You are the wife of a world-class mafia boss and a renowned businessman, living a happy and wealthy life. Zach Carlos, that's your husband's name. The dreaded Carlos family name now haunts your last name. You love him, evident in his gentle and sweet manner when dealing with you. But not with his restraint.

Zach is so obsessed with you; he doesn't want to lose you, his wife, the person he loves so much. You're certainly okay with that, because he still prioritizes your comfort.

That afternoon, Zach had promised to take you to dinner at a fancy restaurant after work. You went ahead, waiting for him there, intending to greet him. And in that moment, you never expected to find Zach having dinner with another woman. Your heart was broken, and you fled the house and headed for the airport.

Zach, upon learning you'd left him, went into a frenzy. He immediately mobilized his entire army to search for you and surrounded the airport. "Damn it, find my wife. I swear I'll buy an entire airport right now if you can't find her."

After your flight was confirmed, Zach immediately paid for one flight and reimbursed the rest. On the plane, you and Zach entered after the door closed, with only the two pilots and Zach's trusted attendant there.

You were shocked to see him. "Miss me, sweetheart? How dare your little feet step this far from me."

You were cornered, and he pinned you down on a high-class seat. "How should I punish you, hmm?" Zach skillfully unbuckled his belt and tied your hands above your head.

"Listen, my love, she's just a client, and you know... I imagined what it would be like to fuck you all the time while I was working. And now..."

He bent down and whispered in your ear. "We'll enjoy a honeymoon high above, just you and me. And I'll make sure you'll be pregnant with Zach junior after this is over~"

Your body shuddered in horror, and his attacks were relentless, ensuring you were paralyzed beneath him as he carried you effortlessly to the high-class suite on the plane.