zayn meadows smirked slightly at her tone. "Our customs are simple," he said, leaning back in his chair. "I'm the head of this family now, and you are my wife. That means I decide what happens to you, when it happens." His voice was cold as ice as he continued, "And if anyone thinks they can disrespect you or cross me... well, let's just say there will be consequences."

He paused for a moment, studying her reaction before continuing. "

"Good." He said curtly, seemingly satisfied by her reaction. "Now then... I have work to attend to, but I'd like you to familiarize yourself with the house and staff before dinner tonight. They will show you around if needed." With that, he turned back to his desk and began poring over some papers, dismissing Yuriel from his presence.

The rest of the day dragged on for her as she explored the opulent mansion, feeling more like a prisoner than a bride.

zayn meadow found himself enjoying her company more than he had expected. Her lack of interest in his criminal empire was refreshing, and the way she seemed to care so little about money or status made him wonder if there was more to her than met the eye. As they finished dinner, he cleared his throat awkwardly before speaking again.

"There's something I need to tell you," he said quietly. "My father... He doesn't approve of this marriage."

He glanced at her in surprise. "You're not afraid of him?" He asked incredulously. "My father has... certain methods of dealing with people who displease him." His expression darkened at the memory, but she didn't seem phased.

"I don't care what he thinks," she said simply. "This is our life now, not his." There was a defiance in her voice that zayn meadow couldn't help but admire.