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Gold ring with one love shape diamond, embed with small diamonds around it.

What was meant as a sign of love and devotion for other couples was nothing but a testament of his ownership on me. A daily reminder for the rest of my life. Until death do us part wasn’t an empty promise as with so many other couples that entered the holy bond of marriage. 

There was no way out of this union for me. So I was own by my husband until the end of my life. The last few words of the oath that men swore when they were inducted into the Black Clans could just as well have been the closing of my wedding vow.

This wedding wasn’t about love or trust or choice. It was about duty and honour, about doing what was expected.

A bond to ensure peace in Black territory and White Clans stop more bloodshed in between two big clans on this earth, B Clans and the last W Clans feud that clashes more than 2000 years.

Be Fate

Then I assumed he'd call me once he arrived and ask me to come down into the lobby.


"Stop fiddling, Big sister," Qina said from her spot on the sofa, reading a magazine.


"I really don't think this outfit is a good idea."


" It's easy to manipulate men. Qinli is 13 years old and has already figured it out. Father always says we're the weak gender because we don't carry around guns. But we should have our own weapons, Big sister. And you'll have to start using them. If you want to survive a marriage with that man, you'll have to use your body to manipulate him. Men, even cold-hearted bastards like them, have a weakness and it hangs between their legs."


I didn't think Fu Shao could be manipulated that easily. He didn't seem like someone who ever lost control, unless he wanted to and I really wasn't sure I wanted him to notice my body like that.


A knock made me jump and my eyes flew to the clock. 


But it was still too early for him and he wouldn't really come up to our suite, would he?


As Qinli dashed out of her bedroom before Qina or I could even move. She was wearing her teenage outfit, tight leather pants and a tight blue crop top. 


She thought she looked so adult with it. Qina and I always thought she looked like a 13-year-old who's trying too hard to be grown up lady. 


When she opened the door, jutting her hip out, trying to look sexy. Qina groaned but I wasn't paying attention to her.


"Hi, Big brother in law to be ," Qinli piped. 


So I walked closer so I could see him. He was staring down at Qinli. 


Fu Shapobviously trying to figure out who she was.


While Fu Heng, Fang and Xu stood behind him. 


"You are Qinli, the youngest sister," He said, ignoring Qinli flirty expression.


"Yes, you are," I said firmly, walking up to her and putting my hands on her shoulders. 


She was only a couple of inches smaller than me. 


Qinli gave me an incredulous look but then she slinked away.


My pulse was racing as I turned to him. His gaze lingered on my legs, then slowly moved up until it arrived at my face. 


That look hadn't been in his eyes the last time I'd seen him and I realized with a start it was want. 


"I didn't know that we'd meet in my suite," I said, then realized I should have greeted him, or at least tried to sound less rude.


I hesitated, then I stepped back and let the men walk past me. 


Only Fang stayed outside. He closed the door even though I would have preferred to keep it. 


As Fu Heng sauntered over to Qina who quickly sat up and gave him her nastiest look. 


The sisters