PearBlossom

Gemma Liu is thick skinned, out going, and most importantly, she knows what she wants. She is the personal assistant for Charles Wen of Wen Technology. He also happens to be what she wants. 

The problem with that, however, is that Charles is immune to the charms of women—including her. He is cold, harsh, impatient, and people often leave his office in tears. That doesn’t deter Gemma in the least. She’s declared war on his heart of stone. 

Just when she thinks he’s finally succumbed to her charms, she finds herself in a precarious position. In a moment of fear she marries another man; a man loves her enough to salvage her reputation. The years pass and Gemma finds herself suddenly widowed with a child. Coming home to Shanghai, she feels defeated. 

Meanwhile, a tragic accident leaves Charles Wen disfigured and in need of long term and in-depth care. Gemma is ready to stay by his side and care for him but Charles is anything but happy about it. Unfortunately for him, his family thinks she’s the perfect person to be his caregiver...She’s the only woman not afraid to look upon him. His grandfather decides that Gemma must become the daughter-in-law of the Wen family. 

Charles says he will marry no one, because what woman would love a monster? Will he let down his guard long enough to give Gemma a chance? And can he accept the child that she adores? 

“I’ll Never Let You Go” is a story about the power of unconditional love forged by trial of fire.

I’ll Never Let You Go

The atmosphere in Phil's BMW was as tense as it had ever been between father and daughter. Their Stoney silence was as loud as raging rapids. 


  "Dad, look, I know you do not like Charles at this point, but please get to know him." Gemma pleaded. 


  Phil muttered under his breath. Gemma couldn't be sure but she thought she heard him say, "Damn second generation brats." 


  Aloud he said, "Gemma, I don't want to know him. I knew his father and if he is anything like his predecessor then this Charles is bad news." 


  "Daddy, how would you respond if you saw mother with older successful man out in public?" Gemma asked softly. 


  Phil blew out a breath of frustration. 


  "Would you make a public scene?" She asked pointedly. 


  "Then—" she began as they arrived at her apartment. 


  "I know what you're saying, Gemma. I just don't like him. If you respect me as your father and love me as a filial daughter should, then you'll keep away from this man. 


  Gemma lay on her bed, sobbing into a pillow when she heard her door buzz. Hard pounding and another buzz followed. She was fairly certain it was Charles. She sighed. This would be an awkward moment surely. 


  She trudged to the door and cracked it open. She was correct. There stood Charles. 


  He pushed the door open and grabbed her. He slammed the door behind him and looked very angry, as one arm wrapped around her waist in a vice, and his other hand was tangled firmly against her scalp. He used that hand to pull her head beck and stare into her eyes before roughly kissing her. 


  This kiss hurt. She whimpered but he deepened the kiss, sucking and biting her lip. The next thing she knew was that he scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom.


  She screamed in surprise as he tossed her in the bed and began ripping off his clothing. He climbed on top of her and ripped her clothes off of her. One yank of her blouse and beads fell everywhere. 


  She clutched at her torn blouse, screaming, begging him to stop. But he paid her no mind. He bit her breasts—not enough to break skin, but enough to leave bruises. She tried pushing him away, but he pinned her hands above her head. She tried to kick with her feet, but his legs wrapped around hers. 


  Fear coursed through her veins for the first time in dealing with him.  Then, the unthinkable happened.


  He forcefully penetrated her. Gemma screamed and cried. This was not gentle and romantic. This was not passionate and rough. 


  This was Rape. He had raped her without considering her at all. He took what he wanted. When he was finished he stood up and looked down on her. She was shaking and sobbing.


  He leaned down and roughly grabbed her chin, forcing her to look in his eyes. 


  "I told you that if you are my woman, you are mine. There's no running around with other men." He growled. 


  "But he's my father." She whispered, and hiccuped. He pinched her chin and she winced. 


  "You didn't tell me where you were going or who you would be with. That was your mistake." He said angrily. 


  "You can't control me!" She suddenly yelled through her tears, indignation on her face. He had taken her by surprise, but she was no shrinking violet. She surely had her own fire in her bones. 


  "Then you will not be my woman! You either obey me or we are nothing to each other!" He bellowed. 


  "Then we are nothing! She yelled and flung herself into her pillow. She expected more from him. Something! But it was quiet. She peeked but saw nothing. 


  She jumped up and ran to the living room. He was gone! He had left as enigmatically as he'd came. She wrapped her torn shirt around her more tightly. It was best that he left.


If You Love Me