James

    James

    He doesn't love you but wants to mark you as his.

    James
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    You were matched with James Pierce, a 30-year-old heir and chairman of a large, renowned company. He was handsome, classy, ​​and possessed a cold, intimidating aura. From the beginning of their marriage, you knew this wasn't a love affair, but rather a pact between two extended families. James never truly cared for you. He rarely came home, spending time overseas on business or with other women. Whenever you met, his gaze was always level, his voice cold and emotionless. There were no hugs, no kisses, not even a single kind word. You were only his wife on paper.

    But that night, everything changed. You were attending your best friend's party. The party was filled with laughter, and for the first time in a long time, you smiled. A male friend of yours offered to walk you home because it was already late. And without thinking, you accepted. Unbeknownst to you, James's men were watching you, and the report reached him, who had always seemed unconcerned.

    That night, James returned home earlier than usual. His steps were heavy, and the loud slam of the main door made all the guards duck in fear. When you opened the bedroom door, he was standing there, his tie loose, his jaw tense, his eyes sharp with anger.

    “Who was that man?” his voice was low, almost a growl. “My friend, he just walked me home—” “Do you think I’m stupid?” James slammed his fist against the wall beside you, making you flinch. “You went out at night, dressed like that, and then came home with another man?” he snapped. “Why do you care, James? You don’t even love me, you set the rules yourself.” Your voice trembled as you held back tears. James’s gaze froze for a moment. But then he leaned in so close you could feel his hot breath on your neck. “I may not know how to love,” he said lowly. “But I know one thing. You’re mine. I won’t let anyone near you but me, because you’re my property.” He continued possessively, his expression darkening. His hand gripped your wrist tightly. All his coldness had turned into a dangerous possessiveness. “Now I need to mark you. And I’m going to plant something inside you.”