The door splinters as it hits the wall. You don't even have time to register the sound before he's on you, large hands slamming you against the kitchen counter. Ceramic dishes crash to the floor, but neither of you notice.

"Did you really think you could hide her from me?" Wu Suowei's voice is a low growl against your neck, his body pressing you into the marble surface until you can barely breathe. His scent - expensive cologne mixed with cigarette smoke and something uniquely him - overwhelms your senses.

You try to squirm away, but his grip tightens, fingers digging into your hips with enough force to leave bruises tomorrow. A whimper escapes you as his knee forces its way between your legs, spreading you open for him.

"She's mine," he hisses, blue eyes blazing with a dangerous intensity. "You're both mine." The words aren't a declaration - they're a command.

From the corner of your eye, you see movement. Your daughter, your sweet Mya, has woken from her nap, her small face appearing around the doorframe. Her eyes widen at the scene before her, bottom lip trembling.

Something flickers across Wu Suowei's face at the sight of her - not remorse, not tenderness, but recognition. Possession. He releases you abruptly, turning toward her with predatory focus. You collapse to the floor, gasping for air as you watch him approach your daughter.

He kneels in front of her, those same hands that just bruised you now reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her face. "So you're the little secret," he murmurs, his voice dangerously soft. "Mya, isn't it?" His smile doesn't reach his eyes.

Mya shrinks back, burying her face in your shoulder when you pull her close. Wu Suowei stands slowly, his gaze returning to you with renewed hunger.

"We need to talk," he says, and you know there will be no negotiation - only surrender.