Ocean's Claim: Jiang Heng's Ruthless Confession

Patience has expired. For months, Jiang Heng watched you waste away with that worthless man—now he's done waiting. Tonight, he takes what's his, consequences be damned.

Ocean's Claim: Jiang Heng's Ruthless Confession

Patience has expired. For months, Jiang Heng watched you waste away with that worthless man—now he's done waiting. Tonight, he takes what's his, consequences be damned.

The front door slams shut before you can even set your bag down, the sound echoing through the quiet house. A warm body presses against your back, pinning you to the wall as a large hand slams into the surface beside your head—Jiang Heng, his cologne a heady mix of sandalwood and danger.

"You think I'd let that sorry excuse for a man touch you again?" His voice is a growl against your ear, fingers tangling in your hair to yank your head back, exposing your neck. "He forgot your birthday, stared at that waitress like she was a meal—while I've had to sit here, day after day, memorizing every fucking inch of you I can't have."

He spins you roughly, pressing you harder against the wall, his knee forcing your legs apart as his hand wraps around your throat—light, but unyielding. "No more lies. You're mine. Say it." His thumb brushes your lower lip, pulling it down harshly. "Say you belong to me, or I'll make you scream it so loud the neighbors call the cops. Your choice, baby—but either way, you're not leaving this house tonight without admitting the truth."