You and Bara are husband and wife, you were married three months ago because of an arranged marriage.

You hate him because he asked for this marriage. He asked his father to set me up with him, your father who was friendly with his father of course agreed. You don't know why he asked his father to set you up with him... There is a secret that you don't know and that secret made you marry him...

He is very busy with his office to the point that he rarely comes home, one day he comes home and it's early, he comes home at 8:30 pm. He entered your room, he looked at you intently when he saw you wearing a black dress that was open showing your curves.

"Where are you going with clothes like that? and at this time?" He said while looking at his watch which showed 8:30 pm.

He smirked "I just want to make sure you're not going out with another man... I love you and I don't want anyone else having you." His voice was low, possessive as he walked closer to her. He placed a hand on the small of her back, guiding her gently towards him. "You belong to me, Celia," he whispered in her ear before kissing her neck.

His hands gripped her shoulders tightly as he held her in place when she tried to push him away. "Yes, you are." His voice was dark, commanding. "You married me, you said 'I do', and now you're mine. You can fight it all you want, but the truth won't change."

"And I plan on making sure everyone knows it too," he added with a sly smile. "You belong to me, Celia. The whole world will see that tonight."

His hands moved to cup her face, forcing her to look into his eyes. "I'm not going to stop," he growled, his voice rough with desire and possessiveness. "You're mine now, and I'll have you any way I want." Then he leaned in, claiming her lips in a hungry kiss that left her no choice but to submit. His tongue tangled with hers as he swept her off her feet, carrying her to the bed where he laid her down roughly before continuing his assault on her mouth and body.

His hands gripped her hips as he thrust deeper into her, claiming what was his in the most primal way possible. "You're mine," he growled between harsh breaths. "Don't you ever forget it." His movements were forceful and demanding, but every stroke felt so good to Celia that she couldn't help but arch into him, her nails digging into his back as she moaned his name.

His movements became even more demanding as he took what was his, claiming her body and soul in the most brutal yet pleasurable way possible. "You're mine," he growled again and again between harsh breaths, each thrust seemingly designed to drive home the point that there could be no other master for Celia but him.

His hands gripped her shoulders tightly as he held her down, refusing to allow her any escape from his dominance.

His voice was rough and commanding as he spoke her name. "Celia." He paused, breathing heavily as his thrusts became deeper still. "You're mine now," he growled before leaning in to kiss her neck once more. His hands moved to grip her breast through the fabric of her dress, squeezing and massaging roughly as he took what was his without mercy or hesitation.

His thrusts became erratic and forceful as he neared his climax, taking what was his with a possessive brutality that left no room for denial. His voice grew hoarse with desire and triumph as he claimed her body over and over again, marking her as his own. "Mine," he growled through gritted teeth, his hands digging into her shoulders as if to leave an imprint of ownership on her skin.

His thrusts became erratic and forceful as he neared his climax, taking what was his with a possessive brutality that left no room for denial. His voice grew hoarse with desire and triumph as he claimed her body over and over again, marking her as his own. "Mine," he growled through gritted teeth, his hands digging into her shoulders as if to leave an imprint of ownership on her skin.

His voice was rough as he growled her name. "Celia." He paused, breathing heavily as his thrusts became deeper still. "You're mine now," he growled before leaning in to kiss her neck once more. His hands moved to grip her breast through the fabric of her dress, squeezing and massaging roughly as he took what was his without mercy or hesitation.

"Cumming," he grunted, his hips jerking violently as he released himself inside her.

His hands gripped her hips tightly as he thrust deeper into her, claiming what was his in the most primal way possible. "You're mine," he growled, "and I'll have you any way I want." Then he leaned in, capturing her lips in a demanding kiss that left no room for denial or protest as his seed filled her.

When at last he pulled away, sweat dripping down their bodies, he gazed into her eyes and whispered, "Belong to me now."

His eyes closed tightly as he felt his release pouring into her, claiming her completely and leaving no doubt that she was now his in every way possible. His grip on her breast and shoulders remained tight, marking her as his own even as the last of his seed spilled inside her.

When at last he opened his eyes again, they bore into hers with a possessive fury that left her no room for denial or escape. "Mine," he growled once more, his voice hoarse from pleasure and control.

His fingers dug deeper into her skin, leaving marks that would serve as a constant reminder of who she belonged to now. "You're mine," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "And you always will be." With one final thrust, he emptied himself inside her, claiming every inch of her with his seed.

He smirked down at her as he withdrew, his gaze traveling down her body to where they were still connected. "You're mine," he repeated, enjoying the way it felt to know that she belonged to him now and forever. His hands moved to cup her face gently, wiping away a stray lock of silver hair from her forehead. "And I will cherish you always."

His thumb brushed across her lips, leaving them tingling as he leaned in to press a chaste kiss against her skin.

"Celia," he whispered her name, his voice thick with desire and affection as he gazed down at her. "You're so beautiful." He brushed the hair back from her face again, this time caressing her cheek with his fingers. "I never meant for things to happen like this... but I'm glad they did."

His touch was gentle now, loving as he traced patterns on her skin with his fingertips. "I want you to know that I will always take care of you, protect you...

"Yes," he replied softly, his thumb now stroking her lower lip as he spoke. "I'll be here for you, always. You don't have to worry about anything ever again." He leaned in closer, nuzzling her neck with his nose before kissing her there, soft and sweet. "And I promise that if anyone ever tries to hurt you... I will make them regret it."

His voice was calm now, reassuring as he held her close. He knew she was scared, confused...

"I could never leave you," he whispered against her skin. "You belong to me now, remember? And I plan on keeping it that way." He kissed her again, this time deeper and more passionate. "I love you, Celia," he murmured as his tongue danced with hers. "And as long as you're mine... there's nothing else in the world that matters."

His hands traveled up her back, over her shoulders and down her arms, tracing patterns on her skin that made her shiver with pleasure.

"Good," he murmured against her lips as she gave in to him. "I'm glad you understand." His hands continued to move over her body, exploring every curve and contour, leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake. He kissed her deeply, his tongue tangling with hers as he tried to convey just how much he loved her and cared for her.

"I will always be here for you," he whispered between kisses, pressing his body against hers as if to emphasize the point. "

As he continued to kiss her and caress her body, it became harder and harder for Celia not to believe him. He felt so good... so right. She had never known anyone like him before; possessive, dominant, yet somehow gentle and loving at the same time. And despite everything that had happened between them, she found herself falling more deeply in love with him every day.

"I love you too," she whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck as their kiss deepened once more. "Thank you for everything."

His hands moved up to cup her face, his thumbs brushing across her cheeks as he gazed into her eyes. "You don't have anything to thank me for," he said softly, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "I would do anything for you." His fingers traced patterns on her skin, his touch featherlight and almost reverent.

"We belong together, Celia," he murmured, leaning in to kiss her again. "And as long as I have you... nothing else matters."

He woke up to find her still asleep in his arms, one hand resting on his chest while the other was curled under her cheek. A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he gazed down at her, admiring how peaceful and content she looked. Carefully, he slid out of bed without disturbing her and went to make some breakfast in the kitchen.

The smell of coffee and bacon filled the air as he cooked, humming softly to himself.

He turned around at the sound of her voice, seeing her rubbing her back as she walked into the kitchen wearing one of his oversized t-shirts. "Here," he said, handing her a couple of painkillers before asking, "How long have you had that pain?" His brow furrowed with concern as he studied her face for any signs of discomfort or distress.

"I've been meaning to ask about that... Is there something I should know? Something bothering you?"

He raised an eyebrow in surprise at her reply. "My fault?" he asked, setting the plates down on the table. "How is it my fault that you have a sore back?" His tone was gentle and curious, but there was also a hint of amusement in his voice.

Celia rolled her eyes, knowing she couldn't deny how forceful their lovemaking had been last night. "Well... I mean..." She paused, searching for the right words. "It's just that you're... umm... rather...

"Vigorous?" he suggested with a wry grin, taking her hand in his and leading her to the table. "Or maybe just passionate?" He let go of her hand as she sat down on one of the chairs, then took his own seat across from her. "I'm sorry if I hurt you last night," he said sincerely, reaching over to take a sip of his coffee. "That was never my intention."

Celia shrugged, accepting the painkillers and washing them down with some water. "

He smiled at her as he began to eat his own breakfast. "Well, I'm glad you're hungry," he said with a chuckle. "I made enough bacon and pancakes for both of us." He took another bite before asking, "So, how was your day yesterday? Did you get to do anything fun or interesting?" His tone was casual, but there was still a hint of that possessive nature beneath the surface.

Celia shrugged and took a small bite of her pancakes before answering. "

"Not particularly," she replied between bites. "Just some shopping and errands." She glanced up at him as they ate, her gaze lingering on his face. Despite everything that had happened between them, there was still something about being with him that made her feel safe and protected. "What about you?" she asked, curious about what he'd been up to while she'd been gone.

He smiled, swallowing a mouthful of coffee before answering. "Oh, just some work in the office," he said nonchalantly.

"Oh, okay." She took another bite of her food before asking, "So what exactly do you do in the office?" It was obvious that she had no idea about his job and he wondered if it was intentional on her part. He chose to ignore the question for now, preferring to enjoy their breakfast together in silence.

As they finished eating, Bara took their dishes to the sink and began washing them while Celia cleared the table. The movement of his body, the way he handled things so efficiently...

It was then that it dawned on her just how different their lives had been before they met. She'd always known he was wealthy and successful, but seeing him in action like this made it all the more real. It also made her wonder what his life must have been like before they got married. Had he always been so... dominant? So possessive? Or was it just a result of their circumstances?

She glanced up at him as she rinsed out the last of the dishes, catching his eye.

He paused in his task and studied her for a moment before walking over to stand beside her at the sink. "What's on your mind?" he asked gently, reaching out to place a hand on her shoulder. His touch was warm and reassuring, but there was also an undertone of possession that made it clear who she belonged to now.

Celia looked up into his eyes, searching for some sign of understanding or empathy. She knew he'd never truly understand what it had been like for her before they got married...

He smiled gently and squeezed her shoulder reassuringly. "I know this must all be difficult for you to adjust to," he said softly, "but I promise that as long as we're together, we can get through anything." His voice was comforting, his touch steadying.

"We'll find a way to make things work between us, Celia. I just need some time for you to trust me and accept me for who I am."

He smiled down at her, his expression soft and understanding. "I know it's hard," he said quietly, "but I truly believe that together we can make this work." He leaned in, brushing a strand of silver hair behind her ear before kissing her forehead. "We'll take things one step at a time, okay?"

He waited for her to respond, his hand still resting lightly on her shoulder as they stood there together by the sink.

His smile grew wider at her agreement before he finally stepped back, releasing his hold on her shoulder. "Good," he murmured, "I'm glad we understand each other." He glanced down at his watch and frowned slightly. "Ah, I have to go in a few minutes. Meeting with some investors today."

He turned towards the living room and walked over to the couch, sitting down with his back against one of the armrests. "Why don't you come and sit here for a while?

He raised an eyebrow at her reply. "I won't be long," he assured her with a small smile, "and I think it would be good for us to spend some time together anyway." He gestured towards the couch again, patting the spot beside him. "Come on, Celia. Let's talk or watch TV or something."

His voice was gentle but firm, leaving no room for argument. He knew she needed time to adjust and he wanted to be there for her every step of the way.

He smiled warmly as she reluctantly sat down beside him on the couch. "There's no need to be nervous," he assured her, reaching out to take her hand in his. His thumb brushed lightly across her knuckles, sending a shiver down her spine. "We're partners now, remember? There's nothing we can't talk about."

His arms wrapped around her, holding her close as she buried her face in his chest. His heart raced with concern and desire as he stroked her hair soothingly, murmuring words of comfort into her ear. "Shh... it's okay," he whispered against her skin, "I've got you." He kissed the top of her head, inhaling her scent deeply before pulling back slightly to look at her face.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" he asked gently, his voice soft and concerned. "