** Congratulations on the collaboration! We are looking forward to working with you and your company!** Carol shakes her hands with the Boss of the Australian company. She smiles with gratitude and nods before noticing her phone buzzing. She ignores it at first and quickly tells her team to wrap things up, so that they can join another meeting with another company. However when the phone keeps buzzing, she walks towards the lounge and opens her phone to check. Her eyebrows raise with surprise and panic when she reads the messages, " Damien isn't at the hospital. Nobody knows where he is!" Realizing something isn't clearly okay, she tries to message James back who sounds frantic through his message. But her eyebrows knit, when she notices a figure standing outside the company, against the car. At first she thinks she is misunderstanding someone else. She has been working nonstop. Maybe it's taking a toll. Because of her mental situation, she told Brianna that she wouldn't be
Carol enters her room with food and medicine. She doesn't know if Damien brought his medicine or not, but having extra won't hurt her. She has already informed James about Damien's reckless movements. Obviously, it made him pissed, but he couldn't be disappointed. Damien is reckless when it comes to his own decisions, so it's not surprising. As she walks in, her attention goes to Damien, who is sleeping, resting his hand on his forehead. She walks quietly, placing everything on the table. She stands next to the bed, watching his calm, peaceful, but exhausted face. Her hand slowly moves to his face, gently touching his jawline. Her eyes burn with tears. She smiles a bit, sitting on the edge of the bed, admiring the man she loves so much. Later, she sits properly, her eyes on the floor, as if the floor can comfort her. But soon she breaks down, feeling the weight of exhaustion and heartbreak bearing down on her shoulders. It feels as though carrying the pain is heavier than an
What's the color of voice? Red, Green, White or Rainbow? She wants to know. But what she wants to know is how love feels, what kind of color does love have? Red like heart? What's that? What about heartbreak? What color does it have? Black? Dark Red? Carol Bianca sits in front of the mirror, adjusting her wedding veil with trembling fingers. Her reflection stares back at her—hazel eyes glistening with unshed tears, full lips painted a soft shade of pink, and long, chestnut hair cascading over her bare shoulders in loose curls. She looks like a bride from a fairytale, her white dress hugging her figure perfectly, the flowing skirt pooling around her in a sea of satin. It's going to be beach wedding with her some friends as bridesmaids and some guests from her fiancé's side. And she has been planning this wedding for years with the love of her life, Troy Victor. But despite the outward beauty, a shadow of doubt lingers deep inside her chest. She has been deaf since she was six. Th
Carol’s hands tremble as she holds the prenup papers, her vision blurring as tears form in her eyes. 'Why is this happening now?' She looks at Troy, hoping for some sign of warmth, some explanation that would make sense, but his face remains cold, detached, like the man she thought she knew is no longer standing in front of her. **Sign it, and we’ll get married,** he signs and says, his voice flat, no love in his tone. **If not, I won’t risk my future.** Risk his future? Carol’s heart pounds in her chest, the words swirling in her mind like a terrible storm. 'The future we were supposed to share? The life we were building together?' Her fingers tremble as she picks up the pen. Her mind is screaming at her to stop, to ask more questions, but her heart… her heart still clings to the hope that this is just a mistake, something they can work through. Maybe he’s nervous. Maybe this is just about protecting himself, not about her, not about them. Eunice’s voice cuts through he
** I told you not to sign any papers. Now he betrayed you. What are you going to do? Not only did you lose your villa but also you wouldn't get the inheritance from your grandparents if you don't marry today. This is an entire hell!** Eunice out of breath, keeps signing furiously. Her fingers are hurting but she can't help but feel so upset with her best friend who became so pushover and to herself that she didn't stop her properly. Carol stands silently, keeps hanging her head down. She feels numb and silent inside her head. As if she has lost the ability to process what's happening. People are watching her with pity and sympathy. She always hates those pitiful gaze. Now, her love of life accepted her because he was pitying her. ** Carol!** She taps her shoulder, **What will happen if your family knows about it!? Remember the news of your wedding went to your family. What if they aim for your grandparents' inheritance. It will be a devastating situation** Carol's eyes wide
** I hope you aren't making some pity or some reckless decisions. I am not in my right mind to play a marriage game and act like a lovely wife who will love you immediately. Are you sure you don't want someone who truly deserves you? I might ask for divorce anytime soon if we get married!** Carol signs, knowing her heart best. She has loved Troy for her whole life. The betrayal of Troy has stabbed her heart so deeply that the words Love and Trust make her feel disgusted. She doesn't want to involve another man in this messy situation but she has no other choice but to accept his proposal. She must accept her paternal grandparents' wealth as she promised. Life has played the ultimate betrayal with her. Now she wants to throw a blind shot, without any hope. The corner of his lips raise a bit with a silent chuckle as he watches her signing. He takes the handkerchief from his pocket and holds it before her without saying anything first. Mascara has spread under her eyes, making he
Even Troy's family and friends who were till the end, congratulated and apologized to Carol for Troy's behavior. Especially, Troy's mother who raised troy like an ideal man. She had faith in her son who would never turn into a monster like his father. Right now, The Reception is happening, like they have planned. Troy and his mistress are still sitting on the sand, tied up. His friends to his mother and his younger sister are attending as Carol's family and friends. ** Carol** Troy's mother smiles and brings a jewelry box, revealing a beautiful necklace with a pendant in it. ** This is my family's heirloom. Your grandma wanted you to have it once you are married to my son. However, today I found that I don't have any children. I always thought of you as my daughter. I always wanted to protect you from your own family. So I think you deserve it!** She signs and puts the box in her hand, ** I apologize for the pain you went through. Please accept it, thinking your mother gifted yo
" So you two decide to stay separately? Is this your decision?" Eunice knows it's not her place to interfere their private and personal matters. But she can't help but feel protective towards her best friend. Just yesterday, her friend was so excited to open a new chapter with love and life. She wants to have kids and have a big family. But it's now a dream. Damien who is waiting for Carol to get in the car, looks at Eunice and gives a polite smile, " The marriage isn't like other normal and average marriage. Both of us needed each other. I am sorry for disappointing. But I promise that I won't turn into a jerk. I don't like punches you know!" Damien grins, " I will take care of her!" Hearing his words, Eunice finds a little comfort and consolation. At least he doesn't look like a scumbag. Yet, she needs to ask something to make sure the incident doesn't repeat. " Will you cheat on her if you find someone else?" Damien pauses momentarily and takes a glance at Carol who is saying
Carol enters her room with food and medicine. She doesn't know if Damien brought his medicine or not, but having extra won't hurt her. She has already informed James about Damien's reckless movements. Obviously, it made him pissed, but he couldn't be disappointed. Damien is reckless when it comes to his own decisions, so it's not surprising. As she walks in, her attention goes to Damien, who is sleeping, resting his hand on his forehead. She walks quietly, placing everything on the table. She stands next to the bed, watching his calm, peaceful, but exhausted face. Her hand slowly moves to his face, gently touching his jawline. Her eyes burn with tears. She smiles a bit, sitting on the edge of the bed, admiring the man she loves so much. Later, she sits properly, her eyes on the floor, as if the floor can comfort her. But soon she breaks down, feeling the weight of exhaustion and heartbreak bearing down on her shoulders. It feels as though carrying the pain is heavier than an
** Congratulations on the collaboration! We are looking forward to working with you and your company!** Carol shakes her hands with the Boss of the Australian company. She smiles with gratitude and nods before noticing her phone buzzing. She ignores it at first and quickly tells her team to wrap things up, so that they can join another meeting with another company. However when the phone keeps buzzing, she walks towards the lounge and opens her phone to check. Her eyebrows raise with surprise and panic when she reads the messages, " Damien isn't at the hospital. Nobody knows where he is!" Realizing something isn't clearly okay, she tries to message James back who sounds frantic through his message. But her eyebrows knit, when she notices a figure standing outside the company, against the car. At first she thinks she is misunderstanding someone else. She has been working nonstop. Maybe it's taking a toll. Because of her mental situation, she told Brianna that she wouldn't be
“What’s this supposed to be meant?” Mr. Crawley asks coldly, his eyes narrowing as Damien meets his gaze with an equally frosty, unreadable expression.Damien’s lips curl into a mocking smirk. “What do you mean?” His voice drips with derision. “Aren’t you happy to see me out of the coma? Or do you think I’m disposable now that I’m not useful to you anymore?”The Crawleys stare at Damien as if they’re seeing a ghost. Their eyes are fixed on his legs, which he deliberately shakes in a relaxed, almost arrogant way. The subtle movement is enough to shatter their composure.“Since when can you walk?” Mrs. Crawley’s voice trembles, her face drained of color.“Oh, this?” Damien grins, spreading his arms theatrically. “Since high school.”“What?” Everyone gasps, the air in the room turning cold. Mr. Crawley’s face twists with fury.“You were fine all along! Why did you lie to us?” he demands, his voice rising.Damien shrugs, his eyes glinting with a dark amusement. “Well, it was so much more
**Carol!** Brianna stops her, realizing she has done something she can’t ask forgiveness for. It’s only a matter of time before loyalty is tested. Standing before Alex and Brianna, who have always been there, Carol realizes one thing — they are indeed the family of her grandparents. **It’s not what I meant! I know you’re busy with life, and whatever happened to our family was brought upon us by our own stupidity,** Brianna says, looking extremely guilty. Carol, as usual, wears that mask of indifference. Maybe it’s time to get away from everyone. **Sis is right! We are grateful for everything. It’s just that the family has been—** Carol stops them by raising her hand. **It doesn’t matter to me.** She smiles, but it’s not a genuine smile. **The day you refused to tell me the truth about my past, I knew you were protecting something big from me. I don’t know what it is, but you clearly chose your family over me. And I’m not upset about it.** She signs matter-of-factly. There are pl
Carol gently pressed her lips on his forehead before she left for her trip. She was confused by his sudden action last night but it felt nice to see his old self. The travel to Australia wasn't great since she had a very rough time around. Probably because of her treatment and medication, her body keeps burning. The first day was on working there, having meetings, visiting companies and factories. The three days' work she completed within a day because she wanted to leave as soon as possible. Next day, Right now, she just finished a meeting with her clients who are very satisfied with her performance. Of course, it's not like she didn't feel questioned on her disabilities. But everyone is supportive and surprisingly friendly. Right now, sitting outside a café, sipping her coffee, she watches the calm surroundings of the café. The vibe of the Sydney makes her feel better. A way to escape from the world she just belonged two days ago. As she keeps enjoying her morning, h
Carol grabs her laptop after finishing the meeting with her clients. Recently, she has been feeling a bit off with her health. She feels extremely tired, sleepy, and dizzy. The pressure has been getting harder, so she can't actually blame anything else for it.As she walks towards the door to leave, James, who has been helping her, walks towards her with hurried steps.**Boss!** He opens the door, stopping her.Carol isn't used to being called Boss. But she doesn't say anything about it either.**About the business trip. I think you should go!**Carol's eyebrows narrow as he signs. Just now, she had a meeting with a foreign ambassador of a big company from Australia. It's their very first big project with great potential. However, Damien is recovering. She can't leave him alone for a week-long trip to Australia. She said she would send some experts in her place to handle the project.**I know you are trying to be there for Damien. But I think you should take this chance to give yourse
It was chaotic. I watched the videography of our wedding day. So I was nothing but a replacement as a groom and I was the one who initiated it. Did I fall in love with her at first sight? If not, why would I fall in love with her when she was about to get married? And certainly, according to James's words, I actually knew her from high school. The strange thing is that, I remember everyone including my sister who died in the car accident but I don't remember anyone named Carol who was actually in my junior school. Is this even possible to happen? I mean my sister Carol used to live binge movies with cliché parts where male lead loses memories and some part of their life. But how did I just forget such an important thing. Only her, and anything related to her. It doesn't make sense to me but here I am watching a few moments of my life with that woman who cries every night silently. She can't talk or hear. It must be hard but can I really love her the same as I used to? I mean
Damien's POV.... It's the first time James raised his voice at me. It's strange that he would dare to go against me for a woman. Carol? I don't remember her. It's not a fake or prank. Why would I prank something like this? if she is my significant other, I will never hurt her or forget her, even on my worst day. But it's strange. She is calm, composed and knows what I want before I spit it out of my mouth. As if she has the ability to read my mind. ** Stretch your legs a bit!** She says, her expression is usual calmness. How could she stay so calm after knowing that I forgot about her? I don't remember that she is my wife but she remembers that I am her husband, right? Or maybe....!!!! I actually kidnapped her and forced her to be a good wife..... Or....??? Is this a contract marriage? .... No, Maybe a fake one. That's why she doesn't care. ** Stop staring at me!** She signs again. She is really attentive. She doesn't speak. But her company doesn't make me feel boring
Carol walks in, holding her suit, exhausted and hungry. She has just had a long meeting about Damien's absence and how she would handle everything from now on. She knows the love she has for Damien has weakened, but she believes she will be alright. She loves him and chooses to forgive. Until, She steps into the VIP room, stretching her neck. Her attention has yet to turn to Damien's side as she places her suit and bag on the couch. Feeling like she will be alright if she gets some sleep, she decides to take a quick shower. But her attention shifts to the shopping bags. James's jacket is still there. The coldness is increasing; it may snow tonight. She frowns slightly and turns to grab the jacket, but she pauses, finding James standing by Damien's bed and Damien staring at her with a confused expression. "Damien?" she exclaims in her mind, tears gathering in her eyes. She leaves her phone on the couch, rushes to him, and jumps into his arms like a desperate child who has bee