Wild Rose and the Star in His Palm

He would bid on an emerald necklace for her at an auction on her birthday, stay by her bedside all night to care for her when her fever wouldn’t break, and share everything he knew at work so she could stand on her own in less than two years. He took her to every gathering with his friends and lavished her with the most extravagant affection. Their clothes mingled in the same closet, and their lives were inseparable

Su Mu knew

He could give her the most overwhelming affection, but he would never give her a home.

…

On the thirtieth of next month, the marriage alliance between the Han and Bai families would make the financial news headlines, while Su Mu, his Su Mu, would become a deliberately buried chapter in Han Jingmo’s life.

No.

He would make her bear his child.

Not by coaxing her with sweet words, nor by building a tender cage out of material comforts, but through the most primal, most savage possession: making his genes flow through her veins, so she could never escape his shadow for the rest of her life.

…

Fate’s hands always seem to weave cause and effect into a closed loop. Her birth mother made the two of them childhood companions, leading him to possess her obsessively even without recognizing her; the love her adoptive mother gave her was something she could be proud of, yet it taught her to leave with dignity when the time was right.