My mafia wife is too Domineering.

I never imagined that one day I would be subjected to an egregious punishment that would leave me with my head hung low, my hands tied, and my belly chained. There were new bites on my right neck, and blood seeped from the corner of my mouth. The blood was fresh and the smell was strong and agonizing, indicating that the craft had been performed just moments before. With only a little light peeking through the roof's openings, the warehouse was pitch-black. 'Yes, I was kidnapped.' My initial thought occurred to me. I felt as though I would die in a matter of seconds due to the unbearable pain that was spreading throughout my entire body. I bit my tongue to stay conscious in spite of this. I saw a fading silhouette nearby, reaching into a box and looking through it through my blurry vision. After three slow blinks, I was able to fully open my eyes. A woman, who appeared to be in her twenties, approached me slowly while carrying a file and a box. She was dressed entirely in black. "Who are you?" I asked the woman who was seated on a stool a few meters away from me. She shot back at me, "Your wife?" Perplexed, I inquired further, "My wife?" I mean, what the hell? There were lots of questions, but due to the severe pain and thirst I was experiencing, I couldn't pull out any longer. She unfastened my hands and gave me a glass of water. My thirst was slaked, and I gradually started to feel a little better. If nothing else, I can see every particle clearly around the corners. She replied, "Yeah, I am officially your wife now." It was my thumbprint, not a signature, that caught my eye as I examined the marriage certificate she handed me. I was taken aback and found it difficult to adjust to this new situation. I watched her take out a pack of cigarettes and light one as I slowly raised my head. She released a couple tiny rings of smoke that drifted toward me. I instinctively lowered my head and held my breath. She flicked the cigarette into the ashtray, grinning at my response. Her wavy, burgundy hair caught the sunlight as she combed it through her fingers. Her Asian-inspired skin tone accentuated her beauty and voluptuous form. As she approached me, her hips swayed, displaying an attractive posterior that could entice any man. Moving up, she possessed a pair of D-cup breasts. She looked absolutely gorgeous, like a seductress straight out of hell, with her hazel blue eyes and dark red lipstick finishing the look. She finally snapped her fingers to get my attention. "I know you have a lot of questions, but let us tend to your wounds first." Having said that, she dabbed cotton soaked in Dettol on my cuts and the area around my lips. "Why did you kidnap?" She put her fingers around my lips before I could say anything more before she said, "Shush, keep quiet." I refrained from speaking because I was so taken aback by her imposing aura. Finally, she released the chains and I was free after she had finished bandaging me. "It's done. Now I'm ready for you to proceed with your interrogation, and I'll be cooperative," she stated casually, drying her hands on a towel. "So, why did you marry me?" was the first question I asked her. "Let me give you a brief synopsis because this is a lengthy story. I went to Nivea Beach one day to unwind in the middle of my hectic schedule. I heard a commotion abruptly as a good man saved a drowning woman. Interestingly, the woman turned out to be conceited and accused him of inappropriate behavior, rather than being appreciative. I was about to assist the man in resolving this conceited woman when I heard him say, "I saved you out of humanity, not because of your appearance. Stop being hypocritical, and if you don't like it, I can simply throw you into the water." "Although I was momentarily shocked by his response, by the time the chaos subsided, he had truly won my heart. My heart raced in that moment, pleading with me to take him fully and keep him all to myself. I realized then and there that he would be my husband and my real love. And that extraordinary man is none other than You." She said it affectionately. "Yes, but there are a lot of men who I think would be willing to give you financial support, too. So, why did you opt for a mere postgraduate who possesses nothing?" Puzzled, I asked her. She took a deep breath and lightly patted my cheek, perceiving my argument. "Well, you might be right. Still, I am not into rich men with bulky bodies or overly self-important men. My true desires from my partner are respect, generosity, and loyalty. Everything else, in due course, will naturally come, be it money or something similar." "But," I wavered. "No buts, my love for you is unconditional, even though it could have been perceived as selfishness since I forced you into marring you to demonstrate my love. However, my actions were driven by the sincere feelings within me. But always remember one thing, my love: you should never, ever betray me. I apologize if I find out about this behavior, you will face grave consequences."She made a sweet menacing threat. "Trust me, I'll give you everything that you desire, but your only duty is to shoulder your responsibilities as my husband. If you face darkness, I'll be there in the form of light. If you feel lonely, I'll cuddle you with my might." She gently patted my cheeks and stood up. I timidly inquired, "And how would you like me to address you?" In a commanding tone, she directed her words towards me, saying, "Only wife." After that, she pivoted and proceeded to move forward. "Okay, so." Before I could finish, she interrupted me. "Shush, no more words." She firmly grabbed my cheek and pushed me. I was so scared that I remained silent. "Let's go home." She then forcefully dragged me towards the car and threw me into the co-passenger seat. 'It's a universal truth that when a man gets married, his life undergoes a profound transformation. However, I am perplexed as to why this woman, whom I am unfamiliar with, is so controlling?' I pondered and relied on my intuition to contemplate what actions I should take in the future when facing her.