Young Brother-in-law Is Now My Husband Chapter 1 Loving My Wife

It was the dead of night, with heavy rain lashing down.

A car, moving at a breakneck speed, hurtled towards an old mansion situated on the outskirts of the capital. The mansion, appearing aged and perhaps uninhabited, was nevertheless kept in good repair, with only a few lights illuminating the entrance.

The vehicle screeched to a halt before a massive iron gate. A woman, likely in her late twenties, emerged from the car. She seemed anxious, scanning her surroundings as if searching for someone. Pushing through the gate, she dashed inside, braving the downpour. Her face was etched with worry. Midway through her hurried approach to the mansion, she veered off course, changing direction towards a sprawling garden to the left. Only the garden, apart from the entrance, was lit. Scampering along a path, she finally stopped some distance from a patio at the garden's heart.

This patio was a circular structure, supported by four robust, ornately carved pillars. Within its confines were two small, semi-circular wooden tables. The entire structure was encircled by a sizeable fish pond, accessible from the land via a delicate wooden bridge.

A visible change came over the woman's expression; relief washed over her as she found what she sought, and she drew a ragged breath. Within the patio's shade, a solitary figure stood, his back to her. He appeared to be a man in his early twenties, dressed in a white shirt and black trousers. His suit jacket lay discarded on one of the small tables. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, and his hands were thrust into his pockets. The top two buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a glimpse of his strong chest and collarbones.

His features were striking: a sharp, aquiline nose, deep-set black eyes, a strong jawline, and thin, captivating lips. His fair skin seemed to glow under the soft light cast by the orange bulbs hanging from the patio's ceiling. He possessed a solid build, and his black hair, slightly damp and disheveled from the rain, fell forward, brushing his eyes. His expression was impassive, his gaze lost in the darkness, devoid of any discernible emotion.

The soaked woman advanced, halting a few steps away from him. His teeth grazed her lower lip, sending a jolt of pain through her. She struggled to push him away, gasping for air. After a few moments, he released her, only to gaze into her eyes, as if searching for a reaction. Yet, all he found was shock and fury blazing back at him. "W-what do you think you're doing?" she demanded, her voice trembling with rage. She made another attempt to break free and flee, but it was futile. He yanked her back, his grip tightening possessively. His right hand snaked behind her, capturing her left arm, while his left hand secured the back of her neck, holding her head steady. He answered her question directly, his intense gaze locked onto hers, "I am loving my wife." Asserting his claim over her, he kissed her again and again, as if the emotions he had long suppressed were finally bursting forth...