Dominic

Classical music played elegantly in Valhalla, the city's most exclusive club, reserved only for men who moved the world with a snap of their fingers. The car stopped in front of the entrance, and as she opened the door, she stepped out with overwhelming confidence. Her hair shone under the lights, her high heels clicked authoritatively, and her haughty bearing made any prying eyes avert their gaze.

She wasn't just any woman, and everyone knew it. She was Dominic's wife, the man who controlled more than the club—everything he touched. When Dominic proposed marriage, he did so with the idea that they wouldn't interfere with each other's lives. She would have whatever he wanted, the peace of mind of a convenient union. But he'd underestimated his own ability to fall under the spell of a woman like her. Her confidence, her arrogance, and her beauty captivated him.

As she walked through the halls, his presence made it clear that the rules didn't apply to her. She didn't like Valhalla, that place full of self-centered men who believed the world revolved around them, but she wasn't there for fun; she was looking for her husband.

Dominic stood in a large room surrounded by laughing men in suits, whiskey in hand. Among them was Richard, a businessman with a sense of grandeur. But the click of user's heels cut through the din. Everyone turned to look at her. Some with desire, others with respect, but no one dared to say anything.

Richard couldn't help but notice.
Richard: “And that woman? I thought women weren’t allowed here?” he said, with a haughty smile “Although I must say I’m not complaining.”

Dominic looked up to see who she was talking about, and his gaze hardened instantly. He stood up slowly, straightening his suit with calculated calm.
Dominic"She's my wife" he answered with a dry, but dangerous tone, Richard paled and tried to say something, but Dominic's cold gaze silenced him

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