"I didn’t like what you did, Cosette. It would be a huge embarrassment if people found out. But I never expected that your disobedience would actually pave the way for our company to prosper even more.”
My head snapped up at Dad’s words. His lips curled into a grin, his eyes glinting with something calculated, something sinister.
"I know you're acquainted with Zion Yohan Warren. He doesn’t just own hotels and casinos here in LA—he has properties everywhere, vast lands in other cities, and let’s not forget… he’s a distant relative of the Spanish royal family."
He leaned back in his chair, watching me like a predator sizing up his prey.
"I wanted to apologize for raising my hand to you that day, my lovely daughter. You know I only do these things because I care about you, right? I just don’t want you ending up with someone unworthy—someone who isn’t on our level. But since you were with Zion that day… I won’t scold you. In fact, I won’t oppose this relationship at all.”
His voice was gentle, his expression warm, but his intentions couldn’t have been colder.
I didn't know whether to feel relieved or even more devastated.
Dad never truly cared about me. Not really.
This wasn’t about my happiness, my future—this was about business.
If I had been with someone else that night, someone who wasn’t as rich, as powerful, as untouchable as Yohan… would I even be standing here right now? Or would I have been beaten, humiliated, and cast aside like an inconvenience?
I forced a small smile, swallowing the lump in my throat, afraid that if I said the wrong thing, my emotions would spill over.
“Before you and Zion get married, your sister will marry Harrison Whitmore first.”
My heart stopped.
My eyes widened as I stared at him in disbelief.
He was still pushing through with Geneva’s wedding.
“D-Dad, can’t you just… not marry Geneva off?” My voice wavered, but I forced myself to stay composed. To negotiate. “C-Can I do it instead? Yohan is wealthy. Our company will thrive even more if I marry him.”
I knew I had failed.
My reckless plan had only made things worse. But if I could redirect this—if I could sacrifice myself instead—maybe I could still fix it.
Yes, the Whitmores were powerful. But so was Yohan.
He was calculating, manipulative, ruthless. He played the game better than anyone, crushing his enemies with precision, using his devilish nature to stay on top.
Even though I despised him, I would rather endure a lifetime with him than watch my sister suffer.
Geneva had dreams, ones that didn’t involve being sold off in an arranged marriage. She deserved to live. To love. To be free.
But me?
I could take it. I could bear the weight for her.
“D-Dad, please.” My voice broke as I pleaded with him. “Let me take Geneva’s place. Spare her from this. Let her follow her dreams. Don’t take that away from her.”
Silence.
And then—
Dad laughed.
A sharp, mocking sound that sent chills down my spine.
I stared at him, stunned. What was so funny?
“Oh, Cosette,” he sighed between chuckles, shaking his head. “I know exactly what you’re doing.”
My stomach twisted.
“Whatever you do, you won’t be able to save Geneva.” His voice was final, unyielding. “I can’t let go of the Whitmores. They’re too valuable to our business. And Simon? He’s my friend.”
He smirked, amusement dancing in his eyes.
“If it were possible for you to marry both men, I wouldn’t mind having Harrison and Yohan as your husbands.”
I froze.
The air in the room felt suffocating.
Dad had never cared about who I married. He only cared about what that marriage could give him.
My eyes widened at his words. I couldn’t believe he’d say something like that—to his own child.
Did he really have no love for me? Not even a fraction?
What kind of decent parent talks about their daughter like she’s a business deal waiting to be sealed?
A sharp ache twisted in my chest, but I forced myself to swallow it down.
I couldn't sit there any longer. I stood abruptly, and the smug grin on my father’s face vanished, replaced by a sharp scowl.
"Where are you going? I’m still talking to you," he said, his tone cold and expectant.
A part of me hesitated, but I forced myself to meet his gaze, schooling my face into a neutral expression.
I gave him a faint smile, pretending to be unbothered.
"I have a dinner meeting, Dad," I said, glancing at my wristwatch as if I had just remembered. "I’m already running late."
He raised an eyebrow, scrutinizing me, but after a few seconds, he nodded and waved me off.
The moment I stepped out of his office, I exhaled deeply, pressing a hand to my chest.
I needed to get out of this house. Now.
As I hurried down the staircase, I nearly collided with Mom, who was carrying a cup of coffee—probably for Dad.
"Are you leaving, dear?" she asked, pausing on the steps. "I made you and Geneva’s favorite dish. Your sister is on her way home."
I managed a smile and stepped closer to kiss her cheek.
"Sorry, Mom," I said gently. "I have a dinner meeting, so I won’t be able to join you all tonight."
Before she could ask anything else, I rushed out the door, got into my car, and drove off.
I swore I’d never drink again.
But right now, I needed it.
I needed to forget—just for a little while.
As I drove, I headed straight for a bar I frequented, one where no one would question me. No one would try to stop me.
By the time I arrived, it was already eight in the evening—too early for a full-blown party, but I didn’t care.
I strode inside, went straight to a table, and ordered every drink I intended to consume. A lineup of liquor bottles soon sat in front of me, waiting to take the edge off.
Before downing the first shot, I let myself sit there and cry.
I gave myself an hour—an hour and a half at most—to let it out. To drown in self-pity. To feel the weight of my own uselessness.
And then?
Then I drank.
One glass after another, I drank until my thoughts blurred. Until my body felt numb.
Loud music pulsed through the bar, signaling the start of the night’s festivities. I poured myself another drink, but my hands were unsteady, and I nearly spilled it. My limbs felt heavy, sluggish.
Still, I drank it down.
Then, with unsteady steps, I pushed myself up from my chair and made my way to the dance floor.
I didn’t care about anything anymore.
I just wanted to have fun.
But before I could reach the crowd, I bumped into someone.
The sudden impact sent me off balance, and the room spun. I would have crashed onto the floor if not for the stranger’s strong grip around my waist, steadying me.
I let out a breathy giggle.
Was this fate?
Was he the man who would take me away from here? If so, I was more than ready. I didn’t care if we had just met—I instantly fell in love.
I placed a hand on his shoulder, looked up at him, and smiled.
"Hi," I said playfully.
But instead of a charming smile or even mild amusement, his forehead creased in irritation.
Then, in a sharp, exasperated voice, he snapped—
"Are you stalking me, weirdo?!"
I blinked. What the hell?!
How dare he look at me like that when I was giving him my best drunk-girl smile?!
I stumbled forward and pressed myself against his chest, feeling his entire body go rigid. He was about to push me away when I tightened my grip, refusing to let go.
"Take me away, Prince Charming. I’ll go with you! Marry me!" I clung to him, my voice thick with tears.
His reaction was instant.
"What the heck, Cosette Allen?! Are you drunk?! Get away from me!" he shouted, his tone sharp with irritation.
As if he didn’t want me near him.
My heart sank.
Doesn’t Prince Charming like me? Doesn’t he feel even a little sorry for me?
I need him.
I shook my head and looked up at him, my expression crumpling into pure desperation. Maybe if he saw my sad face, he’d take pity on me.
"Please, Prince Charming! I don’t want to marry Yohan! I want to marry you!" I cried, squeezing my eyes shut and leaning onto his shoulder.
He went silent.
The longer he stayed that way, the more my mind spun.
Finally, I peeked up at him.
He was staring at me. Intense. Serious.
And damn. So ridiculously handsome.
My gaze dropped to his lips. They looked soft—too tempting.
Can I touch them? Kiss them?
Without thinking, I lifted my hand and brushed my fingers across his lips.
He froze.
His eyes widened in shock before he quickly grabbed my wrist, yanking my hand away.
"What the hell are you doing?!" he snapped.
I pouted. "Can I kiss your lips?" I whispered, my eyes still fixed on them.
He blinked. Stared at me, as if he couldn't believe what he just heard.
But he didn’t pull away.
Taking that as a yes, I wrapped my arms around his neck, standing on my tiptoes—because damn it, he’s too tall—and pressed my lips to his.
Damn. He tastes so good.
Soft. Warm.
A flicker of déjà vu rushed through me, but I shook it off.
No.
Prince Charming is different from that man. They’re worlds apart.
But before I could think too much about it, his hands suddenly grabbed my waist, pulling me flush against him.
And then—
He kissed me back.
Deep. Intense. Overwhelming.
A dizzying heat spread through my body, and I surrendered to it, my eyes fluttering shut as I let myself drown in the kiss.
"Weirdo, stop moaning! Wake up! You’re having wet dreams!"A loud voice jolted me awake. My eyes snapped open, and I immediately regretted it as a pounding headache crashed over me.Where am I?I glanced around, taking in the unfamiliar room—except, was it really unfamiliar? Something about this place felt… familiar. Like I had been here before.I winced and pressed my fingers to my temples, trying to ease the throbbing pain in my head.What the hell happened last night?Did I hit my head?Panicked, I quickly checked myself. My clothes were intact, and nothing felt sore except my head, which was proof enough that I hadn't been—"Weirdo!""What’s wrong with you?!" I snapped, turning toward the annoying voice.And then—I nearly fell off the bed.Yohan stood not far away, wearing nothing but a towel slung dangerously low around his waist.My mouth went dry.What the hell is he doing here?!More importantly—why does he have abs like that?! And… is that a tattoo on his side?Damn. This je
I sat in the back of the cab, staring blankly out the window, lost in thought.No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t shake off what I’d done to Yohan last night.Did I really do that to him?It felt… impossible. I don’t even know about those things. I wouldn’t do something like that.And yet… I did.I groaned, burying my face in my hands before tugging at my hair in frustration.Oh my God, Cosette Blanche Allen!I don’t even have a boyfriend, and yet I was out there throwing myself at a guy I barely knew?!Argh! I hate you, Cosette Blanche!I felt like screaming into a pillow. It was humiliating. Completely mortifying!"Ma’am? Are you okay back there? Would you like me to take you to the hospital?"The taxi driver’s voice jolted me from my internal meltdown.I froze, realizing just how crazy I must’ve looked—crying one second, then laughing at my own stupidity, then crying again, then staring into space like some tragic movie heroine.He probably thought I’d lost it.I forced an awkw
The past few days had been overwhelming.With our new project underway, I had been swamped with work, closely monitoring every detail to ensure nothing went wrong. The budget was substantial—too much at stake for even the smallest mistake. If this project failed, the loss would be devastating for the company. And worse, Dad would be furious.Despite my workload, my mind kept drifting back to Geneva.Her wedding to Harrison Pierre Whitmore was just a week away, and she had no escape. Dad was rushing everything, making moves I couldn't predict, and it left me on edge.Since Yohan’s visit to our house to speak with Dad, I hadn’t seen him again. Strangely, Dad had also stopped pressuring me about our supposed wedding.Was it really not happening?Had Yohan managed to put a stop to Dad’s plans?I wanted to believe it. He was more powerful and wealthier than my father—if anyone could handle this, it was him.And I prayed he had.I couldn’t marry a man I didn’t love.No matter how dire the s
"I'm so thrilled that my favorite daughter is marrying your nephew, Lenore," Dad said with a pleased smile, turning toward Zion’s aunt, Lenore Warren.We were gathered around the dining table, the air thick with unspoken words. I sat beside my sister, Geneva, who had been eerily quiet, her expression laced with confusion. I could tell she was unsettled by Yohan’s sudden presence. She didn’t know him—of course, she didn’t. Geneva never involved herself in business matters.Mom, on the other hand, remained silent beside Dad, making no effort to engage with Madame Lenore. Her usual warmth was absent, replaced by a distant, unreadable expression.And me?I had no idea how I was supposed to react.Even now, I couldn’t wrap my head around it—Yohan had changed his mind.Why?What had suddenly made him agree to marry me?"I'm also excited for the Warren and Allen families to finally become one! Isn’t it amazing, my dear?" Madame Lenore’s voice was filled with delight as she turned to Yohan wi
F*CK HIM!I hate him to the core.Does he really think I’ll break from his threats? That I’ll crumble beneath his words?W-Well… maybe a little.But I won’t let him see it.If there’s truly no escape from Yohan, then fine—I’ll accept my fate. But I refuse to be pathetic. I am Cosette Blanche Allen, President of Allen Company. A strong woman. No matter what he's planning, he won’t destroy me that easily.But right now?Right now, I just want to be alone.I don’t want to leave this room. I don’t want to see anyone. I don’t want them to witness me like this—weak, crying, breaking apart.Because the moment they see my vulnerability, they’ll use it against me.I sit on my bed, leaning against the headboard, my eyes shut.I’ve cried for so long, I think I’ve run out of tears.The silence is heavy, almost comforting—until a knock on my door shatters it.I don’t move.I don’t answer.I meant it when I said I wanted to be alone. I’m drained, empty, and exhausted. Whoever it is, they can wait.
Standing in front of the large mirror, dressed in a simple wedding gown with a small veil atop my head, all I can think is: I'm really getting married. But I am not happy.This is the worst day of my life.I am marrying a man I don't like—someone I've despised my whole life. I want to run away, but I know that if I do, my family will be furious. And Yohan... he will find me and make me pay for the rest of my life."Setta?"I blink, pulled from my thoughts as Geneva steps into the room. Yohan and I are getting married at home, with only our families in attendance—no one else. That’s fine with me because, honestly, I don’t care about this wedding. I haven’t even told Franklyn, yet. When he finds out, I know he’ll be shocked and upset. But I believe he will understand why I didn’t invite him—because I don’t want this wedding at all.Maybe I’ll make it up to him when he gets married. I’ll be there, no matter what."Setta, are you okay with this?"Geneva’s serious gaze meets mine. She know
After our wedding reception, we headed straight to the airport for our flight to Hawaii. I couldn't believe Yohan’s earlier statement to Simon was true—we were actually going on a honeymoon. I hadn't even known we had one planned!Would something happen between us?I assumed we would be taking a regular commercial flight, but I was caught off guard when an airport staff member approached us. Silently, I followed Yohan. As we exited the terminal, a private jet awaited us. My suspicions were confirmed—we would be flying to Hawaii in this. It wasn’t surprising, considering Yohan’s wealth. He might even own the jet. But I didn’t want to ask, and more than that, I didn’t want to talk to him.As we stepped inside, I immediately took in the luxurious interior. A long couch stretched along one side, with a gold-accented table in the middle. On it sat a bottle of wine and two glasses. Wow. Everything in here screamed wealth, and I suddenly felt out of place.Yohan took a seat and arched an eye
I woke up to a loud noise, as if there were cheers and some sort of competition happening. What’s going on?Rubbing my eyes, I glanced to my side, but Yohan was nowhere to be seen. There wasn’t even a trace of him. Hasn’t he come back yet?After swimming in the pool last night to clear my mind, I had gone straight to bed in the villa. I didn’t bother thinking about Yohan anymore, assuming he would take a while outside. But maybe he never came back at all. Where could he have spent the night?Shrugging off the thought, I headed to the shower to freshen up. I wanted to step out of the villa and see what all the commotion was about. Could it be a concert?I hurried through my routine, and since it was a beach resort and I was on vacation, I opted for a two-piece swimsuit. To complete my look, I put on a white crochet cover-up, let my hair down, wore a beach hat and sunglasses, and applied sunscreen before heading out.The moment I stepped outside, I noticed a large crowd gathered near th
Cosette’s POV"Did you get home safely to your apartment, Cosette?" I blinked when I heard Herbert speak. We were having lunch together.Yohan still sent food for me, and that's what I'm eating now with Herbert inside my office. I couldn't help but remember what happened last night in the traffic while we waited for the cars to move. I found myself blushing slightly."Cosette?""H-Huh?" I quickly looked up at Herbert when he spoke again. I realized I hadn't answered his question."You haven't answered my question yet. Did you get home okay last night?" he asked.I nodded and forced a smile at
Cosette’s POVI was inside Yohan's Ashton Martin, and he started the car. He seemed focused on driving now. No one was speaking, and it was quiet around us. I wanted to play some music now inside his car, but I felt hesitant to ask him, especially since Yohan seemed annoyed right now, with his furrowed brow and lack of speech or even a smile.I leaned back in my seat, feeling grumpy and crossed my arms. I still couldn't believe he scared my friend Herbert. I hadn't even had the chance to apologize to Herbert when Yohan suddenly pulled me into his car and drove off, leaving Herbert alone at the entrance of the building where I work."Is he your suitor?" Yohan suddenly spoke, making me blink and look at him. His expression was still serious.
Cosette’s POV"Mommy, is it really true that Mr. CEO is now wanting you to be his girlfriend?"I paused from what I was doing when Johiel suddenly asked me. It's the first time he's asked me about Yohan. He hasn't asked again since Yohan declared in front of my friends and my son that he’s dating me. I haven't told Johiel again because I don't know how to explain it to him. This is the first time Johiel has witnessed someone trying to court me. In the past, whenever someone tried to flirt with me, I immediately rejected them because I didn't want Johiel to know."Huh? Uh, y-yes," I hesitantly replied to my son's question.He nodded seriously while looking at me. He may not look much like Yohan, but I can still see in his face that he takes after his father, especially in his intimidating demeanor, especially when his expression is serious and he's staring at you."Will he become my daddy if you say yes to Mr. CEO?"I blinked my eyes when Johiel asked that. I took a deep breath before
Cosette’s POVI've been feeling uncomfortable in my seat for a while now and I can't leave because Franklyn doesn't want me to. Yohan has already gone home because he also needed to leave for a meeting today. When Yohan left, Franklyn quickly pulled me and made me sit on the couch, with both him and Iris sitting in front of me, looking serious. Johiel, on the other hand, went to play in the guest room for a while, and I didn't let Johiel into our room because I haven't cleaned it yet. It still smells like…us, and I don't want Johiel to find out. Goodness!"Wow. So that's why you're so eager to leave our place because you're hiding a secret, Cosette Blanche Allen, formerly Warren!" Franklyn said, widening his eyes at me.I was taken aback and didn't know what to say. I glanced at Iris, who was already holding her forehead while looking at me. Goodness, I think I stressed out the pregnant woman."Have you and Zion gotten back together, Cosette?" Iris asked me seriously.I quickly shook
Cosette’s POVI am in a daze as I stare at the wall while still lying in bed. I don't know how long I've been staring; I woke up early and couldn't go back to sleep because so many thoughts were racing through my mind. Yohan's arm is still wrapped around my waist, and his naked body is pressed against my neck, and I can feel him sleeping peacefully.I can't believe I gave in to Yohan so quickly. Oh my God! I didn't even drink alcohol last night; I just had a movie marathon, so why do I feel suddenly intoxicated? Shit. I think I'm going crazy.I glanced at Yohan and saw him sleeping soundly, with his mouth slightly ajar. His breathing is gentle, and he doesn't snore when he sleeps; he's like an angel. I stared at Yohan's face for a few minutes before deciding to get up from bed. I grabbed a fresh set of clothes to wear since my clothes and Yohan's are still in the living room. After dressing, I tied up my messy hair.As I walk now, I feel a burning sensation and pain in my middle. Yoha
Cosette’s POV"Yohan, what are you doing! You're drunk!" I said to Yohan and pushed him away, but he just clung to me tighter.He looked up at me again and raised an eyebrow. He caressed my cheek and grinned."I'm not drunk, Cosette, just a little buzzed. I know what I'm doing right now, and I'm claiming what is mine.""W-What—"Yohan kissed me again on the lips, this time with a hint of urgency. He deepened the kiss, and I found myself holding onto his hair and kissing him back. I slightly parted my lips, and he immediately slipped his tongue inside, teasing mine. I gasped as I felt Yohan's hand travel to my waist and slip inside my shirt.
Cosette’s POV"Is my car still not fixed, Herbert? It's still relatively new, I just bought it. It's strange that it's breaking down so soon, especially since it's not a second-hand car," I said to him.He volunteered to have my car fixed, and it's been about four days now, but my car still isn't fixed. I feel sorry for my son, who always has to take a bus to school, and sometimes I have to book a cab for them so that his nanny doesn't have a hard time. If it still isn't fixed soon, I might just buy a new car and choose the newest and brand-new one."Do you really need a car, Cosette? I can buy you one," Herbert said."Oh my god. Stop it, Herbert! I can't let you do that again, especially with expensive things
Cosette’s POV"Herbert, you don't need to do this always, okay?" I said to him as I got out of his car. He escorted me home because my car broke down, and it's difficult to find transportation.I'm embarrassed with Herbert because ever since he found out that my car broke down, he's been picking me up and dropping me off all the time, and it's embarrassing because he's the son of my boss. He's the one who helped me find where to fix my car, and until now it hasn't been returned. Since I found out that he's the son of Mr. Ronan Calloway, I've been formal with him, and he doesn't like it."Cosette, you're the only one I know in the company, and we're friends, right?" Herbert said with a smile.I smiled slightly
Cosette’s POV"Mommy, you didn't tell me that you and Mr. CEO are close friends," Johiel said with a frown.I'm currently feeding my son breakfast. After my conversation with Yohan last night, I also sent him away from our apartment because Johiel and his nanny needed to return. Yohan didn't want to leave yet, insisting that I tell him that Johiel is his son, but no matter what he does, he can't make me admit it."He's just an old friend, Pretty boy," I told him with a smile.Johiel frowned even more as he continued to look at me. "Your old friend, but you didn't tell me!"I paused in feeding him and narrowed my eyes at Johiel. "Why do you seem upset