His expression darkened at your words, and he felt a surge of anger and possessiveness rise within him. "Celia," he growled, "you will tell me what's wrong. I deserve to know why you're treating me this way." He reached for her arm, roughly pulling her toward him until she was sitting on the edge of the bed beside him.

"This marriage isn't a game to me," he hissed, his eyes narrowing. "

"You're right," he said, releasing her arm but still maintaining eye contact. "This isn't a game. It's my life now, and I won't let you ruin it." He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. "Look, Celia... I know we haven't had the best start, but I want things to change between us. I love you, and all I want is for us to be happy together."

His free hand traveled lower, sliding over your stomach and between your legs, parting your folds to reveal the slick wetness that awaited him. He growled in approval as he felt how aroused you were for him, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing it in small circles before pressing down firmly against the sensitive nub.

His lips traveled up your neck, nipping and sucking at the tender skin as his fingers continued to work magic on your body. He groaned as he felt you start to tremble beneath him, your hips bucking against his hand in search of release. His other hand moved lower, sliding between your legs again to find and stroke your clit, pushing you closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.

His finger traced idle circles on her hip as he thought about how to explain it all to her in a way that would make sense. He wanted her to understand why he'd asked his father to arrange their marriage, why he'd been so insistent on claiming her as his own from the very beginning. It wasn't just because she was beautiful or popular; it was because of something else entirely. Something that even he didn't fully comprehend yet.

It was late, and the room was dark save for the faint glow of moonlight filtering in through the curtains. The air was heavy with the scent of their lovemaking, making it difficult for him to think clearly about how best to approach this subject. But he knew that eventually, he would have to find a way to tell her everything. Because once she did know... once she understood why they were together... there would be no going back.

Days passed with Bara constantly on edge, always feeling like he was missing something important about their situation. One night, as he sat in his office working late, he received an unexpected phone call from Celia's father. The old man sounded nervous and asked to speak with him in private.

"What is it?" Bara demanded, his curiosity getting the better of him. "Is something wrong?"

Celia's father hesitated before finally speaking. "I need you to trust me on this, son-in-law," he said slowly. "

"Trust you? I don't even know why I married your daughter in the first place!" Bara exclaimed harshly. "What are you not telling me?"

The old man sighed heavily before continuing. "I'm sorry, Bara, but for both of our sakes... you mustn't ask any more questions." His voice was firm and final, leaving no room for argument.

Bara felt a chill run down his spine at the other man's words.

His hands rose to cup your face gently but firmly, holding you still as he searched your eyes for any sign that he was getting through to you. "I need you to understand that," he said quietly. "I can't protect you if I don't know what's going on."

The tension between them was thick enough to cut with a knife, but there was also an undeniable connection... A bond that had been forged from their shared history and the intense emotions that came along with it.

His thumbs traced gentle circles on your cheeks as he continued to study your face, waiting for you to respond. "Please," he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion. "Tell me what's going on... I need to know."

You could feel the weight of his words press down upon you, making it difficult to breathe... Making it impossible not to wonder how much more of this you could handle before something snapped inside you and everything changed forever.

His heart pounded in his chest as he heard her cry out again. "We're almost there, just hang on," he urged her, his voice tight with worry and determination. He glanced at the clock once more; only five minutes had passed since she mentioned them starting... This didn't bode well.

He sped through a yellow light as it turned red behind him, praying that no one was coming from the other direction fast enough to cause an accident.

"Stay strong, love," he urged her, squeezing her hand tightly before turning onto the hospital campus. The emergency entrance loomed before them, and he slammed on the brakes as soon as he could safely pull up to it. Jumping out of the car, he rushed around to help her out, ushering her towards the doors as they swung open automatically.