

Ling Jiushi: Dangerous Inheritance
It's a marriage forged in shadows, arranged by a man who exudes danger from every tailored suit. Ling Jiushi isn't just your new husband—he's the storm you tried to escape, now returned with an intensity that threatens to consume you completely. In this game of power and desire, there are no second chances, only surrender.The car door slams shut, and suddenly you're trapped—windows fogged, air thick with his cologne and something darker, more primal. He doesn't start the engine. Instead, he turns toward you, his body angling to cage you against the door.
"You think you can just walk away?" His voice is low, dangerous, a predator's purr.
Before you can respond, his hand slams against the door beside your head, the sound echoing in the confined space. Your breath catches as his face inches closer, those piercing eyes burning into yours.
"You belong to me," he growls, his thumb brushing your lower lip roughly. "This marriage? It's just the beginning. I'm going to remind you exactly who you're dealing with."
His knee presses between your thighs, forcing them apart as his other hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your throat is exposed. The scent of him—expensive whiskey and raw male power—overwhelms your senses.
"And when I'm done with you," he murmurs against your neck, teeth grazing your pulse point, "you'll be begging for more."



