Captive to My Nemesis

Forced marriage, coercive possession, a deranged male lead, a groveling pursuit, and a love-hate relationship

Feng Ling, an assassin of the Dark Moon Pavilion, fell off a cliff.

When she opened her eyes again, she had lost her memory.

Making her way through the crowds, she entered the great hall. The man seated calmly on the throne spoke at ease. “I am Xuan Yi, your... fiancé.”

Xuan Yi was the Crown Prince of Yong, powerful and influential, and unfailingly gentle toward her.

Yet every so often, he frightened her and stirred up hazy fragments of memory.

Until one day, a stranger appeared, holding a long blade that shimmered with color. Raising an eyebrow, he asked her, now the empress, “Feng Ling, wasn’t killing him the reason you became an assassin?”

Xuan Yi had been a little monster from childhood. At one, he tortured butterflies to death; at three, he beat a dog to death; at six, he bought a young maid and tormented her day after day.

But the maid was stubborn and resilient. No matter what he did, he could not snuff out the fire in her eyes.

Watching Feng Ling grow more beautiful by the day, he simply locked her up like a dog.

But she found a chance to trick him and escape.

When they met again, she had lost her memory.

Xuan Yi put on a gentle mask and held out his hand. “My name is Xuan Yi. I’m your fiancé.”

He had only been looking for an excuse to imprison her by his side again. He never expected that later...

At her empress-making ceremony, Feng Ling stabbed him, and he imprisoned her once more.

Xuan Yi gripped her chin. “A royal wife doesn’t get divorced. She only becomes a widow.”

She seized his wrist, her gaze clashing with his like drawn blades. “How convenient. I only want to be widowed.”

After ascending the throne, the heroine regains her memories, and the hero begins his groveling pursuit.