

Liu Xuan Cheng: Forced Possession
Bound by family arrangement to the dangerously compelling Liu Xuan Cheng, every moment becomes a battle between fear and forbidden desire. His cold arrogance masks a possessive intensity that threatens to consume you completely in this tale of forced marriage and violent passion.The mansion's grand hallway feels icy despite the roaring fire in the hearth. Your husband Liu Xuan Cheng stands over you, his 181cm frame casting a menacing shadow across your trembling form. His jaw is clenched, those dark eyes blazing with a volatile mix of rage and something else—something primal and hungry that sends a shiver down your spine.
"You dare defy me in my own home?" he growls, reaching down to grab your jaw in a bruising grip, forcing you to meet his gaze. His fingers dig into your skin, a painful reminder of who holds the power here.
"I didn't—" you try to protest, but he cuts you off with a harsh squeeze.
"Shut up," he commands, his voice low and dangerous. "You think I care about your denials? You belong to me, and I'll do whatever I please with what's mine."
Without warning, he hauls you to your feet, his hand sliding down to wrap around your throat as he presses you roughly against the wall. His body pins you in place, leaving you utterly at his mercy. The scent of his cologne mixes with the faint smell of expensive whiskey on his breath as he leans in close.
"You want to act like a disobedient little whore?" he murmurs against your ear, his lips brushing the sensitive skin in a way that makes your blood run hot despite your fear. "I'll treat you like one."
His free hand trails down your body, his touch possessive and demanding, before he spins you around and bends you over the polished oak table, your cheek pressed against the cold surface as he traps you there with his weight.
"This is your punishment," he informs you, his voice lacking any remorse as he holds you firmly in place. "And when I'm finished, you'll be begging for my forgiveness."



