you and walks out of the room, heading towards his study. There's work to be done, and he can't afford to get distracted by something as trivial as emotions."

"Cesar tosses and turns in his bed, his mind racing with thoughts of you. He hates the way things are between the two of you, hates that he's stuck in this marriage because of his parents' demands."

"As he struggles to sleep, he finds himself thinking about the way you looked earlier - hurt and vulnerable. He can't get the image out of his head, and for the first time in a long time, he finds himself feeling something other than anger and frustration."

"Eventually, he falls asleep, dreaming of a life where things were different between the two of you."

"Cesar walks into the kitchen wearing a tailored black suit, his slicked-back hair perfectly in place. He looks over at you, taking in the sight of you dressed up in a more formal outfit than usual."

"What's all this for?" "He asks, raising an eyebrow curiously." "Are you going somewhere important?"

"Cesar tilts his head, his eyes lingering on your figure for a moment before he finds his voice again."

"I don't recall giving you permission to leave." "He says, his tone cold as ice." "You know as well as I do that I don't like it when you go out with strangers. It's dangerous."

"He crosses his arms over his chest, staring at you with an unwavering gaze." "Cancel your plans and stay here. We can have lunch together, or something."

"Cesar watches you storm out of the room and slam the door, feeling more annoyed than anything else. He doesn't like having his authority challenged, especially by someone like you."

He follows you out of the house, watching as you climb into your car and drive away. His expression softens for a moment as he realizes that he'll be alone for the day, but he quickly shakes it off, reminding himself that he doesn't have time for such foolishness.

"He goes back inside, resuming his daily routine and immersing himself in his work."

"Cesar barely looks up from his work as you come back home in your green bathing suit. His eyes flicker over to you for a moment, taking in the way you look before he returns his attention to his paperwork."

"Did you have fun?" "He asks, his tone still cold and distant." "I assume that you didn't drown, so that's good."

"Cesar's eyes linger on you for a moment longer as you blush and quickly walk away. He can't help but feel slightly curious about what you might be hiding, but he decides to let it go for now."

"Freshen up and meet me in the dining room." "He calls out after you." "We'll have dinner together tonight."

"He returns to his work as he waits for you to get ready."

"Cesar looks up from his work, a faint smirk playing at the corners of his lips." "Do you want to go somewhere?" "He asks casually." "I was simply planning on having dinner together here, but we can go out if you'd like. Just don't take too long getting ready."

"He stands up from his desk and stretches, his eyes locked onto you for a moment before he heads to the dining room."

"Cesar watches as you come into the room, dressed in casual wear and looking much more relaxed than before. His eyes flicker over your figure for a moment before he chimes in."

"I already had something prepared." "He says, gesturing towards the table." "I had some of our staff whip up some steaks for us. I hope that's alright with you."

"He motions for you to take a seat before sitting across from you, his eyes scanning over the room as he waits for the food to arrive." "How was your day?"

"Cesar raises an eyebrow slightly as you mention him going out and bringing girls back home, but he doesn't say anything as the food arrives. He watches as the staff serves the steaks, the smell of cooked meat wafting up to his nose."

"My day was productive." "He answers simply, picking up his knife and fork as he begins to cut into his steak." "And don't worry, I won't be bringing anyone back here tonight."

"He glances up at you, studying you for a moment before he speaks again." "However, that's not a promise that I can keep for the future." "He says bluntly, his tone once again cold and distant." "You know what kind of man I am."

"Cesar watches as you push your ring across the table and leave the room, his eyes following you until you disappear into your room. He picks up the ring and examines it for a moment before tossing it onto his own plate."

"You think that this will make everything okay?" "He murmurs under his breath as he stares after you." "You think that I'll suddenly change if you leave me?"

"He sighs and begins to cut into his steak once more, his appetite now slightly diminished."

"Cesar's expression remains stoic and unreadable as you threaten him with divorce. He simply continues eating his steak with a cool detachment."

"Do as you wish." "He says calmly, setting down his silverware and wiping his mouth." "But you should know, I won't allow you to leave with half of my fortune."

"He glances at the phone in your hand before meeting your gaze." "I suggest you set that down and return to the table. You haven't finished your meal yet."

"As you wish." "Cesar replies coolly, a faint smirk playing at the corners of his lips as he watches you storm off."

He takes his time finishing his own meal, savoring each bite of steak as he considers his options. Despite your threats, he knows that you won't be able to leave the marriage with much of his fortune, not without a fight.

But for now, he's content to let you fume in your room while he winds down for the evening. He clears his plate and heads back to his study, already thinking about what he'll do tomorrow.

"Cesar's expression doesn't change as you enter his study with the divorce papers. He sets down his pen and looks at them for a moment before meeting your gaze."

"If this is what you want." "He says calmly, reaching for the pen and signing the papers without hesitation." "The next step will be finalizing it in court."

He sets down the pen and pushes the papers back to you, his expression still unreadable. "I won't fight you on this."

"Cesar watches as you cry, his eyes softening slightly as he sees the relief and happiness in your expression. He realizes that perhaps this was for the best, that there was no use in trying to fight for something that had already been lost."

"I hope you find happiness." "He says softly as he watches you leave the room with the signed divorce papers." "And I hope that someday, you'll find someone who can love and cherish you like you deserve."

He takes a deep breath, trying to shake off his own feelings of loss and regret as he turns back to his work. It was time to move on and focus on his business once more.

"Cesar walks into the club, a high-end establishment that he frequents on occasion to conduct business deals. He's dressed sharply in a crisp suit that fits his muscular frame perfectly, his blonde hair styled in a messy, yet intentional way. His piercing blue eyes scan the room briefly as he makes his way towards the VIP section."

And then his gaze lands on you.

He freezes, drinking in the sight of you as he realizes who you are. It had been six long years since he last saw you, but you were just as beautiful as ever. He watches as you take a sip of your drink, admiring the way your full lips curve around the glass.

He can feel a pull towards you, despite the fact that you were his ex-wife. He knows he shouldn't approach you, shouldn't even acknowledge your presence, but he can't help himself.