My body spun violently and fell on the table in a bent position. My face hit the table very hard, while the back of my neck was gripped tightly by his strong fingers. "You have no right to property that is not yours because you are nothing. Even if you sleep with my father, bitch!"I struggled hard and turned around and my foot kicked right into his leg bone. He screamed and cursed at me, his legs thrown back while groaning in pain."Do you know me, look at me!" I said looking at him who blinked several times."Oh, you're not Edel?" he asked with a confused expression. But then I imitated Edel's voice, the first time I met him. His jaw was clenched and hatred was visible in his twinkling, angry eyes."You tricked us, you—""Your parents were murderers and what did you say earlier, your property? You don't have property, you are not considered to be in your father's extended family. Your mother was never recognized as part of their family. This is my company that your father seized and
It took an hour for the nervous system of my brain and body to normalize before attending the shareholders' meeting. Because the biggest meeting room was on the ground floor, I had to wander through several divisions.I walked followed by Steve from behind who was carrying several files regarding the largest share ownership and also the greatest power in managing the company."Miss Leah, welcome." said those who passed me. How does he know my name? I turned to Steve and he shook his head.When we entered the meeting room, there were already several participants present and all of them were men. They were surprised to look at me, almost all of them I knew them."Welcome sir.""Mrs Kickers, Leah. Is this you, are you still alive?"General questions for those who have known me for a long time. It's not surprising that they might not believe it until they take off the thick glasses that frame their old eyes. They were all seniors, much older than Anthony.All the crimes that Natalie commi
I stood on the deck of a fast sailing cruise ship, the wind blowing my hair, obscuring my vision for a moment. I tuck my hair behind my ear, looking forward. There was a figure of a man in a white shirt, who was standing with his back to me. That man seems familiar to me. His body turned slowly backward. His shirt billowed in the wind, exposing his broad chest. He smiled at me, holding out his hand and I shook my head, He's... Anthony. I woke up and my eyes were instantly fresh. Having no intention of sleeping anymore got out of bed and walked out of the room. I saw Steve sleeping on the sofa very restful. I walked out of the balcony feeling the breeze that was probably the same as the sea breeze, that I felt earlier. Like the first time, he showed that he had everything, "Tsk, the future Mrs. Anthony Kickers fainted while boarding the plane, what are you doing Leah." I've had enough of being bossed around by him and I hated his face that belittled me at that time. I realize who I
I was silent for a moment. Watching Steve so confidently offer himself to be the man who would replace Anthony in my mind. "What can you do Steve? I won't talk about your social position but about the differences in life between you and me. Maybe I still look young but I'm too old for you," I said. I walked into the pantry. Warm water might clear up a little of my tangled brain. Making a cup of hot chocolate feels delicious in mind. "By old you mean, old because of the year you were born in the world. Try to calculate how long you have lived in the world. Experience may make you understand the true meaning of life. But that doesn't mean you have more experience and are older," he said, without me responding. He walked over to me, pulled out my cup poured hot water in it then gave it to me after it had been stirred with additional pure milk. "Thank You, Steve" He also makes the same drink. Still, follow where I walk. Go to the living room and sit on the sofa. A man who looks matur
"If they ask about Nicholo, don't answer because there will be other tricky questions," said my lawyer.I'm a little tense, lies are not my strong suit. I could have destroyed myself. Act like a person who has multiple personalities. It feels too far-fetched.My arrival with Steve at the police station was greeted by two men in uniform and with firearms attached to their waists. Surely they want to interrogate me."She's still a little traumatized, so I hope you don't pressure her."My lawyer looked firm and encouraged me. I was taken into a closed room and there was only one window and a long dark glass. I think there is someone there who is watching me."Mrs. Azalea Himawari, if I open the population data I will find death data there. Tell me how you came back to life.""I don't know," I answered. He still asked me questions over and over again which made me annoyed. What does this man want?"Before I go crazy hearing your ramblings that keep pressing me to answer questions, that ar
"Mrs. Leah—"I sat limp on the chair. My legs are too weak to stand any longer. My head felt spinning. This feeling of dizziness may be due to shock over what I saw and heard today. Steve swiftly squatted in front of me and took off the high heels I was wearing. My feet were gently massaged and the pain slowly faded."You shouldn't wear high shoes when you're pregnant. You didn't forget to take your vitamins, right?" he said, looking up at me from below. He's like a talkative lover. Did he forget that i left the vitamins at his grandmother's house? Because I don't care about this pregnancy.I don't know whether I will be able to love this child later. Honestly, I'm afraid that one day he will ask who his father is. Where is his father and why did his father die?"Looks like it's out of stock, I'll buy it later—" I said.He immediately immediately called someone to buy me vitamins. Steve is so agile and caring, he is just like his father. I can't possibly ignore someone like this, righ
"You must not go home before all the toxic substances in your body are released, because that could harm the fetus in your womb. If I may know who the father is?" "I'm doc—" said Steve. "Okay, can you come with me to the room for a moment, sir?" I couldn't stop it, even though I wanted to say that my husband had died. There's no way I can say that I don't have a husband, that's embarrassing, isn't it? A little pity rose in my heart for Anthony's seed in my body. Can he feel the effects of the substance? My hand reflexively stroked my still-flat stomach, for some reason I felt guilty. I'm not trying to protect him, I may not want to but, he has the right to be born to see the world. Before going home, Lindsay said to me, "The seed in your stomach is Anthony's love for you. Allow him to live, he must be the successor to Kickers. You can't possibly rely on El." My inner turmoil and common sense always go to war just because I think about Anthony. Sometimes my head throbs badly when
I sat watching him cooking in the kitchen. A high chair in front of the minibar is a boundary between me and him. Like waiting for a chef to cook using an apron. Chef who is good-looking and is not boring."You like spicy, don't you?""Yes, I like it, just give me lots of chili powder," I said."But the little one can't accept spicy food yet, so I'll cancel okay—" he answered accompanied by a loud chuckle. How dare he play with me. Giving options but not saying, "Hey, you offered me, you also canceled is rude."He turned around and brought a plate of sausages with sauce. The aroma of the food is quite delicious. He returned to take several other plates containing pieces of vegetables and fruit."Pregnant women have to eat lots of nutritious food. Come on, or do you want me to feed you?"I brought my face closer and stretched my lips. What do you think he will do? For a moment he was silent and after that, he took a sausage and put it slowly into my mouth. It feels good.Steve looks em
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