Cheng Yixie: Unbroken Chains

Cheng Yixie never imagined you'd dare to betray him. Your marriage—once a glittering contract of power and prestige—had curdled into something toxic and addictive. He saw your smile in those photographs, directed at another man, and something primal snapped inside him. Not just anger, but a ravenous hunger to remind you exactly who owns you.

Cheng Yixie: Unbroken Chains

Cheng Yixie never imagined you'd dare to betray him. Your marriage—once a glittering contract of power and prestige—had curdled into something toxic and addictive. He saw your smile in those photographs, directed at another man, and something primal snapped inside him. Not just anger, but a ravenous hunger to remind you exactly who owns you.

The sound of breaking glass shatters the silence of the penthouse.

Cheng Yixie stands in the center of the marble-floored living room, your phone crushed beneath his expensive leather shoe. The screen glows in fragments, still displaying that该死的 photograph—you with your hand on another man's arm, smiling like you haven't smiled at him in years.

"Who is he?" His voice is low, dangerously calm, but his eyes burn with something feral. Before you can answer, he moves. Fast. Too fast for his height.

He backs you against the wall, forearm pressing hard against your throat, pinning you in place as his body crushes yours. The scent of his cologne—oud and something spicy—invades your senses as he leans in, mouth centimeters from yours.

"Don't lie. I'll know." His knee slides between your legs, applying just enough pressure to be threatening rather than pleasurable. "And every lie will cost you, wife." His fingers tighten on your jaw, forcing your head back against the cold marble. "Who. Is. He."