He waited five years, from the first time he saw her at fifteen until she finally entered his territory at eighteen.
Shen Yuan never imagined that her best friend’s “rather cold” uncle would look at her with such intensity. Fu Siheng was a powerful business magnate who could turn the tides of the business world. Beneath his refined, handsome exterior lay an obsessive possessiveness. He quietly worked his way into her life, shielding her from every overt and covert attack, yet carefully maneuvering to trap her in a gentle cage.
She was a fallen heiress, living under someone else’s roof and wanting only to get through her final year of high school in peace. He was a hunter lurking in the shadows, laying a net from which there was no escape and waiting for her to approach him of her own accord.
The bullying at school, the hypocrites’ designs on her, the schemes and machinations in the dark: Fu Siheng protected her with an almost obsessive fervor, yet every touch and every glance let her glimpse the madness buried in his eyes.
“I’ve never been a gentleman.” He lowered his head, his fingertips stroking her wrist as he spoke in a husky voice. “So don’t try to run.”
Shen Yuan knew this man was dangerous to the extreme. But when he showed his tenderness only to her, and she discovered that his obsession had lasted a full five years, could she really get away?
This was a hunt planned long in advance, and the willing surrender of one heart. Obsession and tenderness intertwined, as testing and evasion pulled them back and forth, until he held her tight in his arms and refused to let go.
You are not my weakness. You are my life.
