Have dinner alone with him uniquely and strangely. I say that because we were sitting facing each other at a very far distance. Food is served on plates in small portions. Fruit salad as an appetizer may only be served 1 tablespoon. After the servants finished their tasks, he started to talk. "I like challenging things, are you ready to do it," he said suddenly. I frowned, trying to think about what he was discussing, planning, or even like a test of agility. "Ready for what?" I asked doubtfully. "Dare to accept your husband's death," he said. "W--what?" I stuttered, dropping two of my cutlery to the floor, making his jaw harden and his eyes glare at me. Hearing the clinking of spoons and forks, the waiter came hurriedly and replaced them with new ones. Meanwhile, he was busy with his food without looking at me. "I will return you to him but he has to fight to get you, how about that?" he continued after things calmed down again. My head suddenly became dizzy thinking about that
My head was dizzy from the strong shaking of Nicolo's body, which continued to run away from the ambush of Anthony and his men or even the police. "Give me the key!" shouted Nicolo. I couldn't see forward because I was upside down on my shoulder. Next, my body was thrown forward into the car and he immediately started the engine and left the house with the back route. I didn't know that the back of his house also had cars and people who were always ready to help him escape from attacks. Truly a mafia who knows emergencies. The car turned quickly and drove through the small road. Nicolo looked calm without being in a hurry but his eyes were still alert looking at the car windows in both directions."Nicolo, you should stay at home and finish everything as you wish. By you taking me away like this, it means you are running away from someone who managed to find you," I said. "I don't like traitors. The agreement was set for tomorrow, why is he attacking me tonight!" he answered. He gl
"Are you okay darling?" Anthony's hand wanted to stroke my face but I avoided it, glanced at him briefly and his eyebrows furrowed at me. He took a breath and wanted to pull me into his arms but I also threw my shoulders hard so that his hands let go. I'm still annoyed with his behavior of thinking more about money than me. He probably knows what I'm angry about. Maybe we'll make a fuss in the hotel room. It's up to him if he wants to leave me here and I will return to Nicolo, he seems more trustworthy in his love and sincerity even though he has been rude to me. "Take us straight to the airport," he said. I don't care where he takes me. Wherever we were, arguments were inevitable, because I wanted to know what happened when he suddenly disappeared from the ship. Not long after, we arrived at the airport. Anthony has even asked the airport for permission to fly specifically. Because he used a private plane. I walked ahead of him when we were directed to board the plane. I smiled a
2 months have passed, and everything seems fine. The wedding agreement between us was canceled so I didn't get divorced. I worked with him as an assistant and still studied at night. The double busyness that I experienced did not burden me that much, but I lost my friends. They had lectures in the morning so I couldn't meet them. Until one night, it rained very heavily. I waited for Anthony to pick me up. He hasn't come for almost 2 hours and someone I know walks towards me. "Come with me, I'll take you." "Thank you, I'm waiting for my husband," I said, refusing him gently. I haven't communicated with Theo for a long time since he lied and cheated on me. He is my ex-boyfriend, to be precise, my ex-boyfriend since I married Anthony. This is the first time since we broke up that he has come closer to me and wants to take me home. "I'll take you to your husband, come on." I frowned, what did he mean? There was no way Anthony would send him here to pick me up. He kept insisting until
I went home to Anthony at 05:30 am accompanied by Angela. Anthony's car wasn't in the parking lot yet, I could already tell. The servant opened the door for me and I hurriedly walked in towards the stairs. Luckily they weren't awake yet, I wasn't ready to say where Anthony was. To maintain peace of mind, I soaked in the bathtub for a moment. Thinking about what I want to do to Natalie. What I know is that his bad qualities will be increasingly emphasized. She is a shameless woman. I heard the sound of the door opening and closing, was he home? "Leah—" Well, the bastard has gone home apparently. I got out of the bathtub and he came in to see me. His face was crumpled, and messy, and his eyes were red, typical of waking up, maybe he was sleeping soundly hugging Natalie's big chest which was softer than mine. "Oh dear," He cupped my face and kissed my lips several times. I want to pull away and slap him, but be patient, be patient Leah, there will be time. "Sorry, I was working lat
I wanted to scream out loud to release my heartache. Natalie succeeded in making me feel like a poor woman who hoped for impossible love. I tried to keep my tears from falling but they finally fell when the tightness attacked my throat. "Miss Leah." I sobbed looking at Liam through the car window. Maybe he was confused about what was happening because from two months ago until yesterday he saw the intimacy between me and Anthony. There has been no commotion between my husband and I during this time. Interactions in the office are always compact and friendly. Everyone even praised us as the best husband and wife couple."Wait Liam, let my heart be freer to face him." I took a deep breath and added powder to my cheeks to make them look fresh as usual. I couldn't stay in the car with Liam for long. I don't want Liam to run away with his selfishness. I got out of the car and smiled at everyone I met. My body felt weak and I had difficulty walking to the elevator. "Mrs Anthony, are you
"Anthony, what's going on, why did you slap your wife!" shouted my mother-in-law who came into the room hurriedly and took Anthony away from me. I lowered my head. I don't know what to say, because I've been framed."This, the daughter-in-law you like has cheated on your son, Mother. Are you going to defend her, after seeing these photos?" he said excitedly. There was a soft voice from my mother-in-law, "Azalea." I shook my head, I had no words to defend myself. I leave all the decisions up to her. Can I be like that, do I look like a cheating woman? She is also a woman who can judge other women. "Come out Anthony, I want to talk to her," She said firmly and I surrendered. "I hope tonight she gets out of my room Mom and all her things too! Because I'm going to remarry the woman I managed to get pregnant." I closed my eyes, not expecting him to be this mean to me. How often did he have an affair I kept quiet and when I was slandered he believed and threw me away. What is the meani
I thought my pregnancy would be fine without any problems, such as vomiting and wanting to eat something strange like my mother said. But what I want is to be spoiled by a man. I was confused, who was my place to spoil because I didn't have a husband anymore? "Why is your face like that?" Mom asked and I just answered. "I need a husband to spoil." "Jeez Leah?" Mom laughed and hugged me, but I don't like hugs from women. Oh my God, who should I ask for a hug? "Why do you have strange desires, Leah." "I don't know, maybe she's a beautiful girl who wants to be pampered. Was mother also like this when I was in your stomach?" "Oh no, my experience was very difficult because you were fussy, it was difficult for me to eat, and I had to cry when your father fed me food," explained my mother. I laughed I was this pregnant. Makes candidates confused about doing something comfortable. My body feels controlled by a strange feeling that is always controlling. Our conversation was interrupte
Steve always hugged Leah possessively throughout the event. They couldn't leave the party before the guests attending the event left. The guests who came were close relatives so they spent a long time chatting with each other. There was no longer any feeling of awkwardness or anxiety in Leah's heart. She felt very loved by her new husband. Even though in reality they are still the same age, Steve is even older than Leah. but Leah still tried to think that Steve wasn't a little boy. So far, she has always been carried away by age when she was still Anthony's wife. When the dance music played, all the guests present looked for their respective partners. "Would you like to dance with me, my wife?" Steve knelt and kissed the back of Leah's hand tenderly. Seeing that everyone clapped for them. Leah blushed, smiled, nodded awkwardly. Her body resigned itself to being pulled by Steve until her chest was pressed against Steve's broad chest. Leah's hands were around Steve's long neck and Stev
"Now kiss your bride." The oath of allegiance has been spoken from our lips. I felt embarrassed when he started to remove the cloth covering my face. He is my husband. A high-ranking police officer is one of the important people in the police force whose identity is very secretive. My eyes didn't blink looking at him who was so handsome, his hands slowly cupped my face and he crushed my lips slowly and very carefully. His soft kiss made me drift away for a few seconds. The sound of applause from the guests present brought a festive impression to this closed wedding. I don't know what the concept was, because he only invited certain closest people and relatives. "I love you, don't be angry," he said softly with a smile after our kiss broke. I wasn't going to be mad at him but thousands of questions ran through my head. He introduced me to the top police officer along with his wife and friends who I saw with him in the photo. After that, the Anthony family hugged me one by one, they
One medium-sized pizza, I finished it alone before arriving at my destination. The journey only takes thirty minutes to a place like a hotel. A very luxurious place of detention if I were to be kidnapped. Someone greeted our arrival, he chatted with the driver and after that, this man turned to me, "Come on honey, come with me," he said, his body language was like a woman, but he was a man because I saw the bulge in the front of his trousers. I walked behind him. Following him, he entered a room filled with white dresses. Wait, what is this? "Um, may I ask, what clothes will I wear?" "Oh dear, you can take a shower first to freshen up because maybe the groom can't wait to say his vows of allegiance. Your gown are already available, you can wear whatever you want, choose whatever you like." Bride? I will marry, but who will be my husband? Meanwhile, Steve could not be contacted. Is he being held by the Anthony family and this is ... me and Pedro's wedding? Why did he go alone withou
Steve left me alone at his house because he was taking care of something he was hiding from me. He shouldn't be able to hide anything from me anymore. While he was away, I searched his entire house. One by one I entered the rooms. All the rooms look ordinary and there is no luxury in them. There was a cupboard filled with old clothes, probably belonging to his parents. I climbed the stairs, and at the top two rooms were facing each other. One room is locked while the other is not. This unlocked room is wider than the room downstairs. Oh yeah, will I sleep in his room later? There is nothing here and it is clean and well maintained. The bed is neatly made and smells good. Again I stood in front of this locked room. My curious soul couldn't be stopped again, I looked for a gap to open this door. Finally, the door opened and I saw a row of pistols neatly lined up. From the smallest to the largest guns. Does he have a collection of items like this, legal or illegal? He is too mysteriou
"Thank you, if you need anything I will help you, Madam," "Just call me Leah, we look the same age, don't we?" I said while hugging her. "Yeah, I'm too embarrassed to call you that because Steve's grandmother said you were the boss's wife," he answered while glancing at Steve. I shook my head. "Oh, not anymore, we're just exes," I confirmed to her. She is a good girl and could be a new friend for me. She is also polite, and able to keep her distance from Steve. Unlike other women who feel close to male friends, they don't care about the man's lover. I haven't declared him a girlfriend yet. But this girl said that you have made up. What are they talking about me? The car started driving again, his gaze was still looking forward then turned to me as he kissed my hand and then stroked it gently with his thumb. "So, what are your plans next?" "Imprisoned Mr. Theo for attempted murder at the hospital." "Whose murder?" "You forget if someone covered your face with a pillow and that w
I took a deep breath, sticking out my tongue to wet my lips which felt numb. Nestled in Steve's large arms, he waited patiently for my answer. "I—" stammered, looking into his dark eyes, I forgot what vocabulary I wanted to put together into a sentence."I don't want you to be stressed, or depressed because of the endless demands. Always asking for proof and you keep covering up the evidence as best you can. Come on, run away from all this, leave everyone who thinks you are evil, and so on. Or, you already love Pedro. You want to marry him?" I saw jealousy in his eyes, but not selfishness. He would want to give in if I asked him to step down and choose Pedro. Am I selfish, if I close my eyes not to care if he already has a girlfriend? Or will I be able to harm him if Pedro wants me later?"How is your lover?" "She's my friend, the one I asked to pretend." My eyes widened and he smiled. He has made me gawk a lot at his quite annoying behavior. Since last night I felt like a miserable
I laughed when he asked for a second chance. While he said he was heartbroken and now has a girlfriend, it will be my question that demands him. "Steve, yesterday your grandmother said you were heartbroken and now you have a girlfriend. Then, after seeing me, you want a second chance. All of that was a big surprise to me." "I need someone to erase you from my brain. An aggressive woman who might make me forget everything." Aggressive woman? "I need to calm myself down so that my life can be normal and not force myself to have you. I still can't. As long as you are still breathing, you are the one I always want. Not your body, I want to protect you, I love you like Mr. Anthony can't give me that to you. I want to be a loyal man like you want." I was silent, watching his serious face. I don't want to interrupt, I just want to judge whether what he said is trustworthy or just a figure of speech. "My father once said, 'I feel sorry for Azalea, that woman is very innocent and loves he
Coming here actually made Steve's grandmother busy, she made my favorite corn soup. While talking about Steve, who she said was heartbroken. Where does she know? Did Steve call her? Usually, grandsons would not say personal things openly. Don't let this woman suddenly hate me because of me if she finds out that I hurt her grandson. "Does he still work for you?" She asked. She handed me the soup that was ready to be served on the dining table. How do I explain all our problems? Since that night, he no longer contacted me. He doesn't have any work at the office so there's no reason for me to communicate with him anymore. "Not anymore grandma, he probably already has a new job," I said, reflexively and brought the soup to the dining table. I can't possibly answer the truth. Dumping a man who has been good to me all this time just because he slept with my enemy. That's how evil a woman is, she can steal the man her friend loves because of his wealth or feel disgusted if the man she's b
I'm not an innocent woman who doesn't know anything about wanting a man to approach me like this. Moreover, his eyes kept looking at my lips. In my mind two sides were colliding, one wanted to immediately feel his lips, and one side wanted me to survive and avoid. "Do you want to feel and differentiate the touch of a young man's lips that are still fresh, not wrinkled," he said, the tips of our lips slightly touching each other. His fresh-smelling breath made me fall asleep, disturbing the calm of my subconscious. I tried to hold on, when the tip of his nose played between mine, rubbing gently. "I've felt kisses from many men, both ordinary, extraordinary, young and old. I'm not curious about how it feels, young man—" I said while gently pushing his chest away from me. But he insisted on going forward, holding my hand which was removing it from his chest. With a quick movement, he grabbed my waist and brought me onto his lap. Oh, God! He even dared to pull the hem of my dress down