The night air is crisp and electric as Carol speeds ahead, her bike gliding through sharp turns like an extension of herself. The city lights blur into streaks of neon, the hum of engines roaring through the streets. Eunice rides beside her, but it’s Carol’s movements that keep pulling Damien’s attention. Every motion—every lean, every shift—seems effortless. From behind, in the scar, Damien watches, transfixed. Carol’s ability is nothing short of breathtaking. She rides with precision and grace, as if she’s dancing with the road itself. It’s not just skill—it’s artistry, her world. Damien leans forward slightly in his seat, murmuring himself, "Excellence is not a skill, it is an attitude." The words, originally from Ralph Marston, feel fitting. Carol doesn’t just know how to ride—she owns the road, as if it bends to her will. She approaches a hairpin curve—one that would make most riders slow down—but Carol does the opposite. She leans low, her bike tilting dangerously close t
Her hair didn't play with wind or her expression wasn't perfect when she took off the helmet. Those scenes were Female Lead getting off her bike, looking absolutely stunning and golden warm light around her. She looks visibly exhausted but composed. Her beautiful eyes glint with the light of the lampposts. The hint of satisfaction and happiness is visible in the dept of her eyes. " How was it? Mr Crawley!" Eunice walks towards them, looking at Damien who is already staring at his wife, " Breathtaking!" He comments, unable to take off his eyes. As if that woman has no boundaries, no limits, an ocean of mystery. " Do I have anymore surprises to get?" Eunice smirks as Damien looks at her with an unreadable expression. Basic~ She grins. He doesn't know what kind of emotions he should wear at this time. " She was only 10 when someone called her a burden because she couldn't solve a basic thing. Since she was ten, she used every single second - Can you understand? Every sin
Carol takes a deep breath, gazing at the stars. There is a kind of smile on her face. Where you can find both relief and peace. She tucks her hair behind her air, thinking something, something that the person who is staring at her by the car can't fathom. " Boss! Aren't you a bit engrossed with everything here?" When it's something important to remind Damien, James calls him Boss instead of his name. Damien rubs his forehead, sweats gathering around his forehead. " She is a huge deal but The Crawley Family is disgustingly cruel. Won't it be a bit too much to involve her with them?" " James!" Damien pressures his tone, " I am not saying that you chose the wrong person. She is definitely a catch and - Perfect. However - Damien!" He glances at her, " Your family is too much!" " She can't hear. She doesn't like to read lips, she doesn't speak, she won't speak back - She will listen, but won't say anything until it gets on her nerves. I wanted that. But - I think I want a wife now,
Carol's misunderstanding about his identity shattered into pieces when she stepped into the luxury mansion that Damien 'owns'. Not a gift from his rich family or anything inherited like she did. She has a few Villas million dollars worth but this is just out of questions - Not when she thought he has his own business and he is an illegitimate son with not so strong support. Eunice is the only one who knows about the Crawley Family. But Carol who deals with rich clients has no idea about the Crawley family at all. Since all her concentration was on the companies that are quote- unquote were in the same level as her grandpa's company. She is just impressed with the true luxury of this mansion. As Carol drifts through the hallway, her fingertips brush the walls, feeling the textures beneath her skin. The space is quiet—comfortably so—and she lets herself relax. But just as she rounds a corner, she pauses, turning her head slightly. A familiar presence is near. When she turns full
She settles in-- In this large mansion. Although the question is why he needs such a big house all alone keeps bothering her. But it's obviously none of her business. Carol is considered a rich woman. As a business woman as well. Owning a few Villas, a multi-million bank balance and her grandparents' sole inheritance. However, she is quite interested in Damien, A man who could have gotten someone perfect just by showing this house. Today, after settling in, she sits on a chair, wooden and designed with perfection. She grabs her phone. After entering the room, one thing amazed her that - Damien actually filled the room with everything. Literally everything that she needs. Underwear to her hair clips. Sunscreen to shampoo and everything is the brand that she uses. He might ask Eunice or notice them in her house. She doesn't know. But it's true that he went on a rampage to bring everything. It makes her wonder more... More about the Man she married. Carol's life is on rout
After dropping Carol off with Damien, Eunice makes the familiar drive back to her apartment. By the time she gets home, the city lights are dim, and the quiet hum of her space feels like a relief. She collapses on the couch, her thoughts still swirling from the strange tension between Carol and Damien. The whole situation feels like it came out of nowhere, and part of her can’t believe how fast things have shifted in Carol’s life. The next morning, Eunice’s phone buzzes with a group message from her closest friends—Sarah, Grace, and Katie, the same three who had stood beside her as bridesmaids at Carol’s sudden wedding. Grace: “Brunch at Eunice’s place? We need to catch up.” Katie: “I’m in. I want the tea about Carol and her new husband!” Eunice smiles, knowing a meet-up is exactly what she needs. The girls arrive an hour later, filling her apartment with their usual chatter and laughter. They gather in the living room, spreading out comfortably with coffee and croissants. Euni
Carol glances at the clothes. Lots of them are really worth more than 100K. She presses her forehead. Damien shouldn't have spent thousands of dollars on clothes for her - Not even his serious wife who he will spend forever. She grabs a knee length dress. The floral sundress in blue catches her attention. As she grabs one, her attention swiftly moves on the floor. The footsteps are approaching her. She turns, knowing it can't be Damien. Her eyebrows knit when the vibration stops. Someone just entered her room, walked towards the closet room and stopped moving. She grabs the dress, a purse and a pearl necklace with earrings. As she opens the door with caution, a person turns and gives a professional smile, " I am Alex! The Butler of this house. The young Master told me to call you downstairs! Ma'am!" Carol tries to read his lips. But from time to time he covers his lips with nervousness. She frowns narrowly. There is no reason for him to cover his face. ** Well! Do you know s
Carol roams around the city, enjoying the new vibe in her life. She visited here when she was in high school for science projects. But she didn't have any memorable collections to feel attracted to come here again. But today, things look different. She has money that she didn't have when she came here the first time. She remembers bringing only five bucks extra to get a sandwich and a glass of water. Since she was so thoughtful of using her grandparents' money, she didn't waste their money at all. She will have her own money and will spend it on her own. But today she missed her grandparents all day long. They were the only people who gave everything to make her smile. But she can't. They'll never return to her life and will enjoy a meal like she always dreamed. Maybe in heaven, she will surely be with them. She glances at her phone. Some messages from Damien about her lunch and whereabouts, some messages from her friends in group chat and some notifications from her assist