My mafia wife is too Domineering.

Chapter 2 Who is She?

We arrived at her home, which had "Jonas Villa" etched on its imposing iron gates. The enormous four-story villa had an artificial lake with koi fish swimming briskly beneath the surface, a small garden, and a swimming pool.

She yelled, "Step out," and continued walking while holding her cigarette between her fingers. I, too, followed, not because I have a liking but for some unknown phenomenon that was pulling me towards it.

She went into the living room, opened the refrigerator, and took out two fruit-flavored drinks, giving one to me.

“Can I ask you something?” I asked timidly.

She gave me a long look before nodding and saying, "Go ahead."

“ Why only me?” I asked, fear evident in my eyes. To be honest it was difficult for me to adjust in this strange relationship.

“Because you belong to me.” She shrugged.

Sincerely, her terse responses were starting to annoy me, so I snapped at her, asking, "Why are you bothering me? If this goes on, I will run from here.”

With a sly smile, she moved to a table, pulled out a drawer, and took out a nail-driven whip. Then, one step at a time, she came over to me and whipped the floor nonchalantly. Screech. "If you dare to, then I will whip you throughout your life," she threatened, grabbing my collar.

I felt fear emanating from her aura and instinctively sat down on the couch.

Plop

“But don't worry, as I said, you are my one and only hubby, I won't hurt you, never. But if you dare avoid me and distance yourself, then I can easily give you a taste of this medicine, my honey.” She dropped the whip and continued to smoke.

Then she took a seat next to me, holding a cigarette in her left hand while her right hand delicately stroked my face. To be honest, I was afraid to see her hazel blue eyes turn slightly red as she continued to gaze at me fiercely. After that, she took hold of my arm and pulled me upstairs to her room. As soon as she opened the door, she shoved me onto her king-size bed.

“ Hey wife, listen” before I could complete my sentence, she placed her fingers effectively silencing me from speaking.

She asked me, "Do you remember this cigarette?" after taking a few draws. I nodded in response.

She then revealed, “There was a man who casually took the cigarette from my mouth before inhaling and threw it in the dustbin. He said, "Ma'am, frequent smoking can lead you to disaster. In fact, it doesn't suit a beautiful lady. You can smoke occasionally, but not habitually." And like thin air, he vanished after bidding farewell. I searched throughout Nivea city, and finally I found him, who is currently sitting beside me. The man of my heart, it's you.”

"Oh, I now get it.” I finally let go off my guard down.

“Hahaha.. Honey, don't worry, I will be there beside you from now on.” With a jerk, she pinned me down on the bed as she drew closer and slower. I was unable to escape her hold. She looked like a hungry wolf, currently bloodthirsty and leering at her prey. She let out several rings on my face. Her flavor was mint mixed with her body scent, and even though I detest cigarettes, it drove me insane.

She sniffed and blew on my earlobes, her breath getting hotter, "Honey, I really love you." It aroused me as she licked my earlobes. She then bit me, leaving hickeys on my collarbone and neck. The bruises grew slightly larger and took on a purple hue."

"Honey, will you leave me, huh?" She nibbled on the edge of my mouth. I felt the sweet and bitter pain and I nodded, “Ahh… No, I won't.”

"That's my honey," she kissed my forehead happily.

Suddenly, my phone rang and displayed 'Mina'. Shanaya's attention was drawn to my mobile phone because it was next to me and kept ringing. She scowled when she saw the name and asked, "Who is she?"

Her tone completely shifted to one of extreme coldness. She had the aura of a predator on the hunt. When I realized this, I did not reply to her. "Who is she?" she demanded as she held my cheeks and squeezed them.

"Mm...my friend, just a normal friend," I gulped and said meekly. She then picked up the call and remained silent. Although her breathing was steady, her feelings of rage and jealousy were combining to form the single thought, "Kill her."

"Hello! Ryan, are you there?" Mina queried.

"No," Shanaya grimaced while putting her fingers on my mouth.

"Uhh.. Who are you?" puzzled Mina asked.

"His wife," she asserted, and hung up.

"What wife?" Mina looked dumbfounded upon hearing a new voice. "Am I hallucinating?" She pinched her hand and yelped.

"No, it can't be right," she murmured to herself.

"Who is she, and what is she doing with Ryan?" Mina felt a twinge of jealousy forming in her heart