I was really starting to doubt his intention. First of all, how come his attitude towards me changed overnight? One minute he was treating me like a slave, and now he was acting like a kind boss to his employee as if he didn't do anything wrong to me in the past! And mind you that "past" was actually just a day ago!Doesn't it smell fishy? It certainly does.I was fooled that easy!My eyes narrowed into slits as my hands balled into a tight fists. Through gritted teeth, I asked, "Tell me, Mr. Jones, what do you want?" He looked taken aback."What do you want from me, huh? I think we have to clear this things up. I just realized now you were acting so differently from the way you used to treat me. Tell me. Why are you doing this? What is your intention?"He stared at me. His golden brown eyes held no emotion in it, and I suddenly wonder why I did not notice it sooner. It already felt suspicious earlier, but I was too busy having fun of my life that I decided to ignore that fact and c
"You can just leave your stuff here. I'll call a maid to help you sort these things up by tomorrow. For now, you need to rest."I nodded my head and no longer argued. I figured it would be best if I leave everything for tomorrow's argument since arguing it now is useless because I'm too fucking drained off.Both mentally and physically drained.This guy right here must be sucking all my energy away from my body. Every time I get close with him, all I can feel is exhaustion. He brings nothing but exhaustion to my system."Do you need anything? Food? A drink? A coffee, maybe?""No, thank you." I looked around his place. Nice. He got a huge and nice place. I will surely be able to sleep here comfortably, knowing full well that I am much comfortable living the way I used to live back when I was still living with my parents. With this, I no longer need to readjust again. "Where's gonna be my room, then?"Khein stared at me. It was if his brain is not braining at all. I raised my brow at hi
"I WASN'T BEING STUBBORN!" I stomped my foot on the ground from frustration. Frustration because he was just being so unreasonable and confusing, and frustrating because my heart keeps beating so fast and loud against my chest. "You are just being impossible! How could I tie myself to you? Do you really think I would want to marry you?! Dream on!""Stop yelling, you'll hurt your throat," he said through his frowning face. "Fuck you!"He sighed. "Fine, if you don't want to, then I guess I can do nothing about it. I didn't think you would be chickened for the very same thing you have asked."My irritation began bubbling up. What did he say? Chickened? I wasn't chickened at all!"Tell me what you want, then," I said to him. "Marriage is absurd. I can't do that. Give me something you want in exchange but not that.""Are you sure? You might not like it, though."Frustration began building up to my system. "Tell me."I don't know why, but I was starting to get very, very nervous. Especiall
I woke up kinda late and was momentarily lost because the moment I awoke, I was in a strange room. Everything happened so fast like a whirlwind. I had a hard time processing what was going on lately.After a while of brief disorientation, I came to realize that I was in Khein's house, his room specifically.I grunted and twisted my body to make my bones realign once again. No one was in the room, so I guess Khein was already outside and was preparing to go to work. So I guess I have to go and take a shower as well.I was about to walk towards the bathroom when I read the water falling down from the inside, and when I tried to twist the knob, it was locked.I shrugged off my shoulders and decided to wait til he finished so I could take my turn as well."Well, let's go see Joni," I said to myself before I exited the room and trotted my way towards the living area to find my cat.And there, I saw him being fed by a man whose name I am yet to know. He's Khein's butler, by the way.I clear
My hands wouldn't just stop trembling. It's been a day since I left my old house and decided to live with Khein at his place. I could say he was a very reliable man. He provided me with everything I needed and kept his promise not to do anything inappropriate to me.I was glad.It has been a day but I was beginning to grow anxious as time went by. We have planned to get married within a week from now, however, I have a major problem.My fake name...Gosh, how did I never think of this?I will get exposed!I used my mother's surname to cover up my father's last name because I honestly didn't want to get associated with him and our family at this phase of my life. I want a simpler living. But I guess it's an impossible dream to achieve. How could I live a normal life when the world knew the two biggest and strongest Mafia in this world? The Ferrero and Ivanov families.I am really stupid.I uttered a curse as the intercom suddenly rang. I'm in my own office, doing some secretary work an
True to his words, we stopped at a nearby hotel we could find. I didn't know I was sick until he checked me himself. That probably explains the reason why I was so anxious even earlier in the morning.I groaned in discomfort as I shivered from the cold. I couldn't see Khein's face as I was closing my eyes and trying to get some sleep, but I've heard him trying to talk to his grandparents and explaining that we will be continuing our travel there by tomorrow. After he ended the call, he went to my side and sat down on the soft mattress of the bed."Are you cold?" he asked. I nodded my head. "I've already lowered the AC temperature, that should be enough to cause you warmth," he said then held my forehead again. He had already made me drink some meds to help my fever subdue, but it was taking so long to take effect. I am still cold and my head feels like a hanger was banging against it."Cold..." I whispered, shivering.I heard him sigh. "I guess I'd have no choice."The next thing I he
"I'm... sorry," I said, embarrassed. I opened my mouth to speak but there were no words coming out from my mouth. I pressed my lips nervously and glanced at Khein who wasn't by any means mad at my actions. As a matter of fact, he was even smiling and silently encouraging me to go on.I felt like crying.In moments like this, I feel more vulnerable. The fact that he's introducing me to the people who are important to him, it made me feel special, and somewhat... important.I felt his hand squeezed me on my waist very gently. "Go on," he mouthed to me, and like magic, it gave me the courage to continueFacing the important people in his life, I bent my body a little to pay respect. "G-Good morning, ma'am, sir..." I meekly said, stuttering.They seemed warm and kind, though. It's just that... I am so anxious."No need to be so formal to us, young lady. You can call us mama and papa as well."I raised my head to meet the older lady's eyes. I was taken aback.She smiled at me."Come here."
Khein didn't want to wake up to his secretary, and thus he stayed there, motionless, for about a few hours just so she could be comfortable. And to be honest, Khein had never felt so comfortable in his whole life than their position right now. To be able to hold her in his arms was too much for a weak man like him.They stayed there, in his childhood bed, for hours. It was as if they had their own worlds together, they cannot be disturbed and separated. Not at all...The afternoon strikes and the two woke up eventually. By that time they had fully regained their energies and were good to mingle with the old couple.He only watched how comfortable and soft Rosey is towards his grandparents. He honestly didn't think she would be very fond of them as well as they would be fond of her. Rosey just has this mysterious personality that no one will be able to notice and expect. She's one unpredictable fella.However, he must be too quick to judge. Khein felt guilty for even having the seed of
Emma left the room to give us some space and privacy. I clenched my fist as the tension between us thicken. I didn’t expect him to be back all of a sudden. Perhaps, it is a good thing as well."I don't want to stay here anymore," I declared with a steely gaze, my determination to leave this house firm in my mind. The sense of betrayal had eroded my trust in everyone around me, leaving me with a deep-seated desire to escape. "I will leave this house," I added, my voice steady despite the storm of emotions within.His eyes sharpened, and the tension in the room heightened as he gritted his teeth. My heart raced, but I maintained a composed exterior, unwilling to let him perceive any vulnerability. "Leave, you say? Ophelia, this is our house," he retorted after a brief pause, his voice laced with controlled intensity as if he were suppressing an inner turmoil. "You cannot leave."“Why not?” I hissed, my gaze narrowing into slits as I gritted my teeth. “Why can’t I leave?”“Because I don’
Emma left the room to give us some space and privacy. I clenched my fist as the tension between us thicken. I didn’t expect him to be back all of a sudden. Perhaps, it is a good thing as well."I don't want to stay here anymore," I declared with a steely gaze, my determination to leave this house firm in my mind. The sense of betrayal had eroded my trust in everyone around me, leaving me with a deep-seated desire to escape. "I will leave this house," I added, my voice steady despite the storm of emotions within.His eyes sharpened, and the tension in the room heightened as he gritted his teeth. My heart raced, but I maintained a composed exterior, unwilling to let him perceive any vulnerability. "Leave, you say? Ophelia, this is our house," he retorted after a brief pause, his voice laced with controlled intensity as if he were suppressing an inner turmoil. "You cannot leave."“Why not?” I hissed, my gaze narrowing into slits as I gritted my teeth. “Why can’t I leave?”“Because I don’
I've already made up my mind. I'll leave this place. I don't think there was a reason to stay. They were all lying to me, blatantly telling me lies that were obvious. They were deceiving me.Staying became increasingly challenging, especially since my husband, the supposed anchor for my presence here, was consistently absent. Despite their claims of my marriage, their inability to provide any evidence, not even a picture from my own wedding, added to my growing sense of disillusionment.I hung around for a while, hopeful that they'd eventually come clean. Unfortunately, that never happened – not even a bit.It became disheartening and hard to trust anyone.Disappointment settled in, directed at every individual under this roof.Leaving now feels not just necessary but also freeing. Staying doesn't do anything for me anymore. The lies have unraveled, showing a truth that lines up with what I've been feeling.I waited until everyone in the mansion was sound asleep before putting my esca
“Ma’am, your husband has already left,” Emma said, her tone cautious as she addressed me. These days, I wasn't in the best of moods, not because of any lingering sickness, but due to the nagging feeling that something was being kept from me. “He has left for work, and he’ll probably be back a week from now or so.” I nodded silently, then took a sip of the tea she had prepared for me. The revelation that my husband had left bothered me, but I chose not to show it. Why should I care or worry? After all, he didn’t even come to bid farewell himself, so why should I react as if I were genuinely disappointed. “Tell me, Emma,” I uttered, my tone seeking answers. “What were we like as a married couple before I lost my memories?” Caught off guard, Emma hesitated, her usually composed demeanor faltering for a moment. I closed my eyes briefly, taking a deep breath to steady myself before opening them again to face her. “I-I really didn’t know much, ma’am," she admitted, her words coming out
I was back to square one. My husband appeared to be keeping something from me, and I couldn't shake that feeling.When I inquired if he was worried, he didn't respond. Instead, he abruptly left the room, seemingly ignoring my question completely. I felt bewildered and offended. Is he truly my husband? Why isn't he behaving like one?Following that incident, he didn't visit or contact me to check on my well-being. I felt disappointed.But then again, it couldn't be helped.Days passed, and the absence of my husband weighed on me. The unanswered questions and the growing void in our interactions left me grappling with a sense of isolation. I yearned for some connection, for reassurance, but he remained elusive."He hasn't visited or even checked on me. Is this how a husband should act?" I questioned, my voice tinged with a mixture of frustration and sadness.Emma, always composed, offered a reassuring smile. "People cope with difficult situations in different ways, Miss Ophelia. Perhaps
I took a deep breath as I followed him into his office. The man, who claimed to be my husband, seated himself at the desk with casual ease. I stood there, feeling like a fool, waiting for his next command. His expression soured when he saw me hesitating. "What are you doing?" he demanded, his jaws clenching in annoyance. I blinked, my mind still trying to process the overwhelming information he had just laid upon me. I was shocked and utterly disoriented, unable to pull myself together and act with a rational mind. I felt like a leaf, caught in the unpredictable currents of this surreal situation. "What?" he snapped. "Come here." I slowly and reluctantly walked over to his side, my thoughts still swirling with the revelations. When I was close enough, my husband extended his arms towards me. I hesitated, glancing at his outstretched arm. "I won't hurt you, okay? So come here now," he said, annoyance evident in his voice. Biting my lower lip, cheeks burning with embarrassment, I g
Staring into his stunning blue eyes, which revealed no emotion, I couldn't help but notice his tall, masculine figure—undeniably handsome and attractive. Despite his physical perfection, I hesitated to accept him as my husband. In my dreams, the man who claimed that role held me with warmth and tenderness, his gaze filled with affection. The contrast between those dreams and the current reality was stark.The man in front of me felt distant, his demeanor cold and uninviting. An invisible barrier seemed to separate us, making it hard for me to connect the dream figure with the person standing before me. The discrepancy between the dream's warmth and the real-world chill heightened my confusion and left me questioning the authenticity of this man's claim to be my husband.I must have stood there like an idiot for what felt like an eternity. My gaze was fixed on him, my lips parting and closing like a gaping fish. Describing my state as surprised would be a severe understatement—I was ut
It felt as though the world had turned upside down, my head throbbing painfully as I attempted to recall the events that transpired during my time in a coma. The last tangible memory I could grasp was being in... a dark room.And beyond that point, my recollections became an impenetrable fog, leaving me grappling with the disorienting void that stretched between the past and my current state of consciousness.I gazed at the coffee cradled in my hands, its warmth and the sweet aroma wafting up, stirring a nostalgic feeling within me. Yet, my mind struggled to unravel the threads of memory, unable to pinpoint when or where I had last experienced this sensation. Was this scenario familiar, or was it a moment my consciousness had yet to encounter?“It’s time for your medicine now, ma’am,” Emma said as she handed me the pills that I have been taking for a month. Yes, it has been a month, and up until now I was still pondering what really happened, who am I, and where the hell I am. The onl
I jolted awake, gasping for breath, my eyes fluttering open to the harsh reality of my bedroom. Sweat trickled down from my forehead, soaking through the sheets as I grappled with the remnants of a haunting dream—a nightmare that lingered in my waking mind. As I lay there, heart racing and senses on high alert, I couldn't shake off the lingering unease that the dream left in its wake. The echo of a distant scream, the shadows that danced malevolently in the corners of my mind—everything felt vivid and disconcerting. I took a deep breath, attempting to shake off the remnants of the nightmare. Yet, the tendrils of fear still clung stubbornly, leaving me with an unsettling awareness that the boundary between dreams and reality was thinner than I had ever imagined. "Good morning," a voice suddenly exclaimed, prompting me to turn my gaze towards its source. There stood a woman in her mid-twenties, adorned in what appeared to be a maid's uniform. A tray laden with breakfast delicacies res