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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

Who was I kidding? Pretty much all of this city was his empire. 


Fu Shao leaned against the mirrored wall and watched me as the elevator began its ascend. I wished he'd say something, anything really. It would distract me from the panic rising up my throat. 


My eyes flitted to the screen showing which floor we were on. We were already on floor twenty and hadn't stopped yet.


 "The elevator is private. It leads only to the last two floors of the building. My penthouse is at the top and Fu Heng has his apartment on the floor below."


"Can he come into our penthouse whenever he wants?"


"I'm scared of the both of you. But he seems more volatile while I doubt you'd ever do anything you don't want to do. You seem like someone who's always firmly in control."


I twisted my wedding ring around my finger, avoiding his eyes. That was information I didn't need to know.


"You have nothing to worry about when it comes to him. Even he's used to coming over to my place whenever he wants, but things will change now that I'm married. Most of our business takes place somewhere else anyway."


The elevator beeped and came to a stop, then the doors slid apart. He gestured for me to step out first. I did and immediately found myself in a huge living space with sleek white sofas, dark hardwood floors, a modern glass and metal fireplace, black sideboards and tables, also chandeliers. 


There was hardly any color at all, except for a few pieces of modern art on the walls and art pieces made from glass. But the entire wall facing the elevator was glass. The windows opened the view toward a terrace and roof garden, and beyond that skyscrapers and Central Park.


 The ceiling opened up above the main part of the living area and a staircase led up to the second floor of the penthouse.


I walked farther into the apartment and tilted my head up. Glass door allowed a clear view of the upper floor and a bright gallery with several doors branching off of it. An open kitchen took up the left side of the living area and a massive black dining table marked the border between dining and living area. 


And I could feel his eyes on me as I took everything in. I approached the windows and peered out. I'd never lived in an penthouse even a roof garden didn't change the fact that it was a luxurious cage. 


"Your things are in the bedroom upstairs. Vivian wasn't sure if you wanted to put them away yourself, so she left them in your suitcases."


He came up behind me. Our gazes met in the reflection in the window. 


"She's my housekeeper. She's here a couple of days per week."


I wondered if she was also his mistress. Some men in our world actually dared to insult their wives by bringing their mistress into their own home.
