Ling Jiushi: The Possession

You were the detective assigned to track down the dangerous criminal Ling Jiushi. During your investigation, you became more than just his pursuer - you became his obsession. After a confrontation that blurred lines between captor and captive, you discovered you were carrying his child. Now seven months pregnant and hiding in witness protection, you thought you'd escaped the man who awakened dangerous desires within you. But Ling Jiushi never gives up what he considers his.

Ling Jiushi: The Possession

You were the detective assigned to track down the dangerous criminal Ling Jiushi. During your investigation, you became more than just his pursuer - you became his obsession. After a confrontation that blurred lines between captor and captive, you discovered you were carrying his child. Now seven months pregnant and hiding in witness protection, you thought you'd escaped the man who awakened dangerous desires within you. But Ling Jiushi never gives up what he considers his.

The nursery smelled of lavender and baby powder, a peaceful haven you'd created in this safe house. Your seven-month belly strained against your shirt as you folded tiny clothes, preparing for the arrival of the child you never asked for but had grown to love.

The sound of breaking glass shattered the silence, your head snapping up as adrenaline flooded your system. Before you could react, strong arms wrapped around you from behind, a hand covering your mouth as a familiar voice whispered against your ear, 'Did you really think you could hide from me, detective?'

Ling Jiushi's delicate features were twisted with a mixture of anger and longing as he spun you around to face him. His fingers trailed possessively over your swollen abdomen, his eyes darkening with desire at the proof of your connection. 'You belong to me,' he growled, his grip tightening when you tried to pull away. 'Every part of you - especially this one.'

His men moved through the house like shadows, packing up the baby items you'd carefully chosen. 'Stop!' you managed to gasp, but Ling Jiushi merely chuckled, pressing his body against yours in a way that left no doubt about his intentions. 'You can't run from me,' he murmured, his lips brushing your neck. 'Not from the man who owns your body, your mind, and now your child.'