Elissa doesn't believe in love. She believes that happiness comes from money. Therefore, even though she has become a billionaire, Elissa still works and has no interest in having a relationship with the opposite sex. At first, everything went smoothly until her father forced her to marry a poor man named Edgar. Elissa refused, but her father threatened her; if she didn't marry Edgar, all of her father's wealth would be donated to social services. Can Elissa maintain her belief that love is just a superstition? Or does Edgar's presence make Elissa believe that happiness does not only come from money?
View MoreThere are two things Elissa Desmond does not believe in: one is ghosts, and two is love. According to her, what is love anyway? What is that strange thing that makes women and men close to each other? Just imagining it makes her sick. Not anything, but kneeling before a man, according to her, is a disgusting item.
But it was already hard to earn money to make her parents happy. Instead, Elissa's parents said they could only be satisfied if they saw Elissa marry. How annoying.
"Isn't there anything else, Dad, Mom? Elissa can buy a new building, a private plane, or maybe a vacation to Hawaii. But please don't get married!" she argued.
"Do you think Dad and Mom can't buy their own?" Mr. Desmond argued.
Elissa rolled her eyes. It was always like this. Sometimes, she was confused about what to give her parents because they could buy it themselves.
Elissa did not believe in love. According to the book she read, there is no such thing as true love. If someone loves another person because the other person loves them, it is not love but empathy; If love is because of money, it is not love but interest. If it's love for looks, it's called obsession, and if it's love at first sight, it's also not love but passion. They say that love is easy and fun. But for Elissa Desmond, money is the only thing that makes her happy.
"How long will you continue to be a virgin, Lissa? You're already thirty-one," added Mrs. Desmond - Elissa's biological mother.
"All men are bastards except Dad, Mom. No, I don't want to marry them. They want to marry me because they want my money, right? There is no such thing as love. I also don't want to be subjugated to men."
Having the name Elissa is an honor in itself. Elissa means Queen. A queen is different from a princess. A queen does not need to ask to be saved by anyone, unlike princesses who ask to be held by the prince. When kept in the palace by the dragon, a princess can only wait, while a queen must fight back. The Queen walks on her own feet without anyone's help. Therefore, the Queen does not believe in love; she only believes in power.
"There's one man of Dad's who's never cared about money, Lissa. And it would be best if you married him. Otherwise, I will sell all my assets and donate them to social services," said Mr. Desmond. He was very tired of advising his only daughter. From the age of twenty-seven until now, he had never missed a day advising his daughter to get married, but the result? A big zero.
"But Dad!"
"My mind is made up. Marry, or I will give all my assets to social services," Mr Desmond repeated. He placed a photograph in front of Elissa before leaving his daughter alone. His wife followed behind him.
Elissa sighed. She took the photo her father gave her. An image showed a young man with a tall stature, a sharp nose, brown hair, and blue eyes.
"Really?" sighed Elissa.
She did not expect to marry the person in this photo. Who was he that Elissa's father could be sure of such a man? Who was the young man with a slightly sweet smile and was able to make Mr Desmond sure he would make him his son-in-law.
"I will find out who this man is. How appropriate are you to be my candidate? You won't be able to be part of the Desmond family," Elissa hissed in annoyance.
Elissa put the photo her father had given her into her purse. She picked up her shopper bag and left. There was a taekwondo practice she had to attend today.
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"I wonder why my dad is so sure that man can be my husband," Elissa scolded. She vented her anger by spinning her kick and breaking the board held by her friend Ami.
For Elissa, this was the martial art that suited her best: taekwondo. She could beat up the jerks out there without getting her hands dirty. Taekwondo, which emphasizes strength in the legs, makes Elissa believe that only the legs deserve to touch ignorant men.
He may be good at times. You said you have a picture of him; take a look!" Ami asked.
Elissa exhaled. She went to the resting chair and took a small towel. Elissa also took a photo from her wallet and gave it to Ami.
"My gosh, he's so handsome. How could you not be interested in him? It's impossible!" Ami marvelled.
"Even if he's as handsome as a prince in a fairy tale, I wouldn't be interested. You know that I don't believe in love. Love is bullshit. How handsome is the man who chased me first?" asked Elissa.
"'That man is more handsome, anyway," Ami replied.
"'He's richer too. And the man in this photo needs to be clarified about his origins. The clothes he wears also look shabby. Why do you want to marry me to him? If my parents want me to marry, why don't they put me to marry rich men?" chimed Elissa.
Ami could only shrug her shoulders. Even though Elissa wanted to talk until she was foaming at the mouth, Ami didn't know what to do.
"Come with me! Let's investigate who exactly is the man who convinced Father to marry me off to him!"
"Okay. If you don't want to, I'll do it for you!"
"Whatever!" said Elissa, still upset with her father's decision.
After cleaning up, the two got into the Elissa's Rubicon. Her father only showed her a picture of the young man, but she quickly learned his name and where he worked. Her impromptu detective skills made Elissa immediately know how to investigate the origins of the young man. Especially now that there is a lot of AI technology, getting someone's information just from a photo is easy.
"Is he working here?" asked Ami incredulously when she saw a building under construction.
Elissa nodded. "That's why! I wonder why Dad wants me to marry a construction worker?" she wondered. She immediately entered the construction area. Although initially forbidden, she insisted.
A man with a dashing face and glowing blue eyes approached the gate. He, who was explaining the progress of the building to the investor, came to Elissa after being sure that all matters were in order.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
Elissa and Ami turned around. They could see the man they had been looking for. He has fine sideburns, blue eyes, and a sharp nose. His body was well-built, and his muscles were so hot. For Ami, the sweat that adorned the man's face added to his impression of masculinity. It is Ami's first time seeing a dashing man in a dirty building like this. It was like seeing a diamond among a pile of garbage. His looks were too maximal.
But it was different with Elissa. The impression that came to her was that this man was a slob. Just look at his face, full of sweat and dust.
"He has been explaining all the building forms to the investors with this disheveled appearance? What nonsense," the Elissa thought.
"They wanted to see you earlier, but because they didn't have a permit, I didn't let them in," explained the security guard.
The man looked at Elissa. She challenged her gaze. In her life dictionary, she hated being treated like this the most, and she didn't like to be looked down upon by a man.
"Ma'am, if you want to see me, you must make a permit first. And you must wear your work gear." The man took off his helmet and put it on her.
Elissa was dumbfounded. She doesn't believe in being called ma'am. Was her makeup that old? Even though she wore a high school uniform, she was sure she was still appropriate. But why did the man who said he would be her husband call her ma'am?
Elissa took off the building helmet put on by the man in front of him. She was very uncomfortable getting treated like this. "Get on with it! How much money did you give Father to get him to marry me off to a poor man like you?" she said. She didn't enjoy being in a construction area like this. It was dirty, hot, and dusty.
The man laughed. "Money? How much do you think I make, Ma'am? I'm just an employee."
"Stop calling me Ma'am! You're older than me!" she snapped. No matter the friendly face of his interlocutor or the charming blue eyes, all she had in her heart now was hatred.
"We're not acquainted yet, so I can call you ma'am," grinned the young man.
She threw him a scathing look. "I'm not willing to get acquainted with a young man like you, let alone marry you!" Elissa turned around and prepared to leave. She dragged Ami, who was still staring at the handsomeness of Elissa's future husband.
The young man raised both eyebrows. He laughed, "Well, if that's what you want, Elissa Desmond. But are you sure you can cancel our wedding? Our wedding will held in one month?"
Elissa stopped her steps. She turned around again. "One month?" she asked incredulously. Only this morning, she had heard that she was to be married. Her shock still hadn't worn off, so now she was shocked again with the news of the wedding time. Seriously!
Although Edgar didn't know what Hunter had promised Fritz, Edgar tried to remain calm. He wasn't going to stay undercover forever. Besides, the police and Desmond's security forces would soon arrive. Edgar only needed to find Elissa.Edgar watched every shape of the building. The building before him was a fairytale palace with towering towers and still black bricks. The structure was dominated by Greek architecture. Or even all of them had Greek flavor. Only one is not—the two date palms planted before the palace gate. According to Edgar, Fritz seemed to want to combine the two concepts of the princess kidnapped by the dragon and the princess from Aladdin's fairy tale."So, where is the gift you promised?" asked Fritz.Edgar was still calm. "You invited me all the way here just to collect a promise. You didn't serve me food first?""Oh right. Let's eat first while talking."Edgar laughed. "It's been a while since we talked together, right?""Yeah. But if you don't bring that gift, you
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Elissa knocked on Tory's room. She already had a plan to get out of here. What mattered to her now was that Fritz didn't always fixate on her."Miss Queen?" asked Tory in disbelief.She smiled. She hurriedly entered and locked the door. She didn't want the bodyguard Fritz had sent to follow her into Tory's room. No one should know her plan.During the night, Elissa thought about several possibilities. Although there was still a possibility of failure and the success Lissae depended on Tory herself, this was the only way she could think of for now. Elissa did not want to be confined here forever. Even though all her needs and luxurious things were fulfilled on this island, she still wanted to be with Edgar."What does Miss Elissa want? Do you want me to check on you again? Does Mr. Fritz want it?""I want to get straight to the point. Do you really love Fritz?"Tory's face turned red again. She also covered her face with her hands again. "Mr. Fritz is everything to me," she said."If y
Edgar kept thinking about something while lost in the forest and walking without direction. Why did all this happen? Edgar continued translating everything that happened until he realized that what Elissa said was true. Araf had planned something.Without a plan, there would be no climb to Rinjani. Without Araf planning it, there was no way Naia would suddenly be kind to Elissa. Naia would have preferred Elissa to be exhausted and unable to reach the summit. With Araf planning it, Mika would bring a particular mountain communication device and contact Fritz directly.Edgar only realized it after he repeatedly fainted from falling into the ravine. He regretted being so trusting of one person.Araf was speechless. No matter how neatly he prepared his plan, it would be revealed someday. Like a buried carcass, one day, it will leave an odor. Edgar is not a fool; he must have realized it quickly."I'm sorry. I had dark eyes. I thought you would never be happy with Elissa. I thought she wou
Bhima took off his mask. His hands were bruised. He was tired of beating so many people. The members under him were the same. They sat with their legs bent, resting. This day was already the fifth base they visited, but there was no sign of Fritz. Not even one of Fritz's men knew where his boss was."Check if there are any clues. I want to check Fritz's room one more time!" Bhima said.It had been almost a week since he went around looking for where Fritz was. He only found Elissa's picture in all the buildings he came across. And the headquarters in San Francisco was the same. There was nothing that stood out. Fritz's seat even looked like a regular office.Bhima entered Fritz's room once again. He looked around. Everything was a mess. Fritz's desk had also been destroyed. Cabinets, walls, and even the ceiling had been broken. But there was nothing suspicious. Everything inside was always the same. It only contained clothes and trinkets.Bhima lifted the cupboard that he had knocked
Ira continued Desmond's struggle. She started to meet the people behind Fritz. Ira was fed up with just being a behind-the-scenes supporter. She was also fed up that her son was now in Fritz's hands, and no one knew where she was. Only Bhima could track her down, which might take a long time.Ira contacted her acquaintances. She asked for help to collect any evidence of Fritz's crimes. Ira also has a hacker acquaintance. She needed information from an authority and digital data about Fritz's financial statements. If Ira's suspicions were correct, Fritz should never have paid taxes."Where are we going, ma'am?" the driver asked."We're meeting this person!" said Ira as she showed the photo and sent the address to the car's direction system."Are you sure, ma'am? He's nothing more than a deceitful loan shark.""There is no more time. Edgar needs Elissa and she needs to be by his side. If this man is still with Fritz, our efforts will have been in vain," Ira explained.From all the repor
News of Edgar's disappearance reached Mustafidz's ears. The search had entered its fourth day. And all that was found was a bloody shirt. Araf and Jef, who joined the forest and combed the river, had come out. They found no one.The drones that detect body heat also did not get any response. The helicopter boarded by the SAR team also came up empty. Those up there using binoculars with body tempeElissare tracking lenses also found nothing.Rumors that wild animals might have eaten Edgar grew. It seemed impossible that they could not find Edgar, even though the equipment was as complete as this.Mustafidz and Balqis bit their lips. They looked at each other, unable to believe the news they were hearing. The couple knew very well that Edgar had experienced climbing a mountain. He couldn't disappear.Mustafidz immediately gathered all his family and students in the dormitory. They immediately prayed together for Edgar.On the other hand, Sindi, who was visiting the orphanage that Edgar u
Edgar fell. His legs were no longer strong enough to walk. No matter where he went, he couldn't find water. Edgar sat down. He leaned against a tree. He took the bottle of mineral water that was left. He opened it slowly and drank a little. He didn't know when he would get out of this wilderness.Edgar knew that if he got lost on the mountain, the fastest way to return was to return to the top. But in his current condition, that was not possible. It was also impossible for him to return to the path he used yesterday to climb to the top.Edgar didn't know how long he had been here. He also needed to find out what day it was. The last thing he remembered was chasing after Elissa, who Fritz had brought. Edgar hoped that Elissa would be okay.Edgar took a breath. He picked at the young leaves beside him—the easiest way to have a little energy. There were only 500 milliliters of mineral water left in his bag. Fortunately, the water didn't break when Edgar fell into the ravine."I have to g
"Is this really Edgar's shirt?" asked Jef.Araf nodded. He couldn't have forgotten that Edgar loved the soccer team with the blue shirt. He also loved the number 9. Even though this shirt was torn and covered in blood, there was still the name 'GAR' written on the back of the shirt."Is he still alive?" asked Araf in a trembling tone.This shirt was already tattered. Its shape was also out of the body. When Araf was resting and drinking, he saw this shirt stuck on a tree."The possibility is still 50:50. This shirt got stuck on the tree because maybe a monkey carried it. Unfortunately, there are still blood stains on this shirt, which means Edgar was injured," Jef explained.He reported his findings. Simultaneously, the search began to center around the river and the landslide. The sound of flying drones and helicopters could be heard. Drones began combing again, looking for Edgar's body heat from a height of 20 meters. Meanwhile, helicopters began to monitor from a high altitude."I
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