Married to a possessive mobster

Amidst the luxury and silence of the night, a grand wedding party took place in a luxurious building in the city center. Glamorous guests, in their best dresses and suits, arrived one by one. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, giving an elegant and slightly eerie atmosphere to the night.

Raisa, a young woman of twenty-four years old, stood in front of a large mirror in the dressing room. Her elegant long white dress flowed perfectly on her body, but her heart could not hide the anxiety that struck her. She stared at her reflection with eyes filled with anxiety.

"Are you ready, Miss Raisa?" the voice of a middle-aged maid interrupted her reverie.

Raisa turned her head slowly and nodded slowly, although doubt was clearly visible in her eyes. "I have no other choice, do I?"

The maid smiled softly but said nothing. Raisa knew that there was nothing she could do but go through with all this. This marriage was not what her heart wanted. This was an arranged marriage-a coercion from her family who were under the pressure of a very powerful man.

***

Raisa's steps felt heavy as she walked down the aisle towards the altar. There, stood a tall man with a cold, intimidating gaze-Adrian Santoso. At only thirty-five years old, Adrian had become one of the most respected and feared mafia in the city. He was known as a merciless and possessive man, especially towards what he considered his.

Adrian watched Raisa's every step with a sharp gaze. His lips outlined a thin smile that was not at all reassuring. When Raisa reached the altar, he took Raisa's hand firmly, making Raisa feel like there was no way out of this situation.

"From now on, you are mine, Raisa," Adrian whispered in Raisa's ear as the priest began to read the holy verses.

Raisa bit her lip, holding back the tears that were about to spill. There was no love here, only fear and surrender. However, she knew that rejecting this man was the same as signing a death warrant.

After the wedding vows were over, Adrian pulled Raisa closer, whispering something in a sharp yet almost affectionate tone, "Don't ever try to fight back, or I'll make your life hell, Raisa."

Raisa could only nod weakly, realizing that from that moment on, her life was under this man's control.

***

That night, in the luxurious bridal chamber, Raisa sat on the edge of the bed with trembling hands. Adrian entered the room, untying his tie casually but his eyes continued to watch Raisa like an eagle watching its prey. There was something in the way he looked at Raisa that made the air in the room feel suffocating.

"Are you afraid of me, Raisa?" Adrian asked, even though he knew the answer.

Raisa swallowed, trying to stay calm. "I... I'm just not used to it."

Adrian laughed softly, his laughter sounding sarcastic. "You'll get used to it, trust me. I will never hurt you, as long as you obey."

Raisa nodded, even though her heart was screaming to run. She didn't know how to face a man as powerful and controlling as Adrian.

Adrian approached, sat beside Raisa and lifted her chin with his finger. "Look at me, Raisa."

With a heavy heart, Raisa looked into those black eyes filled with determination. There was something haunting behind that gaze, something that made Raisa feel as if she was a doll to be manipulated according to this man's wishes.

"You are my wife now, and that means you are completely mine. You will follow everything I say, no matter what it is," Adrian said in a low, frightening voice.

Raisa felt her heart beating fast. She didn't know how she was going to live a life like this, but she had no other choice.

"I... I understand," Raisa finally answered.

Adrian smiled in satisfaction, then leaned down and kissed Raisa's lips forcefully. The kiss was not a kiss full of affection, but a clear sign of ownership. Raisa closed her eyes, accepting her fate, even though in her heart there was a fear that she could not get rid of.

***

Day by day passed, and Raisa began to realize how possessive Adrian was. She was not allowed to leave the house without an escort, her phone was always monitored, and her every move was always under the watch of Adrian or his men. Adrian always wanted to know what Raisa was doing at all times, even the smallest things.

"Raisa, where are you going?" Adrian asked one morning when he saw Raisa getting ready to leave the house.

"I... I want to go to the salon for a while," Raisa answered carefully.

Adrian frowned, as if not happy with the idea. "Why didn't you tell me first?"

Raisa felt her heart sink. In a knew, anything he said could be a problem. "Sorry, I thought this was no big deal."

Adrian approached, staring at Raisa with a sharp gaze. "Everything about you is a big deal to me, Raisa. You can't do anything without telling me. Understand?"

Raisa nodded quickly, afraid to object. "Yes, I understand."

Adrian looked at her for a moment before finally nodding slowly. "Okay, I'll let you go, but on the condition that you bring two bodyguards with you."

Raisa had no choice but to agree. "Okay, I'll bring them."

Adrian smiled faintly, then bent down to kiss Raisa's forehead. "Good. Remember, Raisa, I'm doing all this because I care about you. Don't ever forget that."

Raisa could only nod again, realizing that her freedom had truly been taken away.

***

That night, Raisa sat alone on the balcony of their room, looking at the dark night sky. She felt like a bird in a golden cage-caged in luxury but without freedom. There was nothing she could do but accept this reality.

When Adrian joined her, Raisa knew that quiet moments like this often ended in a suffocating silence. Adrian stared at her for a moment before finally speaking, "What are you thinking about, Raisa?"

Raisa paused for a moment, thinking hard before answering. "I was just... thinking about how my life has changed so quickly."

Adrian nodded slowly, as if he understood, but Raisa knew that he didn't really care about her feelings. For Adrian, this marriage was about control and power, not love.

"You have to get used to this. I've given you everything you want, and in return, I only ask for your loyalty," Adrian said coldly.

Raisa swallowed, feeling even more trapped. "I'll try, Adrian."

Adrian moved closer and stroked Raisa's hair gently, a gesture that contrasted with his harsh nature. "Good. Because I will never let you go, Raisa. You are mine, and I will make sure no one dares to touch you."

Raisa closed her eyes, holding back the tears that threatened to fall. Behind the calm exterior she displayed, her heart was screaming, hoping for a way out of this stressful life. However, she knew that running away from a man like Adrian Santoso was not an option. This was a war she had to face alone, at a very high price.

***

A week later, Raisa began to get used to her new routine-waking up early, spending time in the luxurious house, and only going out under strict supervision. Adrian, although possessive, always gave Raisa what she needed materially, but that could not replace the freedom she had lost.

One morning, when Raisa was sitting in the living room, a young woman with an elegant appearance came to see Raisa. The woman introduced herself as Lara, Adrian's old friend. Raisa's eyes widened when she saw Lara who was so beautiful and confident, something she herself felt was missing since marrying Adrian.

"Lara," Raisa greeted softly, trying to be friendly even though there was a slight feeling of discomfort in her heart.

Lara smiled sweetly, but there was something

"It's nice to finally meet you, Raisa. Adrian talks about you a lot," Lara said in a tone that was hard to interpret.

Raisa tried to smile again. "Really? I didn't know Adrian talked about me that much."

Lara chuckled, her voice sounding like the soft tinkling of a bell but with a hint of sarcasm behind it. "Oh, he doesn't talk much. But from what he does say, it's clear that you are someone very special to him."

Raisa felt that there was something wrong with Lara's words, but she didn't want to offend her. "I'm just trying to be a good wife," Raisa replied, although deep down, she knew that she felt more like a prisoner than a wife.

Lara studied Raisa with a sharp gaze. "You know, Adrian is a very possessive man. He doesn't like it when what he has is touched by other people."

"Yes, I know," Raisa replied softly, her eyes starting to droop. This conversation was making her even more uncomfortable.

"So, you have to be careful, Raisa," Lara continued, her tone turning serious. "Adrian may seem like a loving man to you, but he has a very scary side. I've known him for a long time, and I know what he's capable of."

Raisa felt a chill run down her spine. "What do you mean, Lara?"

Lara leaned back on the sofa, her expression turning softer, but there was a clear tension in her movements. "I just want you to know that marrying Adrian means you have to be ready for all the consequences. There is no room for mistakes, Raisa. Once you break your word, Adrian will not hesitate to show you who he really is."

Lara's words hung in the air like a dark, threatening cloud. Raisa knew that there was something more than a warning in Lara's words. Maybe it was a subtle warning, or maybe it was a veiled threat. Raisa couldn't be sure.

"Thank you for the warning, Lara," Raisa finally said, trying to hide her anxiety.

Lara smiled thinly. "Of course, I only care about you. I hope you will be happy with Adrian."

Raisa lowered her head, trying to hide the feeling of suffocation that suddenly came over her. After Lara left, Raisa remained sitting in the living room with her mind racing. Lara's words rang in her head, reinforcing the fear that was already in her heart.

***

That night, Adrian came home earlier than usual. Raisa, who was reading in the living room, was shocked when she saw Adrian enter with a face that looked darker than usual. He walked towards Raisa with firm steps, and without warning, he pulled Raisa to her feet.

"You met Lara earlier," Adrian said, not asking, but rather as a statement.

"Yes," Raisa answered softly, confused by Adrian's sudden change in attitude.

"What did she tell you?" Adrian asked in a demanding tone.

Raisa felt her throat dry up. "Nothing important, she just reminded me to be careful."

Adrian tightened his grip on Raisa's arm, his eyes staring sharply into Raisa's eyes. "Listen, Raisa. Lara is my past. Don't let her make you think badly of me. I don't want any secrets between us, especially ones involving Lara."

Raisa nodded quickly, frightened by the intensity in Adrian's gaze. "I won't do anything, Adrian. I don't want to cause trouble."

Adrian stared at Raisa for a few more seconds before he finally loosened his grip and took a deep breath. "Good. Remember, Raisa, I love you very much. And because of that, I won't let anyone, not even Lara, ruin our relationship."

Raisa could only nod, feeling caught between fear and duty. She knew that in the world Adrian lived in, love and power were two sides of the same coin, and she was just part of a bigger game.

***

In the following days, Raisa began to feel increasing pressure from Adrian. Every time she spoke to someone else, especially a man, Adrian would always want to know who she was talking to, about what, and why. He even began to forbid Raisa from interacting too long with the male servants in their house.

"Why do you have to talk to them more than necessary?" Adrian asked one day, his tone calm but containing a veiled threat.

"I was just asking about dinner," Raisa replied in a small voice, feeling tired of having to be constantly aware of her own feelings.

Adrian approached, holding Raisa's chin gently but with control. "You don't have to talk to them. If you need anything, tell me. I don't want you to get too familiar with them.

anyone in this house."

Raisa could only nod. "Okay, Adrian."

Adrian smiled faintly, and this time he kissed Raisa's lips more gently. However, Raisa knew, behind that gentleness, there was a tight supervision that would never leave her.

***

One cold night, Raisa couldn't sleep. She sat on the bed staring out the window, thinking about her life that felt increasingly suffocating. She had never imagined a life like this-in luxury, but imprisoned by fear and pressure from her own husband.

Adrian, who had just finished with his work, entered the room and saw Raisa who was still awake. He approached his wife and sat beside her, gently touching Raisa's hair.

"You can't sleep?" he asked in a soft voice, different from his usual cold tone.

Raisa shook her head slowly. "I'm just thinking about a lot of things."

Adrian pulled Raisa into his arms, calming her trembling body. "What are you thinking about, Raisa?"

Raisa was silent for a moment before finally answering, "I feel trapped, Adrian. I feel like I have no control over my own life."

Adrian paused, considering Raisa's words before finally saying, "I'm doing all this to protect you, Raisa. The world out there is very dangerous, especially for someone who is related to me. You have to understand that I can't let you get hurt."

Raisa took a deep breath, trying to control her emotions. "But does protecting me mean locking me up? Is that really what you want for me?"

Adrian held Raisa's face in both hands, looking at her intensely. "I want you to be safe, Raisa. If that means I have to limit some things, then I will. I won't let anyone hurt you, even if it means you feel uncomfortable with my treatment."

Raisa looked into her husband's eyes, trying to find any remnants of affection in them, but all she found was a fierce determination. She knew that behind all this, Adrian loved her in his own way, but that way made her feel constrained.

"I want to believe in you, Adrian. "I really want to," Raisa said in a trembling voice. "But sometimes, I feel like a prisoner in this marriage."

Adrian sighed softly, then pulled Raisa closer. "You're not a prisoner, Raisa. You're my wife, and I'm just doing what I think is best for both of us."

Raisa didn't know how to answer him. There was love there, but it was love wrapped in a suffocating power and control. In moments like this, Raisa felt increasingly distant from herself, like she was losing who she was before she married Adrian.

***

A few weeks later, Raisa's life became increasingly difficult. Adrian began to show a darker side of himself. He became more irritable, especially when Raisa tried to talk about her feelings. Every time Raisa expressed her discomfort, Adrian would cut her off quickly, as if Raisa's feelings were irrelevant.

"Raisa, I've given you everything you could ever want. A home, money, and protection. What else do you need?" Adrian asked in a tone that was more attacking than asking.

"What I need is freedom, Adrian. "I need space to be myself," Raisa replied, trying to explain her feelings.

Raisa felt a growing sense of helplessness weighing on her. Every day, her life felt more like a prison, and slowly but surely, she knew that she had to do something to regain control of her life. One morning, while Adrian was at the office, Raisa decided to talk to him about her long-held desire.

When Adrian came home that evening, Raisa had already prepared herself. They sat in the dining room, the atmosphere slightly tense. Adrian could sense that Raisa wanted to talk about something serious, and that made him a little wary.

"Adrian," Raisa said, looking at her husband, "I want to talk to you about something important."

Adrian put down his fork, looking at Raisa with a concerned gaze. "What is it, Raisa? What is it?"

Raisa swallowed, gathering the courage to say what she had been thinking about for a long time. "I want to continue my studies."

Adrian's gaze immediately changed. His eyebrows furrowed, and his lips thinned into a firm line. "Study?" he asked, his voice full of skepticism. "Why do you want to study, Raisa?"

Raisa tried to explain carefully. "I feel... I need something for myself. All this time, my life has revolved around you, around this house. I need space to grow, to do something that makes me feel meaningful."

Adrian paused for a moment, his expression hard to read. "Am I not paying enough attention to you, Raisa? Do you feel less happy here?"

Raisa shook her head. "It's not like that, Adrian. I appreciate everything you do for me, but this isn't about you. This is about me. I want to learn, I want to have other goals besides just being your wife."

Adrian stared at Raisa with a sharp gaze, his eyes radiating with dislike. "Raisa, you don't understand the world out there like I do. It's not as safe as you think. I don't want you to be exposed to things that could endanger you."

Raisa felt frustrated, but she knew she had to stay calm. "I understand your concerns, Adrian, but I also have the right to pursue my dreams and aspirations. I don't want my life to be limited to this house. I want to do something meaningful, something that can make me feel alive."

Adrian took a deep breath, his face still showing displeasure. "I don't like this idea, Raisa. I don't want you hanging out with people who could be a bad influence. You know, a lot of bad things can happen out there, especially if they find out you're my wife."

"I'll be careful," Raisa replied in a low but determined voice. "I won't do anything that could endanger us. I just want the chance to continue my education."

Adrian looked at Raisa deeply, as if trying to gauge how serious his wife was. After a while, he finally spoke, albeit in a cold tone. "If that's what you really want, I'll let you. But on one condition, you have to tell me every detail. Where you study, who your lecturers are, who your friends are, and when you leave and return."

Raisa felt relieved to hear those words, even though she knew that Adrian would continue to watch her every step. However, this was a good start, a small step towards the freedom she longed for.

"Thank you, Adrian. I appreciate that," Raisa said, trying to smile even though her heart was still filled with worry.

Adrian nodded slowly, but his gaze remained firm. "Remember, Raisa, I'm doing this because I love you. Don't ever forget that."

Raisa nodded, realizing that even though she had managed to get Adrian's approval, the road ahead was still long and challenging. But she knew that this was the first step to reclaiming herself, to becoming more than just the wife of a possessive mobster.

***

In the following days, Raisa began to prepare herself to apply for college. She chose a study program that suited her interests, something she had wanted to study for a long time but had never had the chance to. Even though Adrian was watching her every move, Raisa still felt excited. There was a new hope growing in her heart.

After going through a difficult application process-with Adrian always asking for small details-Raisa was finally accepted into one of the top universities in their city. This was a proud moment for Raisa, but she knew that this journey was far from over.

***

On her first day of college, Raisa felt a mixture of nervousness and excitement. Adrian accompanied her to campus, even though Raisa had said that she could go by herself. However, Adrian insisted. For him, Raisa still needed to be protected, even in an academic environment.

"You don't have to wait for me here, Adrian. I can go home by myself later," Raisa said when they arrived in front of the campus building.

Adrian stared at the building with a sharp gaze, as if assessing everyone who passed by. "I'll make sure everything is okay before I leave," he replied, his tone firm.

Raisa took a deep breath, feeling a little suffocated by Adrian's overprotectiveness. However, she knew that this was part of the compromise she had to accept if she wanted to continue her studies. After Adrian was sure that everything was safe, he finally left, albeit with a heavy heart.

Raisa walked into campus with mixed feelings. This was an important first step for her, a new world that she was about to enter, even though she knew that Adrian's shadow would always be behind her. Even so, Raisa felt more alive than ever. Here, in the midst of this academic environment, she felt there was a chance to find herself again, to find something more than just a life confined to a luxurious house with a possessive husband.

Over the following weeks, Raisa began to adjust to her new routine. She found that she really enjoyed studying, interacting with her classmates, and discussing with the lecturers. However, she was always careful not to get too close to anyone, especially men. She knew that Adrian might investigate or find out who she was talking to.

One day, after finishing class, one of her classmates named Andi, a friendly and intelligent man, approached Raisa while she was waiting in front of the campus.

"Hi, Raisa. Are you going home?" Andi asked with a big smile.

Raisa nodded with a thin smile. "Yes, I'm waiting to be picked up."

Andi nodded while looking towards the road. "Oh, then I'll go first. But if there's time, we can study together sometime. I see you're quite serious in class, maybe we can share notes."

Raisa smiled politely, even though she knew that Adrian would not approve of the idea. "Thanks, Andi. Maybe next time."

Andi just nodded before waving and leaving. Not long after Andi left, Adrian arrived in his car. Raisa got into the car, and they drove home in silence. However, Raisa could feel the tension in the car.

"Who was that?" Adrian asked in a cold tone.

"Just a classmate," Raisa answered shortly.

"A classmate?" Adrian repeated in a tone that showed disbelief. "What did he want?"

Raisa tried to stay calm. "He just offered to study together. But I said maybe another time."

Adrian snorted softly, his eyes focused on the road ahead of them. "I don't like you getting too close to other men, Raisa. I told you that."

"I know, Adrian," Raisa answered softly, though deep down, she was tired of having to constantly defend her every interaction with others.

"Make sure you remember that," Adrian continued, his voice firmer. "I don't want any trouble."

Raisa could only nod, feeling that her every move would always be watched. However, even so, she didn't want to give up. This college is the only chance she has to reinvent herself, and she will hold on to it, even if it means dealing with the possessive Adrian.

***

Time passes, and Raisa gets used to her new life. She begins to find a rhythm in her daily life-studying, attending classes, and working on assignments.