"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 money. These were the thoughts dancing in her brain as she stared at Richard’s emotionless and empty face. "Why are you staring at me like you’re watching a movie? Do you need more apologies? Because I won’t give them to you," Richard stated. Kristin cleared her throat. "Your apologies weren’t sincere, but I accept them. At least they came out of your mouth. After what you did to me and the monstrous behavior you displayed, I didn’t expect you to apologize." "Just know that if I find out you’re working for Ophelia, I won’t hesitate to end your life," his eyes warned. Kristin gulped, trying to maintain her balance, even though she was scared. "I am not a spy. I don’t even know who this Ophelia is. If you think I’m lying, run a background check on me, and you’ll see I’m from Glenwood and that I don’t know anyone in Vegas." "Let’s see about that," Richard said and sat down, while Kristin remained standing. "Aren’t you going to sit?" his baritone voice asked, and Kristin sat down, looking elsewhere. "Are you going to be my acting wife or not?" he asked. He wasn’t even asking; he was commanding her. "Aren’t you going to at least act politely? It won’t take a year out of your life." "Look, Peanut, you better watch your tone. I might want to clear my name, but that doesn’t mean I will submit to you. One more annoying act from you, and I will send you out of here, because it’s obvious you have nowhere to go," Richard said coldly. "Fine. You don’t have to be so cold." she sneered. Richard knitted his eyebrows, waiting for answers. Kristin scratched her hair slightly before giving an answer to his question. "I will agree to be your acting wife, I have no options anyway." "How much do you need?" Richard asked. The way he asked made it clear he could come up with any amount in the blink of an eye. He wasn’t just a billionaire for nothing. He might be taking care of his dad’s company, but he had his own wealth and properties scattered around Las Vegas. "Three million dollars," Kristin said, her eyes rolling sideways, secretly anticipating what Richard was going to say. She knew three million dollars was a huge amount of money, but that was the amount her parents owed to the farmers back in Glenwood. "Just three million dollars?" Richard asked, shocking Kristin to her core. Did he call three million dollars 'just'? That huge amount of money could buy her entire existence, and this cold-hearted man called it 'just'. What was she expecting anyway? Las Vegas is a beautiful city dominated by rich and powerful people, Kristin thought to herself, her eyes still widened. "Why are you surprised? You think three million dollars is a big deal?" "Of course it is! My parents have been working like slaves to raise that money!" she snapped. "So their debt is three million dollars?" Richard asked again, and Kristin slowly nodded her head. "Fine then. I’m going to settle their debts and even add more to it, as long as our secret doesn’t leak out." "Don’t worry, Mr. Grouchy; I’m a good actress." "Why are you calling me Grouchy?" "Why are you calling me Peanut?" she questioned back. "I told you my name, but you keep calling me Peanut." "You look small and tiny, and that’s why I’m calling you Peanut." "Well, your face never wears a smile, and you get angry easily, so the name Mr. Grouchy suits you. Have a problem with that?" Kristin asked. Richard stared at her brown eyes for a while before putting Luke on call. He came right away at lightning speed and presented the marriage contract proposal to Kristin. It stated that they would be married and live under the same roof for a year before ending it. "If you don’t have any problem with the contract, then go ahead and sign it," Richard ordered. Kristin was about to sign the contract, but she stopped halfway and looked at Richard. "I will agree to be your wife for a year, in exchange for paying off my family’s debts, right? You won't change your mind, would you?" she asked. "I am a man of my words." he replied. "You won’t come close to me or try to touch me, right?" she asked again. "Don’t worry, Peanut; you aren’t my type. Should I buy you a mirror?" Richard’s baritone voice asked. His gray eyes pierced coldly at her. Kristin scoffed lightly and picked up the pen again, but she dropped it once more. "What do you want now?!" Richard yelled at her, his anger building up. "I want to ask a favor from you." "What kind of stupid favor is that?" "About the money, is it okay if you gradually send it to my parents in Glenwood? If you send the whole amount to them, they might get suspicious about how I got the money. I don’t want them to find out that I agreed to be in a contract marriage with you, all because of money," Kristin said. "Fine, can you go ahead and sign it?" Kristin nodded with a smile and quickly signed the papers. Richard did the same, and after that, he walked out. Luke was the only one left with her. "You should go after him, he is going home." "How do you cope working with a man like him?" Kristin asked, and Luke only smiled. "Let’s go, Kristin. He’d get angry if he waits for you." "May I ask where this place is? It’s so beautiful." she grins. "It’s a fine dining establishment, and it’s one of Richard’s properties." Luke replied. Kristin nodded, admiring its beauty. They both left the office, and Richard was already sitting in the backseat. "Join him in the back, I will drive you both home. You both will be living together." Luke smiled at her. Kristin puffed out some air from her mouth before joining Richard in the backseat. He didn’t even spare her a glance, his cold aura dominated the car.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
Kristin nervously clasped her hands together as she watched Luke help Richard into the bed. Richard was still unconscious, and Luke had called at the perfect time, just when Kristin desperately needed help. She had quickly answered the phone and informed Luke of what had happened to Richard. Luke had arrived in record time because he genuinely cared about Richard. "Will he be okay?" Kristin asked, her voice trembling. "He will be if he manages to sleep," Luke mumbled, knowing all too well about Richard's struggles with insomnia after working with him for five years. "What do you mean?" Kristin asked, confused. "What exactly happened to him?" Luke inquired, trying to change the subject. "I don’t know. He just became triggered when he walked into my room," Kristin replied. "What were you doing at the time?" Luke questioned. Kristin hesitated, biting her lower lip before answering, "I was dancing with a ball anklet on." "A ball anklet?" Luke’s brows furrowed. Kristin
The talking alarm woke Richard up, signaling the start of a new day. He slowly opened his eyes and was stunned by what he saw. His head was resting comfortably on Kristin’s chest, and his hands were still wrapped around her waist. “What the heck…” he muttered, quickly pulling away from Kristin, who was still asleep Did he really spend the night in a woman's arms? How had he managed to fall asleep? Normally, he wouldn’t sleep until close to dawn. How had the impossible become possible last night? Richard questioned the walls in his room, but since they couldn’t talk, he got no answers. His eyes slowly returned to the woman sleeping in his bed. She looked so fragile and innocent while she slept. Richard swiped his dark hair back, remembering that he was the one who had wrapped his arms around her last night. What had he been thinking? Without waking Kristin, he got out of bed and began getting ready for the day’s business. He was about to knot his tie when Kristin
"Spend the night in my room," his baritone tone interrupted her. "Huh?" Kristin uttered, her voice barely a whisper. Did Mr. Grouchy just ask her to spend the night in his room? But why? she wondered as she stared at Richard with wide, innocent eyes. Richard was at a loss for words. He still couldn’t believe how those words had slipped out of his mouth. Last night, he had slept soundly in Kristin’s arms without any nightmares disturbing him. He had been thinking about it all day, and that’s why, when he opened his mouth, the words "Spend the night in my room" had come out before he could stop them. "You want me to spend the night in your room?" Kristin asked, disbelief clear in her voice. Richard knew he couldn’t take back what he had said. Kristin had heard him loud and clear, and lying would only make him seem foolish. He wasn’t sure if he could trust her with his secret. She already knew about his phobia of jangling sounds; would revealing his insomnia make her know too m
"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