Page 22 of Savage Obsession

Later that night, I stay up waiting for Aithan to come back. I try to tell myself that I do not care what he does with other women, but the more I convince myself, the more the images agitate me.

Finally, the door opens, and my dearest husband walks in. His golden eyes flick over me, assessing and sensing the storm brewing beneath my skin.

He loosens his tie, sighing. “What’s the matter,agápi mou?”

“Your bedmate came to introduce herself to me today.”

“What are you talking about?”

I take slow, deliberate steps toward him, my voice dangerously soft. “Keep your bitches on a leash.”

Aithan’s brows furrow. “Excuse me?”

I glare at him. “I won’t be so kind to her next time.”

His expression sharpens instantly. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

I scoff, rolling my eyes. “Don’t play dumb, Aithan. A certain blonde with too much perfume and not enough dignity approached me today.”

His jaw tenses. “Bella.”

“Oh, so you do know her.” I smile mockingly. “Is she all there is, or should I expect more?”

Aithan rubs a hand down his face, exhaling harshly. “What did she say?”

“Oh, just the usual,” I say lightly. “That you’re only married to me for my last name. That she’s the one you really want. That while I play wife, you’ll still be in her bed.”

Aithan’s face darkens, rage flashing in his eyes. “She said that?”

“She did.” I tilt my head, my gaze locking onto his. “I want to know if should I believe her.”

His eyes burn into mine. “You think I’ve been sleeping around while I have a wife?”

I arch a brow. “Have you?”

Aithan steps closer, invading my space. “I may be a heartless monster, but I promised to respect you,” he says, voice low, rough, unyielding. “And Bella? She’s just a bitter ex.”

Then why haven’t you touched me since we got married?

I want to scream in his face for him to take me, but I hold on to the little pride left in me. Instead, I hold his gaze for a moment and before he can say anything else; I stride past him.

“Oh, and dear husband?” I turn back to him, my tone dripping with mock sweetness.

He turns, brows furrowed.

“Next time your ex thinks about approaching me, remind her—she won’t be walking away. She will be carried out in a body bag.”

I leave him standing there, the weight of my warning lingering in the air.

12

Aithan

A week has passed since the wedding, and I’ve barely had time to breathe, much less deal with my new reality. Between business meetings, financial logistics, and finalizing the details of our upcoming arms shipment into Europe, I’ve been submerged in work.

Sitting across from my father in his office, I take a sip of my drink as he reviews the latest shipment logs. His sharp eyes flicker to me over the rim of his glass, assessing, calculating.

"How’s your bride doing?" Sebastian asks, his voice casual but probing.

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