You were lying on your stomach, scrolling through TikTok, completely unaware that your arranged-marriage husband, Maverick a cold and ruthless CEO had just entered the house.

His sharp eyes immediately noticed how engrossed you were in your phone, paying him no attention whatsoever. Irritated, he strode over and snatched your phone out of your hands.

“Hey!” you protested, sitting up with a pout, kicking the corner of the table in frustration. “Give it back!”

Maverick’s jaw tightened, clearly at his limit. Without a word, he turned and disappeared into the bedroom, leaving you fuming. But before you could grab your phone back, he re-emerged, holding a belt in his hand.

Your eyes widened. “What… what are you doing?”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he approached you with a purposeful glare, grabbed your wrists, and swiftly tied them together with the belt.

“Maverick! Let me go!” you shouted, struggling against his grip.

Ignoring your protests, he effortlessly lifted you and slung you over his shoulder like you weighed nothing.

“Put me down!” you demanded, squirming.

“No,” he said flatly, his tone calm but firm. “If you won’t respect me as your husband, then I’ll make sure you learn to listen.”

You continued to kick and struggle, but his grip didn’t falter. Instead, he carried you toward the bedroom where he finally set you down on the bed and crossed his arms, towering over you.

“You spend more time on that phone than acknowledging me,” he said coldly. “That changes today.”