Xiao Zhan
“How long am I going to be in here?” I ask Haikuan as I step into the bedroom.
“As long as it takes.” He slams the doors shut, causing me to jump.
I gasp, run to the stylish French doors and then hear a click. Jiggling the door handles, I yank and pull, realizing I’m locked inside. With my fists, I pummel the wood as hard as I can. “Let me out of here, Haikuan! I will not be held prisoner. Open the damn doors!” I try jiggling the handles again, sneering when they don’t give. I plant my feet against the ground and pull, hoping the lock breaks but all I hear on the other side is a chuckle.
Haikuan is laughing at me.
I kick the door for good measure. “You should be ashamed of yourself. Who locks a woman in a room?”
“The kind who don’t trust women who make deals to clear their father’s name. You can’t be trusted, Xiao Zhan. Not yet. And I won’t risk Yibo’s safety. For all I know, you’re a crazy person.” His voice is muffled from the door between us.
I growl with impatience, beating my fist against the door yet again. “I’ll show you crazy!” He pays me no mind. I hear the expensive clicks of his loafers carrying him away. “Hey, I’m talking to you! Get back here!” I slap a hand over my mouth when a booming laugh echoes down the hall. It goes on for a few minutes.
What have you gotten yourself into, Xiao Zhan?” I whisper to myself, pressing my forehead against the door as I take a few deep breaths.
I really did this. I came to a mafia boss to save my father’s life, made a deal to marry him and give him a child. My pulse begins to race and my breathing becomes erratic. Holy hell, my entire life is in this man’s hands.
What have I done?
I toss my hair in a messy bun and massage my neck. “You’re going to be fine. You don’t have to like him. Your father will be alive. That’s all that matters.”
I spin around and sag against the double doors, fanning my eyes around the room for the first time.
For a guest room, it’s huge. The bed itself is the size of my room. The paint is masculine yet elegant, a light grey on 3 of the walls, and the fourth is a navy blue. The ceramic floor tiles are breathtaking, probably imported from Italy. They are an array of blues, greys, whites and opals, creating a gorgeous mosaic.
I bend down and trace the tile's grout, a stark black, such a contrast to the light design. I straighten myself up then explore my prison cell. Overhead, a mural reminding me of the night sky was painted on the domed ceiling. Intricate patterns of vines, leaves, and grapes were carved into the moldings.
“Wow.” I am in awe, impressed by the detail that’s gone into this room. Wrapping my hand around one of the bedposts, I spin then slide my free hand across the fluffy, white comforter. The bathroom has the same ceramic tiles on the floor to the right. Flipping on the light, my brows raise at the extravagance. A chandelier hangs from the middle with crystals reflecting and shining on every surface. There are twin sinks; the counter is made of gorgeous, polished, purple stone.
Is it amethyst? There’s no way. That would be so expensive. The soaking tub matches too and it’s big enough for 3 people. If I’m going to live here, I will use that tub daily.
The shower is nothing to sneeze at either. There are no doors, no curtain, just a huge walk-in stall made of onyx that glimmers when the light hits it. The rainfall showerhead takes up the ceiling and I bet it would feel like standing under a giant waterfall.
“Wait.” I turn my head to see a toothbrush in its holder and then there’s water sprinkled on the silver drain as if it were used this morning.
There’s another door and I fling it open, revealing a giant closet lined with suits and shoes.
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Owned by Mr. Lan
FanfictionThey called him "The Devil". Head of the Gusu Lan Mafia and the man who rules the city. A man too dangerous to go near. But my father's life is in danger and the only way to save him is to agree to The Devil's demands. Pose as his wife and give him...