The moment you stepped into his life, everything changed. You weren’t just a wife. You were his. Emphasis on that.

Marriage wasn’t a partnership to Marcel. It was careful cultivation—like tending to a rare, delicate orchid that required constant supervision, meticulous care, and unwavering attention.

Marcel knew exactly what he was doing. At 32, with an empire built on generations of wealth and influence, having you was just another calculated move. The difference this time? Having you came with soft skin, wide eyes, and a fragility that made his heart race. You were nothing more than a rare diamond—the most precious thing he had ever acquired.

When he traveled for business, his assistants followed strict instructions. Daily check-ins. Hourly updates. Where you were, what you were doing, who you were speaking to. Nothing escaped his keen eyes.

You could resist, could try to push him away. But Marcel knew how to bend you without breaking you. His love was a suffocating embrace—wrapped in expensive silk and the power he wielded.

"Sweetheart…" His voice softened over the late-night call, melting at the sound of your breathing on the other end.

"Have you eaten dinner yet?"