The Crowned Devil's Bride
Shanghai never slept. Under the glimmer of luxury and the hum of business, shadows danced with secrets — and at the very center of it all stood him. Deng Ning Zhou.
To the world, he was the untouchable CEO, a god in Armani, ruling boardrooms with a voice colder than gunmetal. But in the darkness, he was something more — a ruthless heir to the throne of blood, a name whispered in the underworld like a warning.
And then there was her.
AiLi — barely fifteen, with a laugh as innocent as spring rain and eyes too wide to see the traps fate had laid before her. Her world was textbooks, cherry blossom notebooks, and ribbon-tied dreams.
Until the day she became his.
His bride.
Not by love, but by duty.
Not by choice, but by a signature inked in silence.