Eternal Marriage

You Have No Choice

The presidential suite was a maelstrom of tension, the air thick with unspoken threats. Huang Tingyue’s gaze drilled into Gu Xiaoruan like a drill bit, his patience wearing thinner by the second. “Will you carry my heir or not?” he bit out, his voice a whip c***k in the silence.

“Never!” Gu Xiaoruan spat back, her chin tilted in defiance. “I’d rather sell myself to the lowest bidder than be your breeding mare.” She couldn’t help but glance at the evidence of his arousal, a cruel reminder of his hypocrisy. “Or do you need a reminder of your ‘condition’?”

The President’s fingers curled into fists at his sides. “This is not a negotiation!” He yanked down his suit jacket, the fabric rasping like dry leaves. “You will do as I command.”

“Enjoy the show?” Gu Xiaoruan’s voice dripped venom as she reached for the hem of her dress. The fabric shredded like paper under her trembling hands, revealing her bare legs. “Care to take a closer look?”

A growl rumbled from Huang Tingyue’s throat. “You little—” His fingers delved beneath her skirt, his touch both possessive and clinical. Gu Xiaoruan’s stomach churned, but she forced a cruel smile. “I’m not clean, you know. Slept with a man just yesterday. Maybe I have an STD.”

The President’s face darkened, but his movements didn’t falter. “Lies.” He flipped her onto her stomach, the impact jarring her teeth. A sharp c***k echoed through the room as his palm connected with her buttocks.

Gu Xiaoruan’s vision blurred with tears. No one had ever dared to touch her like this. “You bastard!” she screamed, her voice cracking with fury. She thrashed against his hold, but his grip was like steel. “I’ll never be your w***e!”

“Your body belongs to me,” he snarled, his breath hot against her ear. “And I’m not dirty. The man you were with last night… was me.”

The words punched through her confusion like a bullet. “What?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. The night’s foggy memories flooded back—the familiar scent, the overwhelming power. “But that was an accident. Why me?”

Huang Tingyue’s expression remained impassive. “Accidents are for the weak. I have no time for your games.” He stood, his gaze lingering on her bruised form with a mixture of disdain and something darker. “Clean yourself up. We’re not done.”

The door slammed shut, leaving Gu Xiaoruan crumpled on the floor. Her phone buzzed with unanswered calls, but it was Fang Rong’s worried voice that finally broke through her haze. “Xiaoruan, are you okay? Where are you?”

“Fine,” she lied, her voice trembling. “Just… busy.”

“Liar,” Fang Rong’s tone was gentle but firm. “I know that man. He’s the President. Why would he show up now? After all these years?”

Gu Xiaoruan’s fingers curled into her hair, the pain a welcome distraction from the storm inside her. “I don’t know. Maybe he finally realized he made a mistake.”

The lie tasted bitter on her tongue. She had spent years pining for a boy who didn’t even remember her name. Now, he had returned—not as a savior, but as a tyrant. The universe had a twisted sense of humor, she thought, as she dialed the number for a hymen reconstruction clinic.