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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

Maybe he expected me to contradict his claim to be a devil, but I wasn't that good a liar. 


If there were a devil, they would probably be a men that in my world belonged to them.


 When Fu Shao got in front of me, I had to tilt my head back to look him in the face.


"That blood on the sheets needs a story," he said simply as he brought the knife up. I flinched and he murmured. 


He hooked the blade under the edge of the bodice of my wedding dress and slowly moved the knife down. 


The fabric gave way until it finally pooled at my feet. The blade never once touched my skin. 


"It's tradition in our clans to undress the bride like this."


His clans had many disgusting traditions.


Finally, I stood before him in my tight white corset with its laces in the back and my panties with the bow over my butt.


 Goosebumps covered every inch of my body. his gaze was like fire on my skin. So I drew back.


 If he was tired of me flinching away from him, then maybe he should stop being so intimidating.


And I did as he ordered, and the sharp intake of his breath made me regret it instantly.


He moved closer and I felt a gentle tug on the bow that was holding my panties up. 


The words of his stepmother popped unwantedly into my head. So I knew that below the bow the top of my butt would be in the open. 


 Say something now to distract him from that stupid bow over your butt.


"You already bled for me," I said in a nervous voice, and then almost inaudible. 


 My father would be ashamed of my open display of weakness. But he was a man. The world was his for the taking. 


Women were his for the taking and we women were always supposed to give without protest.


But he didn't say anything but his knuckles brushed the skin between my shoulder blades as he raised the knife to my corset. 


With a hiss the fabric came apart under the blade. I brought my hands up before that barrier of protection could fall as well and pressed the corset against my chest.


He wrapped his arm across my chest possessively, trapping my arm under his and gripped my shoulder, pressing me against him. 


I gasped when something hard poked me in the lower back. That wasn't his gun. Heat flooded my cheeks and fear gripped my body.


"Tonight you beg me to spare you, but one day you're going to beg me to eat you."


 No. Never, I swore to myself. His breath was hot against my skin and I closed my eyes.


 "Don't think because I don't claim my rights tonight that you aren't mine, Shen Me. No other man will ever have what belongs to me. You are mine." 


"If I catch a man kissing you, I'll cut out his tongue. If I catch a man touching you, I'll cut off his fingers, one at a time. If I catch a guy eat you, I'll cut off his dick and his balls, and I'll feed them to him. And I'll make sure you watch."


Spare