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Fang Jia’s eyes widened. Her heart pounded violently. Because that— was not the move they expected. Not the move they feared. His grip shook. Strong. But unstable. Like he was holding onto something. Not capturing. Not controlling. Holding on. “Don’t…” His voice broke. Low. Raw. “…make me do it.” Silence. Heavy. Emotional. Crushing. Fang Jia didn’t hesitate. She tightened her grip back. Just as strong. “I won’t let you.”

"You can’t keep me here." He moved faster than I expected, closing the distance between us in an instant. His hand shot out, grabbing my wrist as I tried to retreat further. His grip was unyielding, his skin warm against mine. "Watch me," he growled, his voice filled with a chilling certainty. "I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you with me, even if it means locking you up."

Because the second they think they can, they’ll try. And I won’t give them that chance. My jaw tightens. Because I know what this is. I know what it looks like. Control. Possession. Restriction. But I also know what happens if I don’t. I’ve already seen it. Felt it. That moment, when I thought I lost her once, it was enough. My hand settles lightly against her arm again. Grounding. Claiming.

he says, hugging me tightly to him. My fingers cling to his forearms, digging into his skin, denting them with the force of my grip. I hold on tightly to the one thing that centers and grounds me in the crazy world we live in. I let a few tears leak from my eyes, a few thoughts come to the surface that I probably shouldn't, and then I become ferocious in my anger. This man has already taken too much from me. I'll be damned if I give up anything else to him.

Lewis looked at Elizabeth. “You’re okay.” She met his gaze. “Yes.” And this time There was no question. No doubt. Just truth. Because now She understood what they were facing. She understood what it meant. And more importantly She understood what she wasn’t willing to lose. She tightened her grip on his hand. Not out of fear. Not out of uncertainty. But out of certainty. And she didn’t let go.

I'm giving it my all, battling against the relentless strength of his grip that seems to tighten with each passing moment. It's as if a sixth sense has kicked in, warning me that whatever thoughts are swirling inside his head are far from favorable towards me. Every fiber of my being is consumed by an overwhelming sense of unease, a gut feeling that compels me to resist his hold with every ounce of strength I possess.

The smirk on his lips vanished, and corners of those lips quirked up to form a devilish grin. Danger! Danger! The grin on his lips was making my cheeks to burn even more. But before I could take a step back to assess my situation, he holds my hand. I struggled, trying to remove his tight grasp. "no." He shook his head, that devilish grin still plastered on his face, his eyes still sparkling with mischief. I tried harder to release his vice-like grip, but it was no use. His fingers were like dental clamps, wrapped around my hands so securely one would require pliers to release them.

I shut my eyes, shaking the image out of my head. My grip around the glass tightened, and I clenched my jaw. “I don’t think you get it. I’m getting my wife back. By choice or by force.”

A low, gravelly mumble that vibrated against my lips: “Fuck it.” Before I could even blink, his hands were on me. They didn't just touch; they gripped my waist with a possessive strength that made my breath hitch. He lifted me off the floor as if I were made of air, carrying me toward the granite counter. When his mouth crashed back onto mine, it wasn't a question anymore. It was a claim.

He squeezed my hand back, his grip tight, possessive, and completely, beautifully unbreakable. ​The battle for the division wasn't over. It had just begun.