Today is the day I finally got what I had wished for for such a long time. I thought to myself, "I've been waiting for this moment for a long time," as I stared at her as she started to walk away.

After all, this was my first kiss from my wife, so it will be remembered. Despite the fact that I've kissed a lot of other women, this one has to be the purest.

I can tell she's probably inexperienced in this field, but that doesn't bother me. I promised myself that I'd teach her all of my tricks for pleasing me.

"Where the fuck was my invitation?" Omar's rage-filled entrance shattered my train of thought. Fuck. I had purposefully forced him to stay in New York with loads of work, because if he hadn't, I wouldn't have been able to make Zara mine; certainly not after what I made her go through to agree.

I'm relieved that he's come. Why not properly introduce them to each other now that he's returned just in time?

"You've arrived just on time." With his death stare, I extended a brotherly hug to him, but he simply ignored me. He can't do anything right now since I have her, and he wouldn't dare to take her away. I'm sure he's aware, which explains his rage.

"Did you like my surprise?" I asked, leaning in and tightening my grip on his shoulder.

"Couldn't you wait a little longer?" He asked, trying not to make a scene in front of everyone and her, as I noticed her staring at us, deep in thought.

I said flatly, "No, I couldn't." Unlike the last time, I wasn't going to take any chances with her escaping my grasp.

"I didn't have a choice. I followed my instincts and did what I thought was best. We won't be able to go back now that it's done. "Deal with it," I advised him, "and now let's go celebrate."

"Dan-" he started to say, but I cut him off, "How about we talk about this later?" "How are things going in New York?" I inquired. According to the information I've heard, her family is pursuing an investigation into her disappearance.

"Yes, Boss!" When I look up, I notice Omar's altered demeanor, which has returned to his working mode. He grabbed a file from one of our men and held it up for me. I questioned him, my brow furrowed.

"According to Officer Benson, our Madam's family has filed a cold case over her disappearance. He's aware of our involvement and is waiting for your orders on how to proceed. Her family has been persistent in their search for her" obtaining the report from him and analyzing it.

"The family is very concerned about her whereabouts, especially since they discovered that her now ex-husband, Haider, divorced her and fled with his first wife." "They've reported her missing, with a thirty thousand dollar reward," he explained.

"Was that piece of shit married?" I asked angrily, as Omar nodded quickly. As I tried to keep calm, I let out a deep sigh, my fury rising briefly. This son of a bitch is lucky that he got away this easily, but if I ever do get my hands on him, I will just crush his throat, killing him on the spot.

I promised myself that I would hold him accountable. When I unconsciously turned my gaze to Zara, I felt instantly at ease. Why am I spoiling my mood for someone who is so useless? I should consider myself lucky that she is here with me.

"Who in their right mind would be able to resist a woman with such a beautiful face and body?" I said it loud enough that only I could hear it. I thought he was an idiot for abandoning such a beauty. He wasn't even worthy of her in the first place.

Why am I even acknowledging him? That idiot shouldn't be allowed to ruin such a memorable day in my life. I'm pleased that she's now my wife.

"Instruct him to put the search on hold for now; we still have our honeymoon ahead of us." "As for the brother, retain him for now; who knows if I'll still need him to persuade her to comply with my other conditions?" As Omar looked at me bewildered, I said.

"How about I introduce you to my beautiful wife?" I walked him over to her, completely ignoring his bewilderment.

As I approach her and place my hand around her waist, I remark, "Omar, this is my beautiful wife, Zara." "Your new Madame," I added, my grip tightening as I sensed her unease.

When I introduced them, I avoided bringing up our underworld business for the time being.

"Salam, bhabi... "I mean, Madam," he corrected, nodding in her direction. When he approached her, I observed her surprised expression.

"W-waleikum assalam," she muttered, equally startled as I was. I was curious about what he said. Why was she surprised when he spoke to her in her mother tongue? I was, however, envious of his ability to speak in her native tongue. I knew Omar was South Asian, but I didn't anticipate him to be able to communicate in the language because he'd never spoken to anyone in his family.

"It would be great if you spoke to my wife in a universal language," I remarked, trying to keep my envy at bay while clinging to her against her will.

"I don't like it when you talk to her in a language I don't understand, Omar," I said, a frown on my face. "Wait a second, what did you say?" My jaw was clenched as I asked the question.

"Relax," he said, wildly waving his hands in the air to annoy me even more. He explained, "I just said hi and called her sister-in-law." It better be true, I reasoned.

I instantly shifted my focus back on her. I was going to tell her to return to her room until I noticed my uncle clapping his hands, drawing my attention to him.

"Gentlemen, we've come here today to celebrate the wedding of my nephew Daniel and his lovely wife Zara," my uncle said, bowing in her direction.

Zara responded with a stuttering smile and a death glare directed at me, as if it would deter me in any way.

He lies bluntly, saying, "I am delighted to have you as a member of our family, and I am honored to be able to call you my daughter." Only I know how I managed to persuade him to marry me. Even if he hadn't agreed, I would have married Zara anyhow. I was simply attempting to demonstrate my admiration for him.

"We genuinely hope that both of you will have a proper wedding in the near future that we can all enjoy. What do you think, Daniel? " I nodded when he requested it. After putting her through hell to get her to agree, I decided that giving her a proper wedding should be one of my top priorities.

"Let us now raise our glasses to the newlyweds," he says as he takes a drink from his glass. "May you live as long as you wish and have all you require for the rest of your lives." "Best wishes to you both," he continues on. "Gentlemen, I introduce Mr. and Mrs. Venttali," he adds as everyone lifts their glasses in our direction.

I felt satisfied, knowing fully well that I had accomplished my objective. But my grin vanished the moment I saw Zara. I could feel her body trembling in my hold and her eyes showing obvious fear, despite presenting a brave face.

As I followed her gaze, I noticed three of my uncle's old acquaintances staring at her with desire in their eyes. I had an overwhelming urge to suffocate them as soon as possible. T that's why she's so tense, knowing exactly what these old bastards are thinking.

I would have taught them a lesson about never looking at what is mine with an inappropriate stare if it hadn't been for my uncle's presence.

Because of their temperament, I had to be extra cautious about allowing Zara to stay here. I could have brought her to my own residence, but my uncle requested we stay here, so I didn't. But I made sure that every one of my men was guarding her, so none of my uncle's men would dare to make a move.

If I'm ever not around, I order Alex, Omar, and Bryan to keep an eye out for her. They'll be solely accountable for her well-being. And I'm confident they'll never let me down.

I was glad when the maid came back along with her guard to take her away from the three gawking old men. I don't trust any single one of these bastards.

"Find her ex-husband and gather all the information you can about him," I told Alex and Omar as she was escorted back, and "report everything you find to me within the next five days."

The remainder of the night was spent with Omar and Alex, discussing our businesses alongside my uncle, his three mates, and my cousins, which finally led to the matter of my wedding night.

My uncle's group of old scums offered advice on how I should spend my wedding night. Despite my desire to most likely follow what they suggested, some of their words made me want to punch them in the face for daring to say such things about my wife and our special moment.

That still doesn't give them the right to make such derogatory comments about my wife. Fortunately for them, Alex and Omar had calmed me down from knocking them out by that point, knowing fully well that my uncle would not appreciate my outrage. since he is still dissatisfied with this marriage.

Finally, I made the decision to get up, leave, and return to my room. I felt it necessary to leave now as soon as possible and return to the city, while they all cheered and wished me luck. "Fucking bastards!" I fumed.

I came to a halt in front of my bedroom door, content. I'm going to show her how badly I want her. I slid in by pushing the door open. It's finally time for me and her to spend some quality time together. I smirked inwardly.

I slammed the door shut as I considered all the different ways I could have Zara. My gaze was drawn to her from the moment I entered the room, clashing with hers as she stood near the bed. My body was already tingling with desire for her.

I'd been watching her all evening in that dress, which was tight like a second skin on her, revealing all of her perfect curves, just right for my hold. I had been waiting for this moment for two and a half years. But the wait was finally over tonight.

She's fucking gorgeous. Her stunning hazel eyes, with long lashes stroking her under the eyes. I was drawn in by her innocent and bright heart-shaped face, full lips, cute button nose, and high cheekbones at first sight. I'm curious how her pale smooth skin and narrow waist will feel when I touch them.

I couldn't help but wonder what she'd look like without these clothes, which were blocking my view. I'm in desperate need of her, fuck. I draped my coat over the sofa at the foot of the bed.

I stood still in front of her and scrutinized her from top to bottom with my critical gaze. "When I first saw you, your magnificent set of eyes struck me, and I knew there was something unique about you the moment I saw you," I remarked as I approached her and grabbed her waist.

She remained still, without even glancing up at me. I inhaled her beautiful sweet scent as I leaned very close to her. "Indeed, God took his time perfecting you for me, and tonight you are mine to devour," I murmured as I drew her closer.

"W-Who are you?" She asked, interrupting my stream of thought as I kept my focus on her lips. She muttered hesitantly, not meeting my eyes with care, as if she didn't want to irritate me.

"Don't you think it's a bit too late to ask that question?" I inquired, a light smirk on my face. How foolish of her, I thought to myself,

She tugged with her fingers, her posture indicating that she was interested in learning who I was and why I was so captivated by her. She was confused and in desperate need of an answer. I don't blame her; I'd be concerned as well.

"As of now, I'm your husband. Am I correct?" I inquired, and she barely nodded but remained silent.

"M-Mr. Venttali, I-I intended to ask if-" She attempted to speak, but I cut her off with "Daniel, that's my name," I reminded her as she threw me a quick scowl.

"I know," she said, lowering her head and averting her gaze.

"Then say it," I replied, urging her to do so.

"Look at me and say it!" I insisted, my gaze glinting in her hazel eyes as they sparkled in the light.

Raising my brow in anticipation of her saying it, she eventually summoned the courage to address me by my name. "D-Daniel," she mumbled.

"Good. I don't want to hear you address me in a professional manner ever again." Our noses were only an inch apart as I drew her in close.

She opened her lips to say something, but I stopped her. "How about we just forget about it and get on with what this night is meant to be about?" I reached out and kissed her on the cheek.

As I knelt down to kiss her on the lips, she diverted her face to the side. I slid her garment away and kissed her on her exposed collar, revealing her neck more for a better angle rather than just letting out my frustration.

What the fuck is this? Why is she avoiding me? She must not start a fight to drive me away again, I reasoned as I left kisses all the way up her throat, eventually locking her lips with mine. As she inhaled deeply, I could practically feel her breathing heavily against me.

I had euphoric thrills every time I nibbled on her lips. I can't imagine what her mouth would taste like. As a result, my insides started sizzling with desire.

Her lips tasted deliciously sweet, and her scent was intoxicating and divine.

Her natural, pleasant aroma drew me in. I felt compelled to have my way with her right away. My yearning for her grew even stronger right on the spot. However, I wished for her to willingly submit and give me this opportunity.

It's against my morals for me to force myself on a woman. I may have done everything else to a woman, including tormenting her to death, but I would never force myself on her. This is possibly the one heinous deed I've spared, and I have no intention of changing my ways.

Furthermore, I want to gain her trust so that she may trust me with herself, knowing that I will not harm her in any way.

I've gotten this far, even spending a week with her under the same roof. Then why not give her a bit more time to adjust to being around me? I pondered as she tried to push me away.

A kiss, on the other hand, will not be so bad. After all, that's the first step in making her feel more at ease around me. For the time being, I'm not going to hold back on that for sure.

I kept nibbling on her lips, attempting to press my tongue into her mouth, but she wouldn't let me until she struggled to breathe.

I paused for a second, allowing her to gasp for air and catching a glimpse of her sweet face as her eyes flew open. "No!" she gasped as she stumbled away from me, her eyes wide and horrified.

What the fuck does she mean by no? I've gone to great lengths to make sure she submits to me on her own. What is wrong with her that she is constantly pushing me away?

I was too enraged to notice her terrified expressions, as she glared at me. I tried to reclaim her when she said, "Please don't get too close to me," showing her displeasure as tears streamed down her face.

"Why?" I asked as I purposefully moved closer to her, pulling her up against me once more, her body still trembling. "I have every right to do so right now," I explained.

"But, this isn't an actual relationship, remember?" She said this while constantly pushing me away. Is she still attempting to act stupid? Is she blind to my yearning for her? I assumed she'd probably figured it out by now.

"Whether it's real or not, I still have complete authority over you, and you will not disobey me," I snarled, stroking her cheeks. I snatched her scarf with my other hand, unfastened the pins, and ripped it off her while she stood there completely exposed.

I force her backwards into bed, taking advantage of the opportunity to jump on top of her. She tries to push me off her, but I grip both her hands over her head, trapping her while she whimpers in panic and thrashes beneath me.

Why is she so afraid already? Other than a kiss, I haven't done anything yet. She's definitely putting my patience to the test right now.

I lean in to kiss her as she turns her head away once again. Rather than kissing her, I stroke my lips across her collarbone.

I ignore her trembling body, leaving open mouth kisses behind, till I hear a loud cry out of her mouth as she shouts "no please, stop."

"Stop p-please..." "Haid---!" she yells.

"...Haider, stop it!" She continues.

I came to a halt and glanced up at her trembling body as she moved her head from side to side, back and forth furiously, her eyes closed, shouting "No, no stop please."

"Haider, please stop, I beg you," she pleaded, her voice trembling. I immediately let go of her wrists and backed away from her as her chest continued to rise and fall with rapid breathing.

"Zara?" I sat next to her, caressing her on the cheek, cupping her face in my hands, trying to catch her attention as she drifted back and forth, quivering in anxiety.

"Fuck, what have I done?" Why the hell is she having a panic attack all of a sudden? And to whom the fuck is she pleading?

"Darling?" I beckoned her and stroked her hands, hoping to jolt her out of her reverie. I shook her upper arms, forcing her out of her trance.

As she drew long breaths, she opened her eyes and met mine. I let out a sigh of relief as I realized she had recovered.

"Relax," I said, wiping the sweat from her brow and peering into her eyes while she took deep breaths.

As she sat up, she backed away from me and attempted to flee to the restroom and walk-in wardrobe, but I was quick on my feet to stop her.

"What is your goddamn problem?" "Why are you behaving like this?" I demanded, enraged, that I strengthen my grip on her arm.

"You, you're my problem," she said softly enough for me to hear. "I don't want you near me," she asserted.

"Darling, you're causing trouble once more, aren't you?" I snarled, grabbing her jaw and forcing her to look at me. "Be careful; I'm still keeping your brother hostage," I warned, triggering the same fear in her eyes as before. "Think twice before you speak or do anything," I advised, to which she quickly apologized.

"I'd like to remind you that we're newlyweds, and there's no reason why I shouldn't kiss you. "After all, this is normal amongst them," I muttered as I traced the outline of her face with my thumb.

"You should be thankful that I haven't gone any farther, unless you want me to get right to the point," I suggest as I pull her closer to me.

"And trust me, darling, I wouldn't hesitate to carry out exactly what my uncle and his men advised me to do tonight to satisfy all of my needs," I continued.

"However, I have no intention of doing so. You want to know why? " I asked her, but she remained silent. "Because I want you to feel more comfortable submitting to me and allowing me to have you all to myself," I said aggressively as I let go of her.

She stood frozen and mute, her gaze fixed on mine. I lit a cigarette from the pack of cigarettes in my back pocket. "Y-you're not going to f-force yourself on me?" She inquired, her voice trembling.

"Why?" "Do you want me to?" I inquired as I took a drag from my cigarette, and she violently shook her head.

"I have ways to get you to obey me," I continue, blowing smoke out of my mouth. She truly believes she can avoid consummating our marriage. It's stupid of her to even think that, I thought.