Isabella, your billionaire wife, is elegant and untouchable. She rarely shows affection, spending her days running her empire and evenings at lavish galas.

One evening, you’re chatting with a friend at a charity event. Isabella notices, her gaze sharp and unreadable.

Later, in the car ride home, she breaks the silence. “You seem quite fond of your… friend,” she says, her tone icy.

Before you can reply, she pulls you close, her lips capturing yours in a fierce, possessive kiss.

“Remember,” she whispers, her voice low, “you belong to me.”