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Cheryl Love? Psshh. Why did he call her that?I sighed, sitting up in bed. The light from my bedside lamp flickered on, and I reached for my sketchpad and pencil. My fingers began tracing lines, this time sketching something different but still unmistakably him. The memory replayed in my head—Mr. Han lightly tapping my chin after reminding the interns not to cause trouble. My cheeks warmed at the thought.He’s the only man who’s ever shown me genuine kindness. It’s okay to feel… different around him, I repeated, echoing my therapist’s words.Still, I instinctively shoved the sketchpad under my duvet when a knock sounded at the door.“Coming,” I called, getting out of bed.When I opened the door, there he was.“Mr. Han,” I said softly, stepping aside to let him in.“Hey,” he said, his voice warm but gentle. “You didn’t come down for dinner. I wanted to make sure you’re okay.”“I’m fine. Just… not hungry,” I replied, returning to my bed and curling up under the covers.“Well, in case y
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Miles “I told you she’s a genius—it’s insane. She beats me at chess every single time,” Gavin said as we walked out of the gym.“She didn’t come out to swim with the others. Think she’s overwhelmed?” I asked.“Cheryl’s introverted. She’s probably either napping or drawing,” he replied.“She draws?” I asked, surprised.Gavin stopped walking, gave me a look, then laughed. “Is she really your wife?”“Fuck off,” I said, brushing past him and heading to my room.When I opened the door, Chris was lounging on my couch, scrolling through his phone.“Chris, find Cheryl for me,” I said, already unzipping my gym bag to grab a towel.“Sure thing, sir,” he replied, standing and leaving the room without question.I showered quickly, changing into sweatpants as I dried my hair with a towel. I had just thrown the towel aside when Cheryl walked in, Chris following close behind. He gave a slight nod and excused himself, leaving us alone.Cheryl took one look at me, then immediately turned around, her
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Cheryl “Where does it hurt, baby?” His deep baritone had replayed in my head more than I cared to admit, drowning out the reality of my broken wrist now confined to a cast. How was I supposed to deliver the launch speech like this? This is why you don’t drink overnight with your ‘older’ husband. Though I doubt he even thinks of me as his wife. He once admitted that my age made the idea of our arranged marriage repulsive. At first, I didn’t care—it was mutual indifference. But now? I don’t know why it bothers me so much that he doesn’t see me as his wife. “You look like a mess,” Mr. Han said, leaning against the wall, clearly drunk. His sharp eyes softened, his tone lighter than usual. “You’re hungover, swollen-eyed, and you need to sleep. Doctor says your wrist will heal; the break’s not that bad.” I tried to glare at him but failed. “I don’t think I can walk,” I said, the words slipping out before I could stop them. Did I just want him to carry me? To call me baby again? Maybe
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Cheryl Dia: I see you are living fine. Good for you. That was the message I received from my stepsister. No explicit threat in her words, but then again, any text from her should be considered a threat. The fact that I’m heading back to the dorms tomorrow feels like a setup—a perfect opportunity for her to unleash her malice on me. Am I a fool for willingly walking into her line of fire? Can I catch a break for just one week? To make matters worse, Mr. Han isn’t speaking to me. Don’t ask why because I honestly have no clue. At first, I thought he’d miss me when I wasn’t around the house or at work. After all, he kept asking if I was sure about staying in the dorms. Now, here I am, standing outside his room, debating whether to go in and tell him about my stepsister's text. He promised to protect me, didn’t he? “Mr. Han,” I called, stepping inside his room cautiously. “Cheryl, I’m busy. Can you come back later?” he said, his back turned to me as he worked at his desk. How does
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Cheryl I jolted awake, slamming my hand down on the alarm clock. For a moment, I stared at the ceiling, disoriented, trying to remember where I was. Slowly, it came back to me: the dorm room, the new semester, and the restless night I barely survived.I sighed and lay back down for a second before forcing myself to sit up. I rubbed my eyes and yawned, exhaustion still clinging to me. It didn’t matter—I couldn’t afford to miss another day. I’d already lost an entire week of resumption.Grabbing my phone, I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye. My roommate was up—and working out. Inside the room.She glanced at me, catching my stare, and waved casually.“Hi,” I managed, waving back. “My name’s Cheryl.”“Navy,” she replied without much interest, already returning to her workout.I stared at her in disbelief. How was she so energetic when she didn’t even sleep last night? Shaking my head, I headed to the bathroom to get ready.---After a quick shower, I dressed in a hurry—not ju
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Miles “Mr. Han,” Moses called again. If someone says my name one more time, I swear I’ll lose it. I raised a hand, cutting him off before he could continue. “No one speak to me—at least not today.” My tone was sharper than I intended as I stepped out of the elevator and into my office. I shrugged off my coat, tossing it onto the chair, and sank into my desk chair. Across from me, Chris was standing with his arms crossed, twisting his lips as if debating whether to speak. I shot him a look, silently warning him to think twice. Whatever he had to say could wait. I turned my attention to the sketches on my desk, trying to focus on designing the hardware for the next Tonyhan mobile phone. But it was futile. My thoughts kept drifting, veering toward places they shouldn’t. I thought avoiding Cheryl would help. I convinced myself that once she left for school, things would return to normal. That the dirty, intrusive thoughts I had whenever I looked at her would fade. But I was wrong. I
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Cheryl I stepped out of my car, the crisp night air biting at my sweat-soaked skin after an intense workout. My favorite playlist had been blasting through the car speakers, but now the silence felt stark as I turned them off and locked the car.The walk from the parking lot to the dorms felt unnecessarily long tonight. Why were the dorms so massive, and why was the parking lot always what felt like miles away?Oddly enough, the dorms were unusually quiet for 10 p.m. Normally, there’d be music, laughter, or the faint hum of conversations. Maybe everyone was at a party. As I approached the entrance to my building, a rustling noise behind the nearby bushes stopped me in my tracks.I glanced back, squinting into the shadows. Probably just the wind, I told myself. I turned toward the doorway, but then—“Cheryl Mills.”I froze. That voice—sharp, familiar, and dripping with venom. Brae.I turned slowly to find her standing just beyond the bushes, flanked by her friend—my roommate’s twin si
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Cheryl My phone buzzed relentlessly under my pillow, worsening the dull throb in my head. Ever since I woke up in the school clinic with a concussion, headaches had become my unwelcome companion. So much for standing up to my bullies. If I’d run, I’d still have a perfect medical record—and no pounding headache to ruin my life.Reluctantly, I pushed myself up from the soft pillows, wincing at the effort, and fumbled for my phone. The screen lit up with a familiar name. Mr. Han.It was 10 p.m. What could he possibly want at this hour?“Mr. Han,” I groaned, pressing the phone to my ear.“Come outside,” he said simply.My brows furrowed. “Come outside where?”“Your dorm.”I snorted. “That’s where I nearly got my brain bashed in last time. Hard pass.”“Cheryl, come outside. Don’t play with me,” he said, his tone flat but commanding.I sighed, tossing the phone onto the bed before grabbing my jacket and smoothing down my hair. I stepped outside into the crisp night air, my breath puffing o
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Cheryl "Are you going to be at my graduation?" I asked Miles as I climbed off him.He needed to get back to work."We're leaving that day, but I'll be there," he assured me, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead before turning around."8 PM. You have to be home by then," I reminded him."Okay, Mrs. Han," he replied without looking back, then walked away.I turned to the sales attendant. "I'll take all of them," I said, reaching into my purse for Miles' card.After grabbing a few more things, Anna and I finally left."Where are we going?" Anna asked as Chris drove us."To get a tattoo," I said casually.Anna gasped, her eyes going wide. "You're finally getting a tattoo?" she exclaimed."Yeah. Miles got my name tattooed on his arm, so I'm going to get his name tattooed somewhere... more interesting," I teased."Aww, I love that! Where? On your ass?" she smirked.I scrunched up my nose. "No, girl. On my side, right above my ribs, close to my breast.""Ooooh, spicy," she grinned. "I should
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Cheryl I hate that Kingsley wears a shirt with the word "SECURITY" plastered across it, like I’m some foreign princess in need of protection. We’re in the middle of a mall, for God’s sake. Nothing screams, Look at me! louder than an obvious bodyguard. But, of course, Mr. Han doesn’t listen to me.And then there’s Chris, walking ahead of me like his job depends on preventing me from even tripping.I turned to Anna, who was rambling about Professor King again.“Remind me how you got him to fuck you?” I asked, still genuinely baffled that their relationship was not only intact but thriving—even while living in different states.Even more shocking? Anna was staying loyal to him.I needed to know her secret. Maybe I could use it to finally get Mr. Han to fuck me too.Anna smirked. “I started visiting his office a lot—to seduce him, spend time with him, make sure he actually noticed me. He was cold at first, really dismissive. But remember that equation we struggled with? The one we agreed
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Miles Cheryl is such a baby. She’s been sitting under that damn tree by the lake for hours just because she’s mad at me. And now? It’s raining.Pouring.She was completely soaked, her hair clinging to her face, her clothes sticking to her skin. And still, she wouldn’t come inside.I walked over and pressed a kiss to her cheek from behind.She pulled away instantly.The book she was holding was drenched—just like the rest of her. Even her shoes, abandoned beside her, were soaked through.I sighed. “Baby, don’t tell me you’ve been sitting here for hours, waiting for me to come and apologize.”I walked around the bench and sat beside her, reaching out to touch her hair.She slapped my hand away.I exhaled slowly. “I’m sorry you saw whatever you did on the Internet, but it’s not what it looks like. Jenny doesn’t even live here—she’s in London. She only came because we’re friends, and she needed my opinion on something important. That’s all. Just a discussion over lunch.”Cheryl rolled he
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Cheryl We were supposed to be celebrating after writing the final paper of our final year in college, but guess what? Anna and I were heading home instead—because we had no friends or social skills that didn’t involve fucking older, rich men.Well, I haven’t technically fucked mine, so.“Did you know that sucking on a person’s tongue while kissing them drives them insane?” Anna said suddenly.I groaned, pressing my head against the car window. “I just literally graduated from college. I don’t want to learn anything anymore.”“Well, it does. I should try it sometime,” she mused, scrolling through her iPad.I frowned. “How the fuck do you even suck a person’s tongue while kissing them?”“You wouldn’t know,” she said, smirking. “All you and Mr. Han do is hug. And unfortunately, you have no past experience either.”I rolled my eyes and scoffed, smacking her thigh.“Oh, you don’t want to know the things we’ve done,” I teased.“What? Slept on the same bed? Because apparently, he’s being ta
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CherylI mouthed a quick thank you to the kind gentleman who opened the car door for me.“You’re welcome, ma’am,” he responded.Ma’am?Weird. Do I look that old already?Shaking off the thought, I walked into Tonyhan, memories of my first day here flooding back. I had walked in as a helpless girl—one being tossed into a marriage she didn’t want, one who couldn’t even afford to pay for her internship uniform.Now?Now, I walk around with a giant stone on my finger, married to a billionaire who also happens to be the CEO—one who, of course, adores me.“Hannah,” I waved at the receptionist like I always did.“Good afternoon, Mrs. Han. I hope you’re having a great day?” she said, her tone formal.I froze for a second.Mrs. Han?When did she start calling me that?Weird. Again.I brushed it off and made my way through the lounge to the elevator, my nerves creeping in. I knew Mr. Han didn’t care, but there had been rumors. Everyone knew I was his wife now, and the gossip had started.Slande
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Miles I woke up with a pounding headache. My body ached, but nothing compared to the weight in my chest.I felt terrible.For hurting her.For losing control.For failing to protect the one thing I swore to cherish.Why did I do that?Why did I get so angry?I should have been careful. I should have been gentle.Oh God.This is really bad.She’ll never forgive me. I don’t deserve to be forgiven.I reached into my drawer, pulling out the papers I had prepared, then made my way downstairs.When my eyes landed on Cheryl, my breath hitched.She looked… the same. Beautiful. Soft. Too soft for someone I had hurt.She smiled as soon as she saw me.“Oppa, you’re here. I was going to bring breakfast up to you. Do you feel better?”How can she still be nice to me after what I did?I ran a hand through my hair and held out the papers. She took them without hesitation.“I understand if you hate me now,” I said quietly. “If you don’t want anything to do with me, I get it. You’ll get alimony, anyt
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Cheryl Miles finally made it through the window, landing with a soft thud before sighing heavily."Cheryl, it wasn't me. I swear. I didn’t do it—it must have been my dad," he said, his hands resting on his waist, frustration evident in his expression.My phone dinged.Anna.I opened the message and saw more photos. One of me walking out of the restaurant, captioned: Girl, you look so hot.Another one showed Miles smashing a camera.I giggled. That was kind of hot.Miles exhaled deeply. "Please, let’s go home," he said, sounding tired.I liked seeing him like this—frustrated, exasperated, desperate for me.Pressing my lips together, I slid onto the couch and turned off the lights. "No.""Fine," he muttered, shaking his head. "But I’m not leaving you again."He sat on the floor next to the couch, resting his head against my belly.I didn’t push him away. Didn’t throw a tantrum. Just let him stay there.Eventually, his breathing slowed, his body relaxing. He fell asleep like that, his f
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Cheryl “Hi, Chris,” I said, slipping into the backseat. He had come to pick me up for my dinner with Mr. Han.“Cheryl,” he acknowledged curtly and started driving.I shook my head.Weird man.“Did you miss me?” I teased, watching for a reaction.“Absolutely not. I finally had some peace and quiet, thanks to you,” he deadpanned.I kicked his seat.Asshole.“Mr. Han is not going to be pleased with your outfit, ma’am,” he added, glancing at me through the rearview mirror.I smirked.Exactly what I wanted.The dress was a long black lace number, soft and delicate, with rich velvet covering my breasts. But the rest? Completely sheer. Anyone looking could make out the shape of my panties, the curve of my hips—every teasing hint of what lay beneath.When we arrived at the restaurant, I stepped out of the Tonyhan electric SUV, appreciating its sleek design. It was even better than the sports car version. As I walked inside, I noticed that the restaurant wasn’t crowded. The few patrons presen
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Miles I found myself walking back into the library again.I didn’t want to be far from her anymore.Returning to her cubicle, I pulled her away from what she was doing and kissed her hard again.These past few days had been hell without her.It broke my heart knowing my princess had run away from me.She promised she would never break my heart, yet she left me in the dark.She should have come to me. She should have spoken to me.I love her—every part of her. I can’t live without her.Panting heavily, I took her lips again, our tongues tangling, completely aware that anyone could be watching us right now. But I didn’t care.I pulled away, not wanting to scare her, not wanting to hold her too tightly.I’m learning to be soft on her.I’m learning to be soft for her.“Please tell me whenever I’m too much, okay?” I murmured.She held my face, her fingers warm and delicate.“You are never too much,” she whispered, running her tongue across those pretty lips of hers.God.I played with her
