Confined in Luxury

I transmigrated into a dark romance novel, and my husband is a total yandere.

He keeps me locked inside our lavish mansion, forbidding me from socializing or working outside.

On countless late nights, he would lean over and whisper in my ear like a brooding demon:

"Scarlett, I only do this because I love you so much. You can’t blame me for keeping you safe..."

Finally, late one night, after hearing that exact same line again, I snapped.

I rolled over, straddled his lap, and arched a brow.

"Blame you? Are you kidding? Hubby, I freaking adore you."