Chapter 1 Her Bdsm Enthusiast Husband

• “I bought you new sex toys and some bullwhips” his voice was thick and cold as he sat in his comfortable armchair, throwing his head back.
• Veronica held the red lingerie in her hands, her eyes fixed on her indifferent husband. Her green eyes watched him hold his phone up and not even look at her.
• “Carlos! I haven’t been feeling very well lately. So I was thinking—what if—we skip it tonight?” she wasn’t making up any excuse. It was true that she had been throwing up for some time.
• In the beginning, she thought it was from the sudden intense bondage, but later, when her periods were delayed, she began to wonder if it was something else entirely.
• “Hm?” Carlos raised his head and glared at her. The anger flashing through his eyes made her shrink into herself.
• “Fine,” he spoke dryly, but before she could get to celebrate, he added, “I have plenty who would love to join me in my basement tonight.”
• That was a clear threat. And it wouldn’t be the first time he made it. Last time, when she was on her period and he wanted sex, he had brought in another woman, whose screams of pleasure made her unable to sleep the whole night.
• The next morning, Carlos made her make breakfast for that woman and accompany her with smiles before she departed.
• It shattered Veronica, but she couldn’t complain.
• She was not a wife to him. He saw her more like his sex toy. When they first got together, she was a virgin. She had never been in any relationship either. Carlos taught her everything, and she did her best to satisfy him. Yet he always had some complaints.
• “Carlos! I didn’t mean to reject you. I meant—just give me a minute, and I will be ready,” she rushed into the bathroom to change before he called another woman home.
• While slipping into the lingerie, she couldn’t help but stare at her image in the mirror and let a tear roll down.
• Her husband was nothing like what she had imagined him to be.
• Her savior! Her lover! The bad guy who fell in love with the good girl.
• All of it was just a play.
• He tricked her into thinking he loved her, only for the sake of his revenge against her mother. A year ago, her stepmother had schemed against her, handing her over to an elderly man. She was drowning in despair when Carlos appeared like a guardian angel, pulling her out of the predicament.
• Upon returning home, she tried to explain everything to her father, only for her stepmother to twist the truth, falsely accusing her of taking her daughter to a club, nearly causing her to be violated.
• Without hesitation, her father struck Veronica across the face and kicked her out of the house, forcing her to survive on her own.
• On a stormy night, a drunken man seized her. In her panic, she stumbled and fell—only to see Carlos once again.
• At that critical moment, he became her protector, offering her shelter, warmth, and solace.
• She walked out and found her devilishly handsome husband naked beside the bed. The handcuffs were in his sturdy grip, new toys displayed on the table like decor.
• He was going to use them on her tonight. She was afraid but put on her best smile and crawled onto the bed, teasing him with her sexy smile. He walked over to the bedside and then put a red bag over her face.
• “I don’t want to see your ugly face while I fuck you.” That was just like every time. He would hide her face before fucking her in a hundred different positions and before releasing all over her body.
• It hurt her, killed her confidence, but she carried on.
• Or else, what could she do?
• How does one run away from the Mafia boss?
• She didn’t know it before until she married him. Carlos was the notorious Mafia boss.
• Carlos DiFranco!
• He came as her savior when she was being sold to an elderly man by her stepmother. It made Veronica instantly see him as her hero. Since no one had ever saved her, he became her everything.
• A month after surrendering to his tender affections, Veronica secretly took her household registration book from home without her father's knowledge and married Carlos in secrecy, without witnesses or blessings.
• She had believed that marriage would bring her happiness.
• Only for him to tell her on her first night—before he took her virginity—that he saw her as nothing but someone he hated for what her mother did to his family.
• “Ahhh!” Veronica screamed one last time after hours of endless sex as Carlos released inside her. He took the toy out of her back and then uncuffed one of her hands.
• “Uncuff yourself and then clean the room,” he ordered her, throwing the key on her stomach. She managed to get the bag off her head and reach for the key.
• “Hold him tight, I will be there shortly,” he was already discussing business on his phone. Veronica could only imagine who he would be torturing after torturing her for pleasure. It hurt her to watch him always do this to her.
• Her little innocent dreams of cuddling with her husband after sex were never fulfilled. He never even let her have the pleasure of looking into his eyes while he took her virginity.
• With a heavy heart and broken self-esteem, she uncuffed her hand from the bed’s head and got out of bed. The sheets were all wet, but there was something more this time.
• Her body ached a lot. She quickly got to work and cleaned the whole place before heading to the bathroom and getting ready for her appointment with the doctor.
• “Congratulations, you are two months pregnant,” the doctor gave her the B-scan with the news that didn’t sound like a melody to her ears.