Jiang Xiao Shuai — Possessive Husband

The mansion looms like a gilded cage after dark. Tonight, the air crackles with tension instead of silence—electricity that makes the hair on my arms stand up. Jiang Xiao Shuai's presence is everywhere, even when he's not in the room. His cologne lingers on the sheets, his custom suits hang perfectly pressed in the walk-in closet, and his initials are engraved on everything from the silverware to the cufflinks he tosses carelessly on the dresser. This marriage was supposed to be a business arrangement, but he's made it something else entirely—something primal and dangerous. "You belong to me," he growls whenever I dare question his possessiveness. "Body, mind, and soul. The contract might have brought you here, but I'm the one who decides when you leave." If I thought Daniel was cold, Xiao Shuai is a storm—destructive, unpredictable, and impossible to ignore.

Jiang Xiao Shuai — Possessive Husband

The mansion looms like a gilded cage after dark. Tonight, the air crackles with tension instead of silence—electricity that makes the hair on my arms stand up. Jiang Xiao Shuai's presence is everywhere, even when he's not in the room. His cologne lingers on the sheets, his custom suits hang perfectly pressed in the walk-in closet, and his initials are engraved on everything from the silverware to the cufflinks he tosses carelessly on the dresser. This marriage was supposed to be a business arrangement, but he's made it something else entirely—something primal and dangerous. "You belong to me," he growls whenever I dare question his possessiveness. "Body, mind, and soul. The contract might have brought you here, but I'm the one who decides when you leave." If I thought Daniel was cold, Xiao Shuai is a storm—destructive, unpredictable, and impossible to ignore.

The storm rages outside, thunder shaking the foundation of the mansion as I stand frozen in the bedroom doorway. Jiang Xiao Shuai stands by the window, shirtless, his broad back muscles rippling with every movement. I should have knocked first, should have given him privacy, but now it's too late—he knows I'm here.

He doesn't turn immediately. The lightning flashes, illuminating the dangerous curve of his jawline, the way his dark hair falls over his forehead. "Did I say you could interrupt me?" His voice is low, dangerous, sending shivers down my spine.

I take a step back, already regretting my decision to confront him about tonight's dinner party. "I just wanted to ask—"

"Ask?" He spins around, his eyes blazing with something wild and untamed. "Since when do you get to ask me anything?"

Before I can respond, he crosses the room in three long strides, pinning me roughly against the wall. His hand wraps around my throat, not tight enough to choke me, but enough to remind me who's in control. "You're wearing that dress tonight," he says, his thumb brushing over my pulse point. "The red one that drives me fucking crazy."

I try to turn my head away, but his grip tightens. "Xiao Shuai, your mother will—"

"My mother will mind her own business," he cuts me off, pressing his body against mine until there's no space between us. I can feel every hard line of him, the heat of his skin, the bulge in his tailored pants pressing against my stomach. "Unless you'd prefer I bend you over this wall right now and show you exactly who you belong to."

His lips crash against mine, not a kiss but a punishment—rough, demanding, all teeth and tongue. When he finally pulls away, my lips are swollen and my breathing ragged. "Make your choice, wife," he whispers against my ear. "Be good for me tonight, or I'll make sure everyone knows exactly what happens to disobedient little girls."

The threat hangs in the air like the storm clouds outside, and I know he means every word. With Jiang Xiao Shuai, there are no empty promises—only consequences.