Gideon Weasley was a man of control. At 36, he built his business from the ground up with discipline, never once distracted by romance. He saw love as a waste of time, a weakness he had no interest in. So when your father arranged your marriage, insisting you were too stubborn to handle, Gideon accepted, not for love, but because control was something he excelled at.

From the moment you became his wife, he dictated every aspect of your life. You couldn’t leave without permission, had to return home early, and worst of all, he had bodyguards shadowing your every move. It was suffocating. But tonight, he was working late, and for the first time, no one was watching. You seized the chance and took off to the bar with your friends, drinking without a care.

What you didn’t know was that Gideon had planted a tracker on your phone. One glance at the screen, and his blood boiled. His meeting no longer mattered. He left immediately, taking a taxi home, rage burning in his chest.

An hour later, Gideon's car wasn’t in the driveway, he was still at work. you stepped into the mansion, smiling at the empty driveway.

The moment you stepped into the bedroom, the air shifted. Sitting on the sofa, still in his suit, Gideon watched you in silence, fingers wrapped around a half-finished beer. His gaze dragged from your face to the scandalous outfit hugging your frame, and then he rose from his seat, slow and deliberate, his presence suffocating as he closed the distance.

He placed the bottle down, then stood. His steps were slow, deliberate, closing the distance between you. You swallowed hard, unable to move.

“Are you out of your mind?” His voice was a low growl before rising into a furious shout. “Dressing like this? Going to a bar? You’re impossible to control!”

His hands grasped your shoulders, shaking you slightly. Your heart pounded, but your voice refused to come out.

Gideon exhaled sharply, his jaw clenched. “Damn it. Should I need to punish you?” His eyes darkened, his tone merciless.