บท 4: Future Decided
My future and everything was decided for me.
I couldn't stop crying. Qina stroked my hair as my head lay in her lap. She was 12 years old, younger than me, but today those younger of her meant the difference between freedom and a life in a loveless prison. I tried very hard not to resent her for it.
It wasn't her fault.
"You could try to talk to Father again, Sister. Maybe he'll change his mind," Qina said in a soft voice.
"He won't."
"Maybe Mother will be able to convince him."
As if Father would ever let a woman make a decision for him.
"Nothing anyone could say or do will make a difference," I said miserably.
As I hadn't seen Mother since she'd sent me into Father's office. She probably couldn't face me, knowing what she'd condemned me to.
"But Sis…"
I lifted my head and wiped the tears from my face. Qina stared at me with her pitiful bright eyes, the same bright as my own.
"He shook hands on it with Fu Shao, father."
"They met?" Qina asked.
That's what I'd wondered as well. Why had he found time to meet with the head of the Fu but not to tell me about his plans to sent me off to their former 2000 years enemy? I shook off the frustration and despair trying to claw their way out of my body.
"That's what Father told me."
"There has to be something we can do," Qina said.
"There isn't."
"But you haven't even met the man yet. Sis. You don't even know how he looks! He could be ugly, fat and old."
Ugly, fat and old. I wished that were the only features of Fu Shao I had to worry about.
"Let's google about him. There have to be photos of him on the internet."
Qina jumped up and took my laptop from my desk, then she sat down beside me, our sides pressed against each other.
We found several photos and articles about Fu Shao . He had the coldest brown eyes I'd ever seen. I could imagine only too well how those eyes looked down at his victims before he put a bullet in their heads.
"He's taller than everyone," Qina said in amazement.
He was in all the photos he was several inches taller than whoever stood beside him, and he was muscled man too. That probably explained why some people called him the Lion behind his back. That was the nickname the articles used and they called him the heir of businessman and casino owner the Fu, Businessman.
Maybe on the outside. Everybody knew what the Fu (Black Clans) really was, but of course nobody was stupid enough to write about it.
"He's with a new girl in every photo."
I stared down at the emotionless face of my future husband. The newspaper called him the most sought after bachelor in B country, heir to hundreds of trillion Clans.
A Heir to the black imperium of death and blood, that's what it should say, exactly.
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