After my sister stole my boyfriend 11 times, I decided to take action. I went out and found myself a fool to date, just to see if she'd still try to take him away. But I never expected that one day, my "foolish" boyfriend would stop being so dumb. In fact, he became a scoundrel.
View More"Then I launched an internal coup. Honestly, it was the first time I ever touched a gun, and the first time I saw someone die right in front of me. At first, I thought I was clever. I assumed those people, who prided themselves on wielding power through guns, were nothing more than paper tigers."But I was wrong. I was betrayed. Their leader caught me and tortured me. They thought I was dead, so they threw me into the river. I wasn't dead, but I was broken. My mind was shattered, and all I could recall of that time was a blur. They kicked me, called me a fool. "After who knows how many twists and turns, I somehow ended up back in the country. I was forced to work like an animal, thrown out of stores, beaten by punks. That time... it was probably too painful, so I still can't remember all of it. Until... until one person showed up." He tightened his grip on my hand, and his voice dropped, rougher now, filled with restraint. I could feel him fighting to hold something back. "She s
We walked up to a building where the inner curtains were drawn, but I guessed it was probably a tea room.Perry stopped in front of the door, signaling for me to go in.The cool air from the air conditioning was a relief after walking through the intense heat. Stepping inside, the chill swept over me, and I felt some comfort. But when my eyes met the elderly man's, my heart sank. He simply looked at me with a calm expression, yet I could already feel the weight of his gaze pressing down on me."Sit." He gestured to the side of the tea table. I lifted the hem of my dress, took a few steps, and was just about to sit when the door suddenly burst open. Ben rushed in, panting. The moment he saw me, his eyes lit up. He walked over and pulled me behind him. "What are you going to do to her?" The moment the words left his mouth, I immediately imagined scenes of family infighting, rebellious teenagers running away, or elopements. The elderly man, sitting in the main chair, look
"You said that I was bugging you."It seemed like I was destined to never get what I wanted.But the person in front of me—he simply squatted down, gently and carefully wiping away my tears. "You think there's nothing I can do? Then let me show you what I can do, okay?" -My stepmother started calling me non-stop. My father did too. At first, they managed to keep some semblance of dignity as elders. But soon, my father began yelling at me. "What are you doing, Jennifer? Do you still see me as your father? Do you know what's happening to my company? It's all thanks to you! Because of you, I've lost a ton of partnerships! You'd better make Greene Incorporated stop. Do you hear me?!" -I ignored the insults, and before long, my once-high-and-mighty father began to beg. "Jennifer, I'm your dad. You wouldn't want to see me go bankrupt, would you? Your mom and I have already cleaned your room. Come back and stay for a few days, alright?" Later, I heard about the issues
"Ben, give me your bank account number."In the end, I said that without even thinking. He paused for a moment. Then, without hesitation, he gave it to me. I wrote it down and quickly tapped a few things on my phone."I'm returning the 300 thousand to you. It's from your brother. I don't feel right keeping it. From now on, let's have no more ties—""So the money was the tie?" he suddenly interrupted me. Then, my phone started buzzing with message alerts. He was transferring money to me, each transaction for 300 thousand. As he continued, he asked, "And what about these? Is this enough? Do you need more? We have so many ties…" It wasn't until he got an alert about the transaction limit that he looked up. His eyes had a hint of red, almost manic, and there was a touch of desperation in his voice as he asked softly, "Is this enough for you to marry me?" I was speechless. Ben had that way about him—he could pull you down with him, making you feel an unbearable sadness,
"Alright, my name's Ben. If you like calling me that, I'll stick with Ben from now on. How does that sound?" I didn't respond. He was gently massaging my ankle, and I lowered my gaze to the top of his dark head. "So, you…" Had he remembered now? How much did he remember? And why now, of all times? I had a ton of questions in my head, but when I faced him, I found myself unable to speak. "When you slapped me earlier, I suddenly felt like the sensation was familiar. So, it triggered some memories." He knew exactly what I wanted to ask. "By the way, have you ever slapped me like that before?" "Of course not!" I glared at him, but then I was lost in his eyes, sparkling like stars. An unexpected memory surfaced from that stormy night when he had tackled me, and I instinctively slapped him across the face. There had been something about his eyes, a glimmer that hinted at something dangerous. I turned my head away. Besides that time, it seemed the only time I had s
He didn't even acknowledge me. Instead, he was urging the repairman to hurry up and fix the elevator. Unable to stand, I leaned against the elevator wall, hugging my knees. For some inexplicable reason, my nose started to sting. Ben wasn't like this before. The old Ben... was so much kinder."Are there no other companies hiring? Why did you have to join mine?"His voice came from above. It sounded like he was standing right in front of me."Because of my dad, no one else wants me," I replied, though it was something I wouldn't usually talk about. "Why did your dad come to me, calling you the daughter of a mistress and telling my brother not to hire you?"In the dark, I heard him say, in a calm, measured tone, everything my father and stepmother had said about me.-What kind of father would call his own daughter the child of a mistress when my mother was his legitimate wife?No, maybe in his heart, my mother really was the mistress. Even though she had married him first,
My mind went blank for a moment.I quickly forced myself to calm down, trying my best to keep a neutral expression on my face.During the interview, most of the questions came from the two senior interviewers sitting at the head of the table.It was strange, but even while organizing my responses, my mind couldn't stop wondering what the person sitting in the corner was doing.He hadn't said a word the entire time and just sat quietly in the back.When the interview was over and the interviewers shook my hand, Ben stood up and left through the back door without a word.-I found an extra 300 thousand dollars in my bank account.Even if Ben had blown up the little apartment I rented that day, this compensation would have been more than enough.When Ben's brother, Perry Greene, came over to thank me, he was polite and thoughtful—perfectly composed, making it impossible to find fault with him.I'd suspected his family had money, but I never guessed Perry owned Greene Incorporate
He sighed. "Do you really think I still need any of this?"I didn't answer."Ms. Palmer, instead of fussing with these things, maybe you should focus on fixing your hair. And… stop bugging me. It's pointless."I watched him walk away in silence, his back retreating from my side. He really did have a temper and a blunt way of speaking.But Ben…He had called me Jen. He had pulled me to the ground when he was scared of thunder and insisted on holding me while we slept. He had waited for me to come home with a smile on his face.He had started this.He made me look at the chaos of my life and suddenly feel like there was something to look forward to.Now, he was leaving without a word; he didn't want me anymore.-I went to the salon and had my hair cut short.The stylist told me that the way they cut it left my hair completely messy. So, even though I wanted a trim, they had to cut it extremely short—right above my ears.The hair that had once reached my waist was now cut so
He led Ben out of the police station, and I stood at the entrance, watching them. For a brief moment, Ben and I locked eyes. His dark eyes met mine, unguarded, before slowly drifting away.I didn't know where that sense of regret was coming from, or why I was so flustered. Ben used to be mentally impaired. Could I really have fallen for him?By the time I snapped out of my thoughts, I had already moved forward and blocked their path."Ben, do you really not remember anything?"I looked up at him.At that moment, all eyes were on me.Ben's expression was as calm as ever, and my heart slowly sank."I don't."It seemed like he didn't want to waste his breath on me."You used to live at my house. I—"A man standing next to him abruptly interrupted, "Hello, Miss. Thank you for looking after my brother during this time. Don't worry. We'll make sure to reward you generously.""No! I don't want any reward. I just..." I just...I opened my mouth, but no words came out.In t
[Let's break up. I think your sister and I are a perfect match.]It was a bright, sunny afternoon when I read that message in the coffee shop downstairs from my apartment.The barista, a young man, was shaking so much he looked like he had Parkinson's. I recognized him. He'd been working at the coffee shop for a while now. When he first started, he was a good-looking kid, and he managed to get quite a few requests for his number. But as soon as people figured out he had a bit of a mental disability, they all lost interest.I watched the cup tremble in his hands, a sudden feeling of dread creeping up on me.In the next second, the coffee cup tipped over. The brown liquid spread across my skirt."Hey, what are you..."First, my boyfriend cheated with my sister. Then, some guy spilled coffee all over me.I felt the fire inside me rise, my temper boiling over.I stood up suddenly and glared at the person in front of me, only to realize that he was tall—so tall I had to look up at h...
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