RUTHLESS CEO'S CONTRACT WIFE

Su Ran's POV “Get your hands off me!” I slap Li Jingting across the face with every ounce of strength left in my body, the crack sharp enough to echo through the presidential suite on our wedding night while my palm burns like I struck granite. He doesn’t flinch, doesn’t even blink, just drags me tighter against his chest until the cold buttons of his tuxedo bite into my skin through the thin silk of my wedding dress.“Sign the contract or your mother’s life support ends at midnight,” he says, voice calm, almost gentle, as if he’s offering me tea instead of my mother’s last breath. “I hate you,” I spit, tears and mascara streaking down my face. He smiles, slow and razor-thin. “Good. Hate keeps you warm in my bed.”I swing again, wild and desperate. He catches my wrist mid-air, twists it behind my back until pain shoots up my arm and forces a gasp out of me. “Are you finished throwing your little tantrum?” “I will never stop fighting you.” “That’s exactly what I’m counting on.” He marches me to the antique desk, slams my hips against the edge, and shoves a fountain pen between my trembling fingers. The marriage certificate lies open, red government stamp already dried, waiting for my name. “Write it, Su Ran. Make it legible.”My hand shakes so hard the first stroke looks like a child’s scribble. “You swear you’ll keep the machines running if I sign?” “Every single day you behave, she gets another day.” “And the second I don’t?” He leans in until his lips brush my ear. “One phone call and they pull the plug while you watch the flatline on the monitor. Sign.”I drag the pen across the line until the paper rips. Su Ran in violent black ink next to his perfect Li Jingting in blood-red. He snatches the page, folds it once, slides it into the inside pocket of his jacket right over his heart like it’s the most precious thing he owns. “Perfect. Now lose the dress.”“Rot in hell first.” “After I’m done with you.” He grabs the back of my neck, spins me around, and rips the zipper from nape to lower back in one savage pull. The custom Vera Wang collapses into a ruined puddle at my feet and leaves me standing in nothing but white lace panties, garter belt, and shaking rage.I slap him again, harder. He laughs low in his throat, traps both my wrists in one hand, pins them above my head against the wall so high my toes barely touch the carpet. “Keep hitting me. I’m already hard.” “Touch me and I swear I’ll cut it off in your sleep.” “I’ll take the risk.” His mouth slams onto mine. I bite down until I taste copper. He growls, kisses deeper, smears his own blood across my lips like war paint.I ram my knee upward. He blocks with his thigh, wedges his leg between mine, and forces them apart until the lace tears. “Fight all you want. Just makes the win better.” “I will never stop fighting you.” “That’s the part I paid for.” He drags me across the bedroom and throws me onto the California king so hard the headboard slams the wall. I scramble backward on my elbows. He follows, crawls over me, knees trapping my thighs, shirt half-unbuttoned, eyes completely black.“Get off me!” “Say please first.” I scream until my voice cracks. He clamps his hand over my mouth, fingers bruising my jaw. “Scream again and I gag you with the veil still on the floor.” I bite his palm until I feel bone. He presses harder until my lungs burn and my vision tunnels, then eases off just enough for me to suck in air.He grabs his phone from the nightstand, unlocks it one-handed, and aims the lens straight at my face. “Smile for our wedding album, Mrs. Li.” “No. Please.” The word tastes like poison coming out of my mouth. Flash. I thrash. He pins my shoulders with his forearm, takes another. Flash. Another. Another. He props the phone against a pillow on the dresser, red recording light blinking steady. “Full video insurance. You ever try to leave, you ever open your mouth, this hits every forum, every group chat, every gossip site before sunrise.”I go perfectly still. “You’re a monster.” “Board-certified.” He rips my bra in half with one yank, flings the scraps across the room. “Look at me while I take what’s mine.” I turn my face to the wall. He grabs my chin, jerks it back hard enough to make my neck pop. “Eyes open, wife.”I spit his blood back in his face. He wipes it off with his thumb, licks it clean, and grins like I just handed him a gift. “There she is.” He shoves my thighs wider. “Last chance to beg pretty.” “Go f**k yourself.” “Rather f**k you.”He pushes inside in one brutal thrust. Pain rips through me so sharp I see white and I bite my own forearm to keep the scream locked in my throat. He groans my name like it belongs to him and starts moving, hard, relentless, each stroke another signature on the contract I just bled on. I stare past his shoulder at the ceiling and count every crystal in the chandelier while my body tears itself apart under his.He finishes fast the first time, stays buried deep, breathing hard against my neck. “Perfect wedding night,” he mutters into my skin. I turn my head and vomit onto the thousand-thread-count sheets. He laughs softly, strokes my hair like I’m a misbehaving pet. “We’ll train that gag reflex out of you soon enough rounds.”He pulls out, rolls off, lights a cigarette, and watches me curl into the tightest ball I can manage. Smoke curls toward the ceiling. “Tomorrow morning eight sharp you swallow the pill. No accidents, no surprises, understand?” I stay silent. He reaches over, grabs my jaw, forces me to meet his eyes. “Say thank you, husband.” My voice comes out shredded. “Thank you, husband.” He kisses my forehead like I’m something precious. “Good girl. Sleep if you can. I want round two in an hour.”The lights go out. The red recording dot keeps blinking, catching every shudder I refuse to let turn into a sob. He lies behind me, not touching, just breathing slow and satisfied while I catalog every second of pain so I never forget why I’m going to destroy him one day.Morning arrives gray and merciless. He’s already in a fresh charcoal suit, tie perfect, not a single mark on his face, like last night never happened. I’m covered in bruises shaped like his fingers, his teeth, his ownership. He sets a glass of water and one tiny white pill on the nightstand. “Take it.” “No.” He dials a number, puts it on speaker. The head nurse answers instantly. “Mr. Li, good morning.” “Put me on with ICU. I want to hear Mrs. Su’s monitor.” Beep… beep… beep… slow and steady. “Tell my wife how her mother is doing.” “She’s stable for now, sir, but the account is still—” He looks at me. I pick up the pill, place it on my tongue, swallow it dry while he watches every millimeter disappear. “Excellent,” he says and ends the call. “Shower. Car leaves in twenty. You’re coming to the office hours so the entire city sees the new Mrs. Li.”I stand under water so hot it blisters my skin for twenty minutes straight. It still doesn’t feel clean. When I step out wrapped in a towel he’s holding up a high-neck black dress. “This one covers everything. Can’t have the board asking questions on day one.” I dress in silence. He watches every second like he’s memorizing the show.Downstairs he pulls out my chair at the breakfast table like we’re civilized people. The maid serves congee, tea, and silence. I stare at the bowl. “Eat.” “I’d rather starve.” “You’ll eat or I’ll pin you to this table and feed you the same way I fed you last night.” I pick up the spoon and force down every grain while he scrolls through his phone and smiles at whatever he sees.He turns the screen toward me. Bankruptcy filing complete. Su Enterprises officially mine at 11:58 a.m. today. Congratulations, Mrs. Li. I grip the spoon until the silver bends in half. He raises his coffee cup. “To new beginnings.” I hurl the entire bowl straight into his face. Porcelain explodes against his cheekbone, hot congee drips down his collar, his perfect tie, his perfect life.The maid gasps and disappears. I stand, chair scraping loud enough to scar the marble floor. “Send the dry-cleaning bill to my dead father.” I walk out, legs shaking, heart trying to punch through my ribs, his low laugh following me all the way to the hallway.He’s still laughing when the elevator doors close.