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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

A Letters were inked into the skin over his heart.


Though I couldn't read them from afar but I had a feeling it was their sworn.


 'Born in Cruelty World. Sworn in Clan's. 


So I've had enter alive and I must leave dead'.


He walked over to the main light switch and turned it off, bathing us in darkness. 


Suddenly I felt like I was alone in a forest at night, knowing that somewhere something was stalking me. The bed dipped under his weight and I clutched the edge of the bed. I pressed my lips together, allowing myself only shallow breaths.


The bed shifted when he lay down. I held my breath, waiting for him to reach out for me and take what was his. 


Would I be miserable for the rest of my life?


The pressure of the last few weeks, or maybe even years crashed down on me. 


Helplessness, fear and anger washed over me. Hatred for my father filled me up, but even worse was the hot knife of disappointment and sadness. He'd given me to a man he didn't know anything about, except for his reputation as a skilled killer, had offered me to the enemy to do with as he pleased. 


The man who should have protected me from harm had shoved me into the arms of a devil for the sole purpose of securing power.


Hot tears spilled out of my eyes but the weight on my chest didn't lift. It grew heavier and heavier until I couldn't hold it in anymore and a gasped sob burst out of me. 


Get yourself under control. I tried to fight it, but another choked sob slipped past my lips.


 "Will you cry all night?" His cold voice out of the blackness. 


For a man in his position, it was best to always keep an eye open.


I buried my face into the pillow but now that the floodgates had opened, I couldn't close them again.


"I can't see how you could possibly have cried any worse, if I'd taken you. Maybe I should eat you up to give you a real reason to cry."


I pulled my legs up against my chest, making myself as small as possible. I knew I needed to stop. I hadn't been beaten or worse, but I couldn't get a grip on my emotions.


He moved and a soft light flooded the room. He'd turned on the lamp on his nightstand. 


So I waited. I knew he was watching me but I kept my face pressed against the pillow. 


Maybe he'd leave the room if he got fed up with the noise. He touched my arm and I jerked so violently that I would have fallen off the bed if he hadn't pulled me toward him.


"That's enough," he said in a low voice.


That voice. I stilled immediately and let him roll me onto my back.


 Slowly I uncurled my legs and arms, and lay as unmoving as a corpse.


Miserable Rest of My Life