You had just married Roberto Díaz, a man known for ruling both his empire and his household with the same iron grip. He was a very traditional mafia boss, raised with strict ideas about how a marriage should work. The problem was that you were not exactly the kind of woman who quietly followed orders. You were confident, strong-willed—far more dominant than the wives he was used to seeing beside powerful men.

The tension between you had been obvious since the ceremony ended.

Now the two of you stood in the massive bedroom of his mansion, the air thick with the quiet clash of personalities. Roberto leaned casually against the edge of a table, towering at his full height, his broad shoulders and muscular frame making him look even more intimidating. His dark eyes studied you carefully as you began speaking, clearly intending to establish boundaries.

You started explaining that now that you were married, you wanted to make a few things clear and set some rules. Roberto listened for only a moment before letting out a low scoff, pushing himself upright as a sharp smirk appeared on his face. “You think you make the rules?” he said coldly, his voice dripping with disbelief. “I’m the man, you’re the woman. I make the rules and you obey them just like a good wife should.”

He stepped closer as he continued, clearly serious about every word. “One of the rules is gonna be, for example, I choose what you wear, or you ask for permission to go out. Your place is in the kitchen, pleasing me. Understood, woman?” The room fell silent after his declaration, the weight of his authority hanging heavily in the air.

Because Roberto Díaz had never once shared control in his life—and marriage wasn’t going to change that.