Boundless Love: My Devil Husband

In C City.

Bright lights sparkled and shimmered in the neon city as heavy traffic snaked its way through the street.

The most luxurious club in C city was located bang in the middle of the city.

Sharon Fang, who had been wandering for two hours, was standing at the gate of the club, feeling paralyzed with fear.

The phone rang and she pressed the answer key. The words that came from the other end of the line erased any thoughts of escaping from her mind.

Taking a deep breath, she walked into the club.

The high-end club smelled unlike a hot, sweaty bar. Designed as a grand tea house, it was tranquil, cool and fragrant.

Melodious zither music played in the background, putting her anxiety at ease, if only temporarily.

When she arrived at the place they had agreed to meet, Sharon Fang took another fortifying breath, smoothed her tight, black skirt, and knocked on the door.

When she pushed open the door, she was enveloped in smoke and mist, which blurred her vision.

A foul smell of cigarettes and alcohol filled her nose, almost choking her. She frowned subconsciously and spotted a group of people happily playing cards around the tea table.

A gentle-looking young man noticed Sharon Fang by the door and smiled slyly. "You're finally here!" he commented.

Everyone turned to look at her. They seemed to understand what was going to happen.

Sharon Fang felt like she was like a monkey in a zoo.

The young man raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Are you interested in her?" "Whew!"

Hearing this, the others hooted and whistled raucously.

Sharon Fang was terrified at this point. She felt like she had fallen into hell.

Her face turned deathly pale and her body tensed. The rowdy crowd in the room was humiliating her.

"Yeah! She looks great. As long as you don't think I will take advantage of you!"

"Don't worry about it. We are friends anyway. You can do whatever you want to her."

"Ha-ha!"

The evil laughter struck terror in Sharon Fang's heart.

Tears were welling up in her eyes.

She was so embarrassed that she wished she could disappear.

Turning around resolutely, she ran towards the door.

Just as her hand was about to touch the doorknob, someone behind her grabbed her and spun her around harshly.

Suddenly, a crisp sound echoed in the room, making all the commotion die down.

Sharon Fang turned her face to the side and a palm print was visible her fair face. She was in shock. The searing pain made her dizzy.

"How dare you try to run?" The cold and menacing voice made her shiver.

The young man held her chin roughly, almost making her cry. He forced her eyes to look into his, which gleamed wickedly like a demon's.

She struggled in his grasp and pleaded, "Let go of me! I regret it!"

The young man sneered at her naivete and stupidity.

"It's too late to regret now!"

Sharon Fang trembled and looked around in panic.

All eyes were on her, and they were full of mockery, indifference, or curiosity, but there was no sympathy in any of them.

She had landed herself in a grave situation.

Still determined to make her escape, she used all her strength and kicked the man's private part. A scream rang in her ears.

The man fell to the ground and curled up in pain.

Before the other people in the room could react, Sharon Fang quickly opened the door and dashed out. She heard the man's furious voice behind her, and a chill ran up her spine.

There was no one else in the corridor except waiters who were doing their jobs. Yet, none of them tried to come to her aid.

Her hair was in a mess, and the palm print on her face was clearer in the bright lights. She looked disheveled and scared.

A few passersby stared at her in astonishment and sympathy, which made her feel ashamed. She quickly lowered her head and ran away, desperate to get out of this place.

"There she is. Hurry up!" Came an urgent voice from not far away.

When she looked back, she saw that the group of people from the room were chasing her. Her face turned ashen with fright.

Her gold-and-silver high-heeled shoes clicked hard and fast on the smooth floor as she picked up her pace.

Her black hair danced manically in the wind.

She reached the elevators but neither of the two elevators stopped.

Sharon Fang raced to the stairs, ready to flee.

However, in her hurry, she missed a step and fell down. She toppled down the stairs and suddenly, everything went round and round in her head.

The world was spinning. She kept falling and pain pierced through her.

After a loud thud, her world became quiet.

When the dizziness passed, she tried to get up, but found that she was unable to move. Helplessness overwhelmed her bit by bit.

She was hurt and couldn't move, and the bad guys were after her. She was doomed!

"She is downstairs!" someone shouted excitedly.

There was no time for her to feel sorry for herself. Clenching her teeth, she struggled to get up. Somehow she managed to grab her shoes and ran to hide.

However, she was stunned to find that there was no place to hide. Frustrated, she held her throbbing head, feeling like she was about to collapse.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and her heart was beating faster and faster. She was breathing hard and panting. The fear in her eyes grew stronger.

If they caught her, they would kill her!

Just then Sharon Fang heard the sound of a door opening, and her eyes lit up. Without thinking, she rushed into the room and closed the door quickly.

Almost immediately, she heard a conversation outside the room.

"Where is she?"

"Did she run downstairs?"

"Hurry up! Otherwise, how are we going to find her?" Soon the footsteps faded away, presumably moving away from her.

Sharon let out a sigh of relief. She slumped against the door and collapsed on the cold ground. Her hands were trembling and her mouth was dry. She murmured, "Thank goodness! I'm safe at last."

Then she realized that she was sweating.

The dull ache on her face and body reminded her of what she had just been through.

She raised her head. The room was pitch dark.

However, the air was permeated with the faint fragrance of lavender mixed with a fresh woody scent.

It was definitely not her own fragrance. It seemed more masculine.

She stood up quickly and strained the wound on her foot. A cold sweat trickled down her face. She apologized, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to intrude. I'll leave right away!"

"Are you sure you want to go outside right now?" The voice was playful and bewitching. It was very beautiful, and, in this dark room, there was a mysterious allure to it.

It was most certainly a man's voice.

Sharon stopped and hesitated.

If she went out, there was no guarantee that those people would be gone by now.

She couldn't imagine what would happen to her if she got caught. Sharon shivered and stepped backward subconsciously.

She peered at the stranger in the darkness. "Sir, can you let me stay a little longer? I will leave as soon as they go away!" she requested.

The man smiled and said, "Okay! As long as you think you're safe here!"

Didn't she know that it was easy to get into trouble when a man and a woman were alone in the same room?

Sharon froze. Her face turned hot, and her heart was pounding wildly. She said in a low voice, "My intuition tells me that you are not that kind of a person!"

Although they just met each other, for some reason, she believed that he would not treat her badly! Maybe it was because he offered her a refuge for a while.

'Intuition? What a wonderful word!'

The man chuckled and murmured, "Interesting!"

Just then, a phone ring broke the silence of the night.

The man removed his phone from his pocket and walked to the window before answering the call.

"I can't leave right now!" The man's voice was lazy and casual, and he had his own style.

She was attracted to him and was blushing.

He was about to step out of the room, but was interrupted by her.

"Ten million?"

Hearing this number, Sharon's eyelids twitched. It was difficult for her not to think that way.

"I'll come back later!"

'Well, is he really saying what I think he is?' she thought.

"You can wait here. I have something to do!" His hoarse voice, accompanied by the unique smell of men's perfume stirred something within her.

She had never smelled such an intoxicating perfume before. It was driving her crazy.

Sharon reprimanded herself internally for feeling this way. She struggled to control her feelings.

The man sensed that something was wrong. "What's up?"

Crossing her fingers, she plucked up the courage and asked, "Do you want me?"

Even in the darkness, she could make out that his dark eyes were aglow with desire.

She could feel his warm breath on her face.

Suddenly, he wrapped his arm around her waist, drawing a surprised gasp from her. He whispered wickedly in her ear, "Are you interested?"

His question indirectly gave her the answer.

She lowered her head. Her face was burning. Her fingers dug into her palm. After a pause, she quickly added, "I, I don't need so much though. Just half is enough, okay?"

Tonight's events had overturned everything she had known before. It was really exciting but embarrassing at the same time. Fortunately, the darkness was the perfect cloak for her embarrassment.