Kristin heaved a sigh after coming out of a building. She had just arrived in Las Vegas, looking for a cheap house to rent, but she couldn’t find one that met her budget.
"Why are houses in Vegas so expensive? I need to start working as soon as possible to take care of my parents in Glenwood, they can’t continue farming," she whined. "Should I find a rich tycoon and marry him?" she chuckled at her own words. Her stomach rumbled, and she knew it was time to eat, she hadn’t eaten since she landed in Las Vegas. Kristin looked for the perfect spot to sit, and when she found one, she smiled and rushed to sit down. She opened her luggage and took out the homemade rice cakes her mom prepared for her before she embarked on her journey to Vegas. "Mmmm, mom’s cooking is always the best,” Kristin uttered, dancing with her head. She wasn’t the type of person to get shy, which is why she was comfortably eating on the roadside despite how the people passing by were looking at her. "Why are they all staring at me? Haven’t they seen someone eating before?" she muttered to herself, enjoying her delicious rice cakes. "Do you want some rice cakes?" she asked when a lady wouldn’t stop looking at her. She even strike a pose when another lady attempted to take a picture of her to post online. "I doubt she is from Vegas" "She is definitely not from Vegas. No one in Las Vegas eats outside." Kristin kept beaming smiles at them even as they gossiped about her. She continued until she was the only one left on the roadside, still enjoying her meal. "It’s no big deal in Glenwood when you eat by the roadside, so why is it such a big deal here?" When she was done eating to her satisfaction, she began zipping up her luggage, and in the process, someone stole her bag containing all the money she had. "You thief! Come back here!!!" Kristin screamed, going after the thief, leaving her luggage behind. "You’re so dead if I get my hands on you!" she spats as she chase after him. The thief was a good runner, but despite his talent, Kristin didn’t stop chasing after him. Her whole life savings were inside the bag the thief had stolen from her. Meanwhile, Richard stepped out of the building after instructing his men to keep beating the man until he talked. He was about to enter his black Rolls-Royce when a notification on his phone stopped him from opening the car door. He slid up the screen, his gray eyes scanning the message with disinterest. Kristin, still chasing the thief, spotted him wearing the same black hoodie the thief was wearing, with his back on her. Thinking he was the thief who had stolen from her, her anger flared as she ran toward him. "You good-for-nothing thief!" she spat, her voice seething with rage. Without a second thought, she leaped into the air and landed a thunderous slap on the back of Richard's head. Richard’s head snapped forward, and he stumbled slightly from the force of the blow. Shock coursed through him as he turned around to look at the person who had the audacity to slap his head. Kristin’s eyes sparkled with anger as she glared at Richard, but she could sense the cold aura around him. "What was the meaning of that?" he asked, his gaze unwavering. "Give me back my bag," Kristin demanded, stretching out her hand, ignoring his question. "What stupid bag are you talking about?" "You stole from me, and now you're going to pretend like you didn’t?" Richard’s eyes darkened, and Kristin could feel a shiver of fear at his cold demeanor. "I stole from you? Have you lost it?" he raged, causing Kristin to flinch, but she held her composure. "The man who stole from me had the same outfit as you." "And you assume it was me?" He knitted his eyebrows. "You can’t blame me. Vegas is a city filled with fake people. They tend to dress expensively just to fit in, and at the end of the day, they steal from others." she said. Richard stepped closer, looming over Kristin with his height. "Are you new to Vegas not to sense who I am? You think I would fake my life just to steal mere change from you? I could order your corpse if I want to," he snarled in a low, menacing tone, frightening Kristin. Kristin stared at him from head to toe. Her eyes met with the expensive diamond watch he was wearing. Someone wearing a diamond watch and portraying a cold demeour couldn't have stolen her bag. Realising her mistake, she fake a laugh. "Oh, my bad! You must be the king of Vegas. I’m sorry if I mistook you for a thief. I’ll go my way, and you should do the same," Kristin said, beaming at him. She turned to run away, but Richard grabbed her by the hood of her yellow hoodie. "Where do you think you're going?" he demanded. "Home," she replied softly, her heart pounding. It was her first time in Las Vegas, and she was already getting into trouble. "Do you think I’d let you go after what you did to me? You still need to pay the price for using those filthy hands on me," his voice hovered, and Kristin shivered at his words.Kristin kept clenching her fingers frighteningly under the table as Richard’s cold eyes pierced her like he’d rain bullets into her chest. She kept wondering if he was even human until Luke’s voice woke her up from her bed of thoughts. "What’s your name?" Luke asked, speaking in a more calmer demeanor than Richard. "Kristin Santiago," she replied, as she tried her best not to look at Richard, whose gaze refused to leave hers. "How long have you been in Las Vegas?" "This is my first time in Vegas. I have lived all my life in Glenwood, and I just came to Las Vegas because I want to make money. Please let me go, I didn’t know Mr. Grouchy was not the one who stole my bag." "Grouchy?" Richard asked with a furrowed eyebrows, and Kristin dabbed her head against the marble floor to avoid looking into his gray eyes. "It’s a miracle you’re still alive," Luke muttered. "I kept her alive because I wanted to confirm something from her. It’s not a coincidence that you mistook me for a thief
“Why would I need her?” he asked again. “The rumors about you won’t go down until you find a way to prove that they aren’t true. The owner of the broadcasting company where the rumor was first uploaded doesn’t know who the anonymous person is. Not only your reputation but also your hotel and the company you have worked so hard for will go down the drain if you don’t do something about it.” “Then what am I supposed to do? I might not have been in a dating rumor before, but I definitely know I am not gay! I feel like wiping everyone out!” Richard yelled, boiling with anger. Richard didn't just have a cold personality; he is also hot-tempered. He gets angry easily and finds it hard to control himself anytime he is upset. “Can you at least calm down and let me talk? You should be thankful I’m used to your anger.” “Then resign if you want, I don’t care!” Richard’s eyes burned with fury. Luke swallowed hard and said, “I have an idea of how you can stop the public from believing the ru
"Are you happy now?" Richard asked, returning to his cold voice. Kristin took her hand away from him, frowning. She couldn’t understand why her heart fluttered all of a sudden. It was so obvious that his apologies weren’t sincere, so why did her heart flutter at hearing him speak in a low voice? This devil standing in front of her had almost strangled her to death without a second thought, so why on earth did her heart flutter? Kristin desperately wanted to leave, but then again, she thought of the money involved. Wealth circulated around Richard, and Kristin had no doubt that he’d be able to pay off the huge debt her family owed without hesitation. The main reason she came here was to lift her family out of poverty, and if Richard could be her gateway to achieving that dream, she was ready to do anything. Moreover, he didn’t look like someone who had time for women, his cold and dominant personality would surely drive any sensible woman away. But Kristin didn’t care; she needed
Ophelia sat on the bed, staring at the picture of a ten-year-old girl, her eyes mixed with sadness and regret. Julio entered the room and said, "We should find a way to help our son. The rumors won’t stop going viral." "What son are you talking about? Is Richard our son?" "Not again, Ophelia," Julio said with a tired voice, and Ophelia threw the picture of the ten-year-old girl at him. "She is our daughter, not Richard! After you adopted that Richard twenty years ago, you have completely forgotten our daughter! The heirless of the Hernandez family!" Ophelia shouted. "It’s high time you accept that we can never find our daughter!" "And whose fault was it? If you weren’t so careless and left our daughter alone in that mall, she would still be here with us! Instead of searching endlessly for our daughter, you adopted a devil!" "Richard isn’t a devil, and you know that!" "Easy for you to say because you weren’t the one who gave birth to Adriana! From the very first day Richard se
Kristin's jaw dropped at his statement, her hands not leaving her chest. "You barge in without knocking, and instead of apologizing, you choose to insult me?" she asked, glaring at him. "Don’t expect an apology from me. I told you to fix yourself up snappily, but you decided to give birth in the bathroom," Richard replied, his face like a ten-thousand-years-old rock. "Whatever, you should leave so I can get dressed." "I have no time to waste, Peanut. Make sure you are ready when I come back," he coldly said to her before leaving the room. "He is so annoying!" Kristin stamped her feet on the ground. Remembering how Richard called her breasts small buttons, she rushed to the mirror to look at herself. "It’s just the perfect size! How dare Mr. Grouchy call my breasts small buttons?" Kristin snarled. Nevertheless, she dressed up hesitantly to avoid witnessing his anger. She stepped out of the room and met Richard at the doorway. "I’m ready!" she smiled. He studied the
Richard’s eyes didn’t leave Kristin’s face, because she was totally different from the woman he had met yesterday. He kept looking at her, stunned by her transformation, until Luke tapped him. "Here’s the magazine you were holding, boss," Luke said, smiling. His smile was a bad one because he knew Richard was stunned by Kristin’s new look. "You kept staring at me. Do I look beautiful?" Kristin asked. "No," he answered curtly and left without taking the newspaper from Luke. "I’m still wondering how you manage to cope with his behavior. He didn’t have to be so cold," Kristin frowned. Somehow, she wished Richard had complimented her new look the way Luke did. After the payments were made, Luke went back to Richard’s house to drop off the things they got for Kristin, while Richard and Kristin left to register their marriage. It came as shocking news to the lady in charge of the marriage registration, but with the coldness of Richard’s face, she was too scared to ask questions. Sh
The sound of the doorbell distracted Kristin, who was lost in the movie she was watching. She rushed to the door, and with the video intercom system mounted on the wall beside the luxurious door, Kristin saw a delivery man standing outside. Kristin furrowed her eyebrows, wondering what a delivery man was doing here. Guessing Richard might have placed the order, she opened the door and beamed a smile at him. "I'm here to deliver Mr. Richard's order," the delivery man muttered. Kristin accepted the delivery from him, and just after she signed and shut the door, Richard came out of his room, hands tucked in the pockets of his gray joggers, his face an embodiment of iciness as always. "A delivery came for you," Kristin muttered. "The delivery is for you." "Me? But I didn’t order anything," Kristin said in a whisper. "Open the box and figure it out yourself," Richard said, and went straight to the kitchen to get a bottle of water. After Richard went to the kitchen, Kristin opened
As the CEO of his father's company, Richard attended a meeting at Skyline Corporation, but his mind wasn’t in the room. Though he sat at the head of the table, his thoughts were elsewhere, far from the discussions happening around him. He was physically present but mentally absent. His mind kept replaying how he had treated Kristin earlier. A pang of guilt gnawed at him for yelling at her, an innocent lady who had done nothing but try to be kind. She had acted outside the terms of their contract, but the way he had lashed out at her was unnecessary. He remembered the way she flinched when he raised his voice, and guilt twisted his insides. Richard had always loathed women, treating them with a cold detachment, almost as if they were beneath him. He never felt remorse for it—until now. The guilt he felt was new. Why was he even feeling guilty? These thoughts clouded his mind until a light tap on his shoulder pulled him back to reality. "Are you okay? You seem lost," Julio ask
"I think I am in love with you," he whispered. Kristin’s heart fluttered and melted like ice. She knew the alcohol was speaking for him, but she couldn’t help falling for his words. "You… are in love… with me?" she stammered. Richard smiled. He looked so cute when he smiled, but she knew it was only temporary, a result of the alcohol. He caressed her face again, and slowly his lips moved closer to hers. Kristin wondered what it would feel like to kiss a billionaire like Richard. As he leaned closer, she closed her eyes, her long natural lashes coming into view. Her heart pounded as she waited for Richard’s lips to meet hers, but just an inch away, Richard’s head fell onto her shoulder. Kristin opened her eyes and found Richard sleeping on her shoulder. She puffed out a breath, figuring out how to take him home. --- Kristin exhaled loudly after she dropped Richard on the bed. "Gosh! He’s heavy," she muttered to herself, stretching her body. She sat beside Richard,
Cecelia bit her lip, trying to think of a response to give to Luke. She had overheard Lewis on the phone, and that’s how she knew Richard wasn’t in Vegas. She cursed herself a million times for not keeping her mouth shut. "What are you up to, Love?" Luke asked. Cecelia forced a smile and said, "I just guessed, because you have so many files piled up for you." Luke glanced at the stack of files on the table. "Is that why you think Richard isn’t in Vegas?" "I guess so. I’m going to rest now," she said, giving him a brief kiss on the lips before heading to the bedroom. Luke continued with his work, and when he was done, he went to the bedroom and found Cecelia already asleep. "I wonder why she’s so tired. It’s not like she’s working," Luke muttered to himself as he looked at his wife. --- **GLENWOOD** Richard's eyes were fixed on Kristin's as she disinfected his wound. Just as Justo had predicted, she was tending to his injured arm. "You shouldn’t have gone hunting with Justo
Kristin quickly took Richard outside the house while Justo remained inside. "What are you thinking, Mr. Grouchy? You don’t know how to hunt, so why did you accept the challenge?" Kristin asked, worry etched on her face. Hunting wasn’t child’s play, and she was concerned for Richard. "You said you only had one friend, so why did you lie?" Richard retorted, his voice laced with irritation. He hated that Kristin had known Justo for so long. "I didn’t lie to you, Mr. Grouchy. Romina is the only friend I have." "What about him?" Richard asked, his tone sharp. "I don’t consider Justo a friend; I see him as a brother. Justo acts crazy sometimes, and you shouldn’t let his words get to you," Kristin explained. "I don’t care, Firefly. I’m going to do it," Richard declared stubbornly. "Don’t be foolish. You’re going to get injured!" Kristin warned. "You think I’m a weakling?" Richard asked, his displeasure evident in his voice. Kristin quickly shook her head. "I don’t consider you a we
Voices from outside woke Richard from his sleep. As usual, he hadn't slept until it was 6 a.m. The voices from outside were so loud that he had to get up from bed. He went outside and, standing by the door, he saw a group of farmers talking to Kristin and her mom. It was easy for him to tell they were farmers because Kristin once told him how farmers in Glenwood dress. Richard listened to them even though he didn’t clearly understand what they were saying. It had to do with farming, and such topics were rarely discussed in Las Vegas. "Oh my goodness!" a woman gasped when she saw Richard standing by the door. Her hands pointed at Richard, causing the others to turn and look at him. The farmers gasped as if they had never seen a handsome man before. Yes, they had never seen a man as handsome as Richard in their entire lives in Glenwood. "Who is he? "He is so handsome and tall!" "Did Kristin bring a boyfriend home?" "Your boyfriend is so handsome, Kristin!" "I k
Kristin went numb instantly, words couldn't form in her mouth. She was still staring at Richard, shocked that he had traveled all the way from Las Vegas to see her. "Who is at the door?" Gladys asked, noticing Kristin’s delay in returning to the dining table. Kristin closed the door, trying to conceal her surprise. "I thought it was Justo. Why didn’t he come inside with you?" Gladys continued. Kristin swallowed hard. "Can I step out for a few minutes?" she asked. "In the middle of dinner? You’re acting strange. Are you alright?" Gladys inquired. "I’m fine, Mom. Just give me five minutes, and I’ll be back," Kristin assured her. She rushed outside, taking Richard by the hand and leading him to a secluded spot where they wouldn’t be easily seen. "What are you doing here?" she asked. "Are you not happy to see me?" Richard replied with a question of his own. "It’s not that I’m not happy to see you. I’m just surprised. You’re the last person I expected to see here in Gle
Kristin kept crying silently as her flight documents were being processed. The processing was expedited because Richard ensured it. "You will be back home as soon as the flight papers are ready," Richard said, sitting beside her and holding her hand. "Thank you so much, Mr. Grouchy," she hiccuped through her tears. "Stop crying, Firefly. I’m sure your dad will be fine, okay?" He wiped her tears, but they continued to fall. "I love my dad so much, and I can’t stop crying until I see him. I don’t want to lose my dad. I still want him to be with me," Kristin cried out. Richard hugged her, patting her gently. "He’s going to be fine. You just have to stay positive." A few minutes later, her flight was ready, and Kristin was set to leave. The plane would land at an airport in a nearby city, and she would take a bus to her hometown of Glenwood. "Keep me posted about your dad’s condition," Richard said. Kristin nodded, wiping her tears. "Take this, in case you need to spend mo
Kristin’s jaw dropped in shock as Richard revealed the identity of the malicious woman who had made his life so difficult. “The wicked woman was your mom?” she asked, unable to believe her ears. “Yes, she was my very own mother.” “Why would she do something so heartless to you?” Kristin asked, her voice filled with concern. Richard shook his head. To this day, he still couldn’t understand why his mother had treated him with such hatred. “I have no idea, Firefly. She never gave me a definite reason for her cruelty.” “And your dad? Did you know anything about him?” “I don’t know who he is. Maybe he’s the reason my mom hated me so much. I never called her 'mom' because she didn’t treat me like her son. She was just so cruel.” Kristin wiped the tears from his face and offered him a comforting smile. “You’ve been through so much, and you’re incredibly strong for enduring all that torment.” “Do you finally understand why I hate women and despise having my secrets exposed? I
Richard drove around the city, frantically searching for Kristin. The thought of Lewis being with her terrified him more than the idea of dying. He kept calling her until he saw her lying unconscious in the middle of the road. The heavy rain had made the streets nearly deserted. "Firefly," he mumbled, quickly getting out of the car. He rushed to her, gently cradling her head in his arm. "Firefly," he called again, trying to wake her, but she remained unconscious. Richard carried her back to his home, unsure of what to do next. She was shivering even while unconscious. He knew she needed to be out of her wet clothes, but he was unsure how to handle undressing a woman. He had never done it before, and with Luke already gone, he was alone in this task. Despite his hesitation, Richard summoned the courage and carefully removed her wet clothes. He couldn’t help but admire her body. Though she had grown up on a farm, her skin was still as white as snow. "Stop it, Richard," he scold
Kristin walked through the rain, unsure of where to go. She was still new in Vegas, and the only people she knew were Richard and Luke. She thought about asking Luke for help but stopped when she remembered he was married. She had never met Luke’s wife before and didn’t know how she would react to seeing her. Feeling helpless and homeless, Kristin wandered through the downpour, tears streaming down her face. Her clothes were soaked, her hair clung to her face, and the rain mingled with her tears, washing them away. It broke her heart that Richard had pushed her out of the house in the dead of night. She knew he had a hot temper, but she never imagined he would go so far as to drive her out into the rain. "Where will I go from here?" Kristin wondered, her tears falling faster as regret washed over her. She wished she hadn’t brought up the topic, but it was too late now. Here she was, alone in a rainy city. Kristin eventually found refuge under the small awning of a kiosk. Sh