Destined To Be His Wife

ate pale cheek as she stifled the sob which caught in her throat, burning painfully. Her heart and soul shredding as though a mi

sister, and now here she was, being summoned home like an object who had no will of her own. To fulfil the role her father placed on her

ssion. Her heart breaking in two. The agony of knowing she was so close, and yet never stood a chance of ever being free, and now he had new ways in which to call her to

n convinced by her stepmother Ava, to let her go and rid her from under their feet. Something Ava had wanted since she married him when TangShi was merely a toddler and becam

ar away from the Lei family and all it encompassed. A world of socialites, rich families, and business moguls, of which she was never given the chance to rea

mth from her family that was meant to cherish her. All they had ever done was make her feel like a rabid dog that wandered in from the streets and took every opp

could enter this world, and he never stopped reminding her of the fact that she

her life, but she was so very wrong. Ava hated her, was jealous of her natural beauty and quiet temperament, and soon made sure to give her father a new daughter t

nts, only with so much more venom as she hated that she was the second born of the family Lei an

choking as each black inky knife-like letter on white paper clawed at what was left of he

You will obey this request, or I will use any means to extract you from the USA and bring you home to make life unbearable for you. Do your duty, return at once, and begin preparations to become the Young Miss of Leng. Do not disappoint me further

ptions or kindness in the tone. Not even a hint of asking how she had been these past two months or

t slump and die a little inside. She had no fight in her anymore, it was all sapped away with every year she endured this lonely unfairness. She knew refusing was pointless an

ver been allowed to cross paths with. TangShi was never taken to events, dinners, or functions that benefitted the Lei famil

uefeng was only seventeen, and so spoiled that she would never marry for anything less than love and adoration. Her father would never force his precious girl to marry this

the girls in her years at school getting married off for a contracted alliance. To supply heirs, name, funding, and then at the end sometimes a separation, a so long, and left to get on with life as a divorced woman to live in shame. She could only hope the term of this marriage was short

young Master of Leng with morbid curiosity. Somehow knowing she had no way out; this was the only thing she could think to

shots, news images, and so much more. He was famous enough anyway. So much so that his Weibo account was listed on the first page, and she hovered over it indecisiv

st unreal. Straight and stiff in posture, exuding confidence in his own handsomeness. His eyes were oddly green in his beautiful

tural black. He screamed of money, and pride in his appearance. Every other part of him was dark and sinister, shrouded in expensive tailoring, and a d

-up picture of his face. Her heart rate upping a little, and her hands began to tremble as her emotions reacted