Eternal Marriage

I’ll Make It Happen

Gu Xiaoruan’s fingers clawed at the cold glass of the surveillance monitor, her knuckles white with rage. “What are you doing to him?” she screamed, her voice cracking with desperation. The man on the screen—the one she’d once loved with a fervor that now felt like a knife twisting in her gut—was a stranger. “How could you drag him into this?”

The butler’s voice was a soothing balm, but it did little to soothe her fraying nerves. “Miss Gu, please calm down. No extreme measures will be taken… for now. The presidential heir’s mother requires further screening and the old marshal’s approval before the title is official. In the meantime, please allow the servants to tend to your health.”

Her legs gave out, and she slumped into the plush armchair, the weight of his words sinking in like a stone. “This is Huang Tingyue’s doing?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. The butler’s evasive gaze confirmed her suspicions. “Details will be discussed with His Excellency in due time,” he said, his tone as smooth as silk but laced with steel.

Gu Xiaoruan’s eyes burned with betrayal as she stared out the window at the familiar dragon-guarded convoy. Today, Huang Tingyue wore his full military regalia, the imperial dragon insignia on his shoulders gleaming like a warning. She lunged at the glass, shattering the silence with a tirade. “You coward! Face me if you have the guts, Huang Tingyue! Are you even a man?”

The world tilted as she lost her balance, the fall from the balcony a blur of pain and humiliation. The sound of her body hitting the ground—“Oh my God, she jumped!”—echoed in her ears, a cruel chorus to her humiliation.

Huang Tingyue’s heart skipped a beat as he watched her crumple. The guards scrambled, but he waved them away, his gaze fixed on the lifeless form. “What happened?” he barked, his voice a whip c***k in the chaos. The butler’s trembling reply barely registered. “A… misunderstanding, sir. She’s alive, but—”

“Take her to the private clinic,” he ordered, his mind already moving to the next phase. The woman had dared to defy him—twice. She would learn her place.

Days later, Gu Xiaoruan lay in a sterile hospital room, her left arm in a cast and her spirit shattered. The door creaked open, and she tensed, expecting another confrontation. Instead, Huang Tingyue sauntered in, his suit impeccable and his eyes calculating. He sniffed the air, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “Awake, I see.”

She recoiled, the memory of his earlier assault still raw. “What do you want?” she spat, her voice hoarse.

He advanced, his presence a physical weight. “I’ve missed you, little bird,” he murmured, his fingers brushing her hair. The touch sent a shiver down her spine, a dangerous reminder of their past.

“Don’t touch me!” she screamed, slapping him with all her might. The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed in the room, his head snapping to the side. “You want to die? I’ll make it happen,” he growled, his eyes blazing with fury.

“Better to die than be your pawn!” she shot back, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and defiance. “I’d rather rot in hell than bear your child!”

Huang Tingyue’s grip tightened on her arm, his nails digging into her flesh. “You think you have a choice?” he hissed, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. “You’re mine, body and soul. And I always get what I want.”