She awoke to dead silence.
For a brief second, Aira forgot where she was. Then the memory of the golden band on her finger rushed back, heavy and suffocating.
A sharp knock sounded at her locked bedroom door.
Followed by his voice.
"Aira. Get up. We’re going out."
She walked over and unlocked the door, opening it just a c***k. "I'm not going anywhere with you."
Dominic stood in the hallway, looking imposing in a tailored charcoal suit, his dark eyes fixed on her through the gap.
"You're my wife now," he said smoothly, his tone leaving zero room for argument. "You will go where I say, when I say. Put something quiet and elegant on. You're mine to dress today."
By afternoon, Dominic had cleared out an entire luxury shopping district in the heart of the city. Every designer and shopke
