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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

The shadow of a grin crossed his face. 


A few more attack attempts later. I was out of breath and annoyed by my inability to hurt him the tiniest bit but then a chance offered itself. 


He held me against his body and his upper arm was close to my face, so I turned and bit him. He was so startled he actually released me and I tried to jab him with the knife, but he gripped my wrist.


 "Did you bite me?" he asked as he stared at my teeth marks on his bicep.


"Not hard enough. There isn't even blood," I said.


His shoulders twitched once, then again. He was fighting laughter. Not the effect I'd intended when I bit him but I had to admit I loved the sound of his deep chuckle.


 "I think you've done enough damage for one day," he said.


We grabbed something to eat on our way home, then settled on the rattan sofa on the roof terrace with a glass of wine.


Fu Shao and I sat close together, almost touching and his arm was thrown over the backrest behind me but so far he had held back. 


"I didn't think that you'd really try."


"You have no idea. I want to kiss you so bad."


I hesitated. Kissing him had felt good. 


He then set the glass down, then he moved a bit closer and touched my waist. 


"Tell me you don't want me to kiss you."


I parted my lips but nothing came out. 


Fu Shao eyes darkened and he leaned toward me, capturing my mouth in a kiss and I lost myself in the sensation of his tongue and lips. 


He didn't push it, never moved his hand from my waist but he'd begun rubbing my skin there lightly and his other hand massaged my scalp. 


How could I feel that all the way between my legs?


Eventually I lay back on the sofa, he propped up above me. I could feel myself getting wet but I didn't have the time or necessary focus to feel embarrassed. 


 The tingling in my centre became difficult to ignore and I tried to alleviate the tension by pressing my legs together.


Fu Shao drew back with a knowing expression. Heat rose into my cheeks.


"I could make you feel good, Shen Mi," he murmured, his hand on my waist tightening.
