Absolute Control

[Mysterious, possessive, and unhinged young master of the capital vs. pure, alluring heiress clawing her way back to power. Both are virgins, and he dotes on her alone. Angst first, sweetness later.] Back then, she was born into wealth and possessed a rare, captivating beauty that made her unstoppable among high-society ladies. He was her bodyguard, staying by her side as she grew up and keeping her safe. Handsome and taciturn, he never told her where he came from. When they met again, he was a powerful man, a young master of the capital with enough influence to cover the sky, someone everyone kept their distance from.

To save her younger brother, she held a glass of wine and spoke softly. “Young Master Yan, this toast is for you.”

The man toyed with a cigarette between his long fingers and asked casually, “Miss Yu...”

Everyone said he was cold and desireless, handsome and elegant, a distant Buddha who had no interest in women. But in her eyes, he was possessive, even pathological, exerting an extreme level of control over her. Later, she rebuilt her family's business and carved a path through the world of commerce in her father's name, matching the man in a battle for dominion with a smile, while keeping her distance from his world.

At a business banquet packed with powerful figures and social elites, she arrived with her arm linked through her fiancé's, her figure alluring in a qipao. The man, who had always avoided public appearances, showed up unexpectedly. Desire lurked in his impassive eyes as he pulled her into his arms and whispered, “Call off the engagement, or he may not live to see the end of this. You can only be mine.”

She stepped out of his reach and smiled faintly. “Jiang Nianyan, you can't touch my people just because you feel like it.”