"What? A potential wife from the village?" "Definitely rustic and not stylish." Those were the words of Dante Julian Vascos when his grandmother was about to match him with a girl who was not from the city where he lived and was not on the same level as him. As if swallowing his own words, as if being hit by karma for his remarks, Dante, in his seclusion, met a girl he had never imagined. "Let's pretend to get married, so that your siblings won't act as they please anymore," Dante suggested. Keep reading and supporting my work with constructive comments. Thank you, and happy reading.
View MoreFrank folded his long-sleeved shirt; the man's burly muscles looked manly and sexy, making Sarah's heart beat faster. Plus, some of the buttons on Frank's chest were open, showing a bit of his broad chest. "Let me rub your back," Frank offered as he sat behind Sarah's back. Frank began to rub Sarah's back; not only that, the man also stepped on Sarah's shoulders to her head very painstakingly. Occasional sighs were heard from Sarah's lips; the woman felt her body calm down. "I can't believe you can make me this calm," Sarah praised. "Hem, I can make you even calmer," Frank replied. "Oh yeah? How?" asked Sarah with a chuckle. "Are you sure you want me to show you how?" urged Frank. "Of course, show me," Sarah replies. "Okay," Frank replied in a soft voice. Slowly Frank's hands massaged her shoulders and neck, then his hands traced her chest, making Sarah freeze while closing her eyes. Sarah's body is arranged in such a way by Frank to make it look comfortable; Sarah's head i
Right in the hotel lobby, Hector left Sarah alone, and while she was down, suddenly someone put a suit on her. 'Dante, I'm sure it's you," Sarah thought with an excited smile on her face, which she quickly corrected into a sad and sulking face. Unfortunately, when she turned around, the owner of the suit was not the man she expected. "Ah, Frank. I thought you were home," Sarah said when she realized that the man wearing a suit to cover her exposed shoulders and wet dress was her future brother-in-law. "Hm, you're such a mess, Sarah." Sarah nodded with a smile. "You're not going home?" Sarah asked again. "Ah... how can I go home, leaving you and my sister soaking wet? I'm waiting to see who comes first, and I have to help," Frank explained. Sarah smiled by trying to act gracefully to cover her annoyance and embarrassment in front of Frank; she was hungry for praise and wanted to look tough in front of any man. "Why don't we book a room here?" Frank asked. Sarah's eyes widened.
Dante moved closer to Sarah, then whispered something that made everyone curious about what the man was saying. "Even if you show your body to the world, I will not return to you; my heart is dead." Sarah bit her lip; it felt like her heart was pricked by small needles, not expecting that the man who was once crazy about her no longer had feelings for her. "How is Miss Sarah? Do you still want to go with me?" asked Dante. Sarah did not immediately answer; she froze silently with her eyes glazed over. "How? Why are you silent? Do you still want to continue?" Dante urged, not as it sounded; the man seemed so dominant that he dared to fight Sarah, who was a woman. Finally, Sarah shook her head. She might give up this time, but she still had other plans to get Dante's heart back. "Mr. Vascos, but this servant__" Dante immediately turned to Hera, who immediately fell silent, "What? is something wrong?" Hera shook her head in fear. "Why? Weren't you going to water her?" Dante asked
It seemed that Hera did not want to give in; she wanted to look good in the eyes of Dante and Victor, hoping that the two men, especially Dante, could like her courage in fighting Sarah. "Come on, my dear sister-in-law, can you not make things difficult for us who are having this event?" asked Hera, looking annoyed with both hands clenched tightly. Sarah flicked her index finger at Hera, "No, Hera, I strongly object to your used clothes." Hera was getting more and more annoyed; she looked at Jemima while snorting harshly, "FUCK! Because of a servant like you, everything is a mess." Jemima looked speechless; now there was another woman abusing her, and she couldn't help but cry. "Tell you what, I'll avenge your anger on that despicable maid." "Oh yeah?" cut in Sarah, looking pleased as she turned to Dante, as if implying something. "What are you going to do?" he continued to ask. "I'm going to do the same, but I hope you'll sit tight first; after everything is done, Sarah and I
Samuel and Mira's faces looked angry even though the couple was trying to maintain the pride that had been knocked down by Sarah's careless attitude, but there was Dante and Victor there; the two guests were more valuable than Sarah's cheap attitude, which should be dealt with immediately. Everyone was silent, all nervous except for Dante and Victor. "Well, it looks like what Mr. Victor said was true," Samuel said. "Maybe we'll meet when Mr. Vascos has time," he continued with a disappointed tone of voice and face. Dante seemed to raise his hand. "No problem. Let your future daughter-in-law be here; you can continue what you just said," he said. "I'm afraid you feel uncomfortable," Samuel retorted. "Of course not; let's have a toast," Dante invited as he raised the wine glass in front of him. At the same time, several waitresses walked over to the table and stood behind the guests holding what appeared to be very valuable bottles of wine. From the line of waitresses, Dante's ey
"Ah, well, I guess we'll have dinner first," Samuel said awkwardly. As Victor waved to someone, and they seemed to understand what he meant, one by one the waiters arrived with menus to fill the long table that was now in front of Dante as well as the Anderson family members. "Ekhem, Mr. Vascos," Samuel said, still looking nervous, but it seemed the man couldn't and wouldn't put up with small talk. "Yes, please if you wish to speak," Dante replied. "Ekhem, first I would like to apologize for the impudence of my second son's behavior," Samuel explained while glancing briefly at Hector. "As a parent... I feel embarrassed because..." "Hello, I didn't expect to see you here," someone interrupted Samuel, causing everyone to turn their heads towards the voice. 'Ah, damn. What does she want to come here?' Dante's mind looked annoyed. Samuel, whose words were cut off, also looked angry after seeing who the voice belonged to. "Wild woman," Samuel's snort was heard, albeit softly. "He
Egan turned to Dante, who was still curious about his question. "Because it's possible that your ex is also coming to the event," Egan replied. "Ex? Who?" Egan shrugged his shoulders indifferently. "Time to get ready, sir." Dante looked at the clock on his hand; indeed, in about thirty minutes it was time for dinner. He nodded at Egan, who seemed to be quickly getting things ready. Dante began to clean up, get dressed, and be ready to leave. "Looks like we're going to be late," Egan said. "Leave it alone, not an important guest; what are you worried about?" asked Dante. "Isn't Victor there already? I don't think it's a problem if I don't come," he continued. "Oh yes, your feelings are there day and night in this hotel; do you really not want to go home?" asked Dante after realizing that Egan had always been by his side. "No, sir. My place is by your side," Egan replied. Dante's forehead wrinkled. "Wait, what does that mean? I don't feel like asking you to be by my side for
Some time had passed, Dante had also moved from his seat, and Victor and Egan seemed to have finished talking. When Egan chose to leave, Victor chose to sit next to Dante. "Are you okay?" asked Victor, and Dante shook his head. "Tell me, what's the problem?" asked Victor again. Dante sighed in exasperation. "It looks like some weird old lady poisoned Jemima's mind." "Oh yeah?!" exclaimed Victor, looking curious as he approached Dante and fixed his sitting position. "Old woman? Who? Her grandmother?" asked Victor. Dante shook his head with his forehead wrinkled in thought. "Huh? no? then who?" urged Victor again. Dante sighed in despair, feeling like he wanted to go back to Redapple City, the city where his house was located and the city where Jemima worked. "Come on, man, don't keep quiet. How long are you going to listen to other people's opinions, and how long are you going to take insults from people who don't recognize you?" sighed Victor; now he was the one who looked fru
Looking at Julian, who was silent, Jemima looked at him worriedly. "What's wrong with you?" she asked. "Are you okay?" she asked again. Julian brushed off Jemima's hand that was about to wipe the sweat off his forehead; to him, it was nervous sweat, not feverish sweat. And he didn't need any attention at all. "Oh yeah, we'll be at the hotel soon; don't you want to eat out first? With me?" asked Jemima, offering something to keep Julian from moping. Unfortunately, Julian shook his head; he refused firmly. 'What's wrong with him? Why is he suddenly in a bad mood?" Jemima thought while occasionally stealing glances at Julian, who was more focused on driving than chatting with her. "Hmm, how about we have dinner together tonight? Consider it our first date." asked Jemima, trying to persuade. Again Julian shook his head. Jemima became annoyed with herself because she was confused by the mistake she made that made the man change drastically. "Alright, we're here. Get off," Julian asked
Coast Field City. "Let go! What are you doing!" "Help… help, help," Faintly heard a woman's voice screaming for help as she ran in fear down the alley where homeless people were resting. "Let go! Help, help, help!" One of the men among people experiencing homelessness woke up and raised his head, looking around. He realized it was not a dream or hallucination because a few meters in front of him, he saw a girl being chased by three men. Despite the many homeless people around, none of them wanted to help the terrified girl being harassed by the three men. They chose to ignore and pretend to sleep. ‘Alright, what a fool!’ thought the man. He remembered his recent unpleasant experience. Why should he even care about the unfortunate girl who was a stranger to him? Since everyone else chose to remain silent, on what grounds should he act like a hero? "Just take her clothes off! Let's do it here!" shouted one of the three men among the harassers. "Hey! She's mine, Sam!" an
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