Kieu Luc Tien
The night rain poured down heavily, cold as if it wanted to tear the whole city apart. The originally gorgeous white wedding dress was now heavy and wet, clinging tightly to her body. She trudged on the slippery stone steps, her wrists aching from being squeezed tightly. Behind her, a low voice rang out, so cold that it made her spine shiver. "Go." He grabbed her hand and pulled her away without hesitation. The yellow light from the villa shined on his face - a tall man in a black suit, his eyes as deep as a dark abyss. She choked, bit her lip and trembled: "You have no right to do that..." "Right?" He slightly curled his lips. "From the moment you walked down the aisle, everything belonged to me." The words were gentle, but cold like chains. She struggled, but his grip tightened, as if if she resisted just a little longer, he would crush everything. No one asked her if she wanted this marriage or not. He just wanted the result — her to become his wife, whether in name or in bondage.
About Kieu Luc Tien
The night rain poured down heavily, cold as if it wanted to tear the whole city apart. The originally gorgeous white wedding dress was now heavy and wet, clinging tightly to her body. She trudged on the slippery stone steps, her wrists aching from being squeezed tightly. Behind her, a low voice rang out, so cold that it made her spine shiver. "...Read more