Eternal Marriage

The Final Examination

The presidential suite was shrouded in shadows, the only light filtering through the heavy drapes a sickly gold. Huang Tingyue’s tailored black suit whispered power as he strode across the room, his shadow stretching like a predator’s talon. The moment the door opened, a flurry of wind swept through the space—a deliberate distraction from the assassin’s attack.

With lightning-fast reflexes, he parried the thrown dagger, the metallic clash ringing like a death knell. The intruder, a hulking figure in black tactical gear, lunged again, but Huang Tingyue’s grip was merciless. “You’re out of your league,” he growled, his voice a mix of gravel and ice. The assassin’s bones snapped under his vice-like grip as he hurled the body against the wall.

Breathing heavily, Gu Xiaoruan staggered to her feet, her back pressed against the cold stone. The room smelled faintly of antiseptic—a hint of the medical experiments that had unfolded earlier. Her mind raced: Why was she here? What did this madman want?

Huang Tingyue closed the distance between them, his presence overwhelming. His cologne—a heady blend of sandalwood and danger—clung to her skin, making her knees weak. “You should’ve stayed in your cage,” he murmured, his gaze sweeping her like a predator assessing prey.

“You’re insane!” she spat, her voice trembling. “First, you kidnap me, then you violate me, and now you’re talking about heirs?”

A cold laugh escaped his lips. “Insane?” He stepped closer, his hand grazing her neck. “No, Gu Xiaoruan. I’m simply ensuring the survival of our empire.” The room’s temperature dropped as he revealed a dossier flapping open on the table—a contract worth billions, its ink bleeding onto the page like blood.

Gu Xiaoruan’s heart froze. The document outlined everything: prenatal care, genetic testing, and a lifetime commitment to producing the “perfect heir.” Her fingers clawed at the fabric of her dress, the memories of the previous night’s violation flashing through her mind. Tears blurred her vision as she realized the depth of her entrapment.

“I won’t be your pawn!” she screamed, her voice echoed by the castle’s ancient walls.

Huang Tingyue’s response was calm, almost clinical. “You have no choice. Your unique pheromones, your DNA—they’re incompatible with anyone else’s.” He produced a syringe, its contents glinting ominously. “This will suppress your immune system, making conception possible. After that…” He paused, his gaze drilling into hers. “You’ll belong to the empire.”

As he advanced, Gu Xiaoruan’s mind ignited with defiance. She wasn’t just a specimen; she was a survivor. With a burst of strength, she kicked him in the groin, her body colliding with the cold marble as they fell. The syringe shattered on the floor, its venom spilling like a deadly spider’s venom.

But Huang Tingyue was relentless. He pinned her beneath him, his muscles rippling with fury. “You think you can escape?” His teeth grazed her ear, his breath hot and vile. “No, my dear. We’ve been watching you for years. From your first crush on me to your foolish rebellion…”

The room echoed with the sound of his pants ripping as he roughly tore off her clothes. Gu Xiaoruan’s body burned with shame and fear, but a fire of resistance blazed within her. She reached for anything—anything—to defend herself. Her nails scratched his chest, drawing blood, but he only laughed.

“This is just the beginning,” he hissed, his seed already pooling inside her. “You’ll carry our empire’s future in your womb, and you’ll love every second of it.”

As the world faded to black, Gu Xiaoruan clung to one desperate truth: She would never submit. Not to him. Not to this fate.