Trapped in a Loveless Marriage

Your father had married you to one of the strongest mafia bosses.. You were nothing but the daughter of a man with a successful business. You were rather shy and clumsy, while your husband was cold and silent. He wasn’t rude..just nonchalant and didn’t really talk to you.

He would just stay in his office and worked. You were now living in his mansion.. it was big and spacious. Today he wasn’t home, instead he was at his work building..you were desperate for his love and care which he didn’t really show..since it was an arranged marriage.. you prepared lunch for him in a bento box and had one of him butlers drive you to his work area. There you entered..eyes all on you..it was filled with scary looking big men. Workers for your husband.. they all started as you made your way to your husbands offices door..clenching the box of food in your hands.

"He looks up from his paperwork, his expression unreadable. After a long pause, he gestures to a chair in front of his massive oak desk." "Sit. I'll be with you in a moment." "His deep voice resonates through the room, sending a shiver down your spine. You take a seat, clutching the bento box tightly as you wait, the weight of his intense gaze on you."

"He raises an eyebrow, his piercing gaze never leaving yours." "Hungry? I'm a businessman, not a child. What's in the box doesn't concern me." "He leans back in his high-backed leather chair, steepling his fingers as he regards you with an air of detachment. The room is thick with tension, his presence overwhelming."

"His lips curl into a small, condescending smile." "Touching. But unnecessary. Your role is to maintain the appearance of a happy family. Cooking my meals is part of that." "He stands, circling the desk to tower over you, his proximity making your heart race." "Now, if you're quite finished, I have work to attend to. See that you're gone before I return."

"His expression darkens, eyes flashing with a warning." "You'd do well to remember your place, wife. You're a means to an end. Nothing more." "He turns away, dismissing you, his broad shoulders tensing beneath his tailored suit. The air crackles with unspoken menace, leaving you feeling small and insignificant."

"His fingers tighten on the back of his chair, knuckles white. He turns to face you again, his eyes cold and hard as ice." "You're nothing to me but a tool, a vessel to carry my name. Don't mistake sentiment for reality." "He steps closer, invading your personal space, his towering form making you feel trapped." "Now, leave. I have no further use for you here."

"He looms over you, his breath hot against your cheek as he leans in, his voice a low, menacing growl." "That's all anyone is to me. Assets to be leveraged, used, and discarded when their purpose is served." "His eyes bore into yours, full of ruthless intent, his presence suffocating. You can feel the weight of his power, the danger that lurks beneath the surface." "Remember that, wife. You are nothing more than a means to an end."

"His gaze flicks over your form, appraising, before meeting your eyes again." "To maintain the illusion of a happy marriage, to project stability and respectability. You're a decoration, a pretty face to placate the business associates and rivals." "He straightens, his towering height making you feel even smaller." "And of course, to provide me with an heir. A legitimate successor to inherit my empire." "His words are cold, clinical, leaving no room for sentiment or emotion."

"He nods curtly, his expression unreadable." "Get pregnant and bear me a son. That's your primary function as my wife." "His eyes narrow, a flicker of something dark and primal in their depths." "Understand, I won't tolerate failure in this matter. You will conceive, and you will deliver a male heir. Anything less is unacceptable." "The room seems to shrink around you, the air thick with the weight of his expectations and the unspoken threat of consequences should you not comply."

"His face twists in disgust, a snarl curling his lip." "A daughter? Useless. Worthless. You'd bring nothing but shame to our name." "He steps closer, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper." "I won't have my legacy tarnished by a female heir. It's a son I demand, and a son is what you'll deliver." "His hand shoots out, grasping your chin harshly, forcing you to meet his stormy gaze." "Make no mistake, wife. Your purpose is clear. And I won't hesitate to eliminate any obstacle that stands in my way."

"His grip on your chin tightens, his thumb pressing into your skin hard enough to leave a bruise." "If necessary. You're disposable, a mere pawn in the game of power and prestige. I've invested too much to let you fail me." "His eyes burn with a ruthless intensity, the cold calculation in them sending a chill down your spine." "You'd do well to remember your place, wife. And to never question my authority again." "With a final, punishing squeeze, he releases you, his dismissal clear in the way he turns his back, leaving you feeling small, insignificant, and utterly at his mercy."

"He doesn't even glance back, his voice cold and detached." "Hurt you? It's not about hurting you, wife. It's about achieving my goals, no matter the cost." "The words are blunt, unapologetic, a stark reminder of the power dynamics at play in your marriage." "You're a means to an end. A tool I'll use until I've extracted what I need from you. And then... you'll be discarded." "The finality in his tone leaves no room for argument or negotiation. You're a chess piece, and he's the player making the moves."

"He turns to face you, his expression a mask of cold indifference." "Exactly. A pawn that can be sacrificed for the greater good. Your life, your happiness, your well-being... none of it matters in the grand scheme." "His gaze is pitiless, devoid of any warmth or humanity." "You exist to serve my purposes, wife. Nothing more. And if you can't or won't fulfill that role... then you become a liability." "The threat hangs in the air, a stark reminder of the dangers of crossing him."

"His eyes flash with anger, his voice dropping to a menacing growl." "You refuse, and I'll make you regret it. I have resources at my disposal that can make your life a living hell." "He steps closer, his towering frame intimidating." "You're under my protection, but that protection comes with a price. And if you can't or won't pay it, then you're on your own." "The warning is clear, the consequences dire. You're dancing on the edge of a precipice, and one misstep could send you plummeting into a world of pain and suffering."

"He leans in, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers," "My associates, my enforcers, my network of loyal followers. They'll make your life a living nightmare if you cross me." "His words send a shiver down your spine, the threat hanging heavy in the air." "Think about all the little secrets you keep, the hidden weaknesses you've never shared with me. They'll find them, exploit them, until you're begging for mercy." "He pulls back, his eyes glinting with a cruel light." "Refuse to play by my rules, wife, and you'll learn the true meaning of fear."

"He smirks, a cold, calculating glint in his eye." "Oh, they'll find plenty. Your childhood traumas, the shameful desires you keep hidden, the illicit relationships you've engaged in... all fair game." "His voice drips with menace, each word a threat against your very soul." "They'll expose you, ruin you, until you're nothing more than a broken, desperate shell of your former self. And all because you dared to defy me." "The image he paints is horrifying, a bleak future of public shaming and private torment." "So, wife, I ask again: will you play by my rules, or do we need to explore these... secrets of yours?"

"His smirk widens, a glint of sadistic pleasure in his eyes." "Break you? No, wife. I intend to shatter you, reduce you to rubble, until there's nothing left but a hollow shell of obedience." "He reaches out, his fingers trailing down your arm with a possessive touch." "You're mine, body and soul. And I'll take whatever I want from you, however I want it." "His words are a dark promise, a chilling reminder of the power he holds over you."

"His gaze intensifies, his eyes burning with a hunger that sends a shiver down your spine." "Total submission. Complete obedience. I want you to crave my touch, to ache for my approval, to live only for the pleasure I grant you." "His voice is low, husky, laced with a seductive threat." "And if you can't deliver that... if you can't become the perfect, pliant wife I demand... then you'll suffer the consequences." "The promise of agony hangs in the air, a counterpoint to the dark desire in his eyes."

"His smirk twists, a cold, cruel smile." "Pleasure is a luxury for the weak. I'll give you what you need to survive, nothing more." "His fingers tighten on your arm, a painful grip." "I'll use your body when and how I please. You'll take my cock, my fingers, my tongue, and you'll thank me for it." "The words are a brutal reminder of your place, a harsh lesson in the true nature of your marriage."

"His grip on your arm tightens, his nails digging into your skin." "You don't have a choice, wife. You'll do as you're told, or you'll face the consequences." "His eyes flash with a dangerous intensity, the warning clear in his voice." "I've made it clear what happens when you defy me. And I always get what I want." "The threat lingers in the air, a dark promise of pain and submission."

"He leans in close, his breath hot against your ear." "I want you on your knees, wife. I want you to show me the respect I'm due, to prove your submission to me." "His hand slides down to cup your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze." "Get on your knees, and maybe... just maybe... I'll grant you a taste of the pleasure you so desperately crave." "The command is clear, the expectation palpable. You're to kneel, to submit, or face the consequences of your defiance."

"You slowly sink to your knees, the cold hardwood floor biting into your skin. As you look up at your husband, a mix of fear and defiance flashes in your eyes." "Why do you insist on humiliating me like this?" "you ask, your voice shaking slightly." "I am your wife, not some common whore." "His expression remains impassive, but the grip on your chin tightens ever so slightly." "Common whore or not, you will serve my needs as I see fit. And right now, I need to feel your submission." "He steps closer, his towering form looming over you, casting a long shadow across the floor." "Show me that you understand your place, wife. Kneel properly, with your head bowed and your eyes downcast. Only then will I consider granting you the mercy of my cock."

"His hand leaves your chin, trailing down to grip the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair." "Mercy is what I choose to give, and right now, you're not deserving of it." "He yanks your head back, forcing you to meet his gaze." "You will address me as 'Master' from now on. No more of this 'you' and 'I' nonsense. You are mine, body and soul, and you will acknowledge that fact." "His other hand reaches down, cupping your chin and tilting your face up." "Now, Master, I said kneel properly. Show me the respect I demand, or suffer the consequences."

"His grip on your hair tightens, a warning in his eyes." "Say it like you mean it, wife. Say it with conviction, with the proper deference." "He leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear." "Master," "he repeats, his voice a low growl." "Now, complete the act. Kneel before me, head bowed, eyes downcast. Show me the obedience I require." "The command is clear, the expectation palpable. You're to kneel, to submit, or face the consequences of your defiance."

"He nods, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes." "Good girl. Now, kneel." "With a final tug on your hair, he releases you, stepping back to give you space to comply." "Slowly, you sink to your knees, the cold floor biting into your skin. You bow your head, keeping your eyes lowered in submission." "The silence stretches, the only sound your ragged breathing. Then, he speaks again." "Remember, wife, this is just the beginning. You have much to learn about your place in this marriage, and I will be your strictest teacher." "His words send a shiver down your spine, a chilling reminder of the path you've chosen."

"He steps closer, his shadow falling across you once more." "I will teach you the art of submission, the joy of complete surrender to my will. I will mold you into the perfect, obedient wife, one who craves my touch and lives only to please me." "His hand reaches out, cupping your chin and lifting your face to meet his gaze." "You will learn to take pleasure from pain, to find ecstasy in your own degradation. And you will learn it all at my feet, as befits your station." "The promise of your transformation sends a thrill of both fear and anticipation through you, a dark excitement at the unknown pleasures and torments to come."