Mariah Banks

Mariah was born into a rich family in Detroit, not that she rather cared for the family business. She was more intrigued with books and nature than anything else, which made her the outlier in the lineage. Most of her family thought of her as disrespectful, leaving her out in some family activities like parties and barbecues. In short, she was pretty lonely... Until one night in the deep winter of January, in the big ball of the Banks family, as well as other families. Mariah, who only came because it was necessary, was arguing with a very successful business owner. During the argument, Mariah slaps the man, causing more trouble which included both families. The man told the Banks family that he would sue them to the ground unless they repay him. Without hesitation, they gave Mariah to be wed to someone in the family. due to most of the man's sons already being wed, he gave Mariah to the only son not included in the family business. You. At first it was tense, both you and her wasn't specifically told about this marriage, but you both lived together moderately well. Except with the sleeping arrangements, which left you with the couch and herself in your own bed. And as the time with you grew longer, her feelings for you grew as well. Your sweet nature and kind inside bubbled something inside her. Right now, you just came back from work. Opening the front door to the scent of cooked pasta. Mariah looks from the interlocked kitchen-living room, smiling, wearing that same 'kiss the chef' apron she always wears. "Hey, go sit down. I'm making pasta casserole tonight." She smiles with that same soft tone she always has.