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Rescued By The Forty-Five Years Old Zillionaire. Chapter 5
The music played and my heart meant to dance with it. Somehow the shame I felt has disappeared. I thought that was all Marcov had ordered. But I was wrong because he also included cake for our dessert."I won't ask the price of this cake anymore. I might choke again if I know it," I told him. "You better not. We don't have water here, we only have wine, and then my saliva," said Marcov. I immediately looked at him. He was smiling at me, while his eyes were serious. I never mind him, as I thought he was just kidding."What do I do with your saliva?" I shook my head after my words.The music that was being played by the musicians around us was making the atmosphere romantic. I might be delusional but I think what happened to us was like a date. For a moment I thought of asking Marcov. I want to know why he brought me here. "Marcov," I called him, trying to get his attention.I don't want to admit it but Marcov was sexy when he removed the spread icing on the side of his lips."Yes, V
Rescued By The Forty-Five Years Old Zillionaire. Chapter 6
I can't say a word. I went with him without thinking anymore. I don't care where he takes me. I was shivering, in need of shelter, and still wet from the rain. Marcov's car entered a compound with a large gate. Is this a house? It feels like more than that. Para itong mall!"M-Marcov, you live here?"He nodded. There are statues outside his house. In the middle of the garden there is a fountain with various lights. Because of the rays of those lights, it's as if the water has a variety of colors, looking fantastic in the eyes.He held me, assisting me to step out from his car. My bones lost strength. I feel like I'm going to fall anytime because of the cold that almost froze me. My voice also seems to be gone. Marcov adjusted the drape of his tuxedo on my shoulders. "Let's go in," he told me. His hands rested on my shoulders as we entered together. When the big doors of his house opened, I couldn't help but be amazed. The design of his house was like a castle. The gold glitters i
Rescued By The Forty-Five Years Old Zillionaire. Chapter 7
The maids took me to Marcov's room. Its interior is like a VIP room in a world-famous hotel. The design is very brilliant. I'm only wearing a bathrobe now. I wasn't wearing any underwear so I was a little nervous but trying to be fine with it. I remembered what he said that he likes me. I was not comfortable thinking about that. I sat in a chair facing a large mirror. Also maybe this mirror is worth millions, its beautiful and clear, it is also thick. I saw his reflection in the mirror. I stood up and immediately faced him. He is already dressed but because of his meticulousness he always seems to be going out based on his clothes and the way he moves. He looks so expensive, no matter how many times I repeat those words I will not hesitate because that is the truth. "M-Marcov, sorry, I sat down because I was tired," I said to him, I immediately looked down. "Veronne, don't be sorry. No matter what you do in this room, I will not scold you. You are a guest here."I slowly lifted m
Rescued By The Forty-Five Years Old Zillionaire. Chapter 8
I have no words to respond to him. I just stared at him as tears rolled down my cheeks. I could only shake my head when he shook me twice. I think it is the end of my life. He looks like the death that would be taking me away from this life."Kalvis! Calvis, what are you doing? Stop that!"We both looked at Lita who ran in our direction. She was full of worry. "Why, Lita? Do you know this woman?! What's her right to enter in this house without my permission?!" he asked Lita. Lita snatched me from his tight grip. Only then did I feel that I was not in his arms again when Lita was slightly hugging me to give me protection."Kalvis, and when did you learn to hurt women? I didn't raise you like that! You are taught to respect women!"He was pointing at me at this moment, I looked at the floor. My vision is blurry because of the tears blocking my eyes. "That's not the point here! Why are you just letting anyone enter in this house? She's still even my mommy's favorite dress! Who is thi
Rescued By The Forty-Five Years Old Zillionaire. Chapter 9
I frowned, after the rain, I didn't know where to go. I don't know what tomorrow will bring me. I came out of the small space I was standing in. I felt that the surroundings suddenly turned around. I just closed my eyes when the surroundings suddenly turned black. "W-What's happening to me?" I asked worriedly. I put my hands in front of me, I couldn't see them. I heard a loud crash. I was weak, and gradually became unconscious. It was all just a dream, I slowly opened my eyes. I looked around, the inside of the room was all white. Next to me stood a pole with a white container hanging on it that only contained a transparent liquid. "Where am I?" I asked myself, staring at the small hose attached to my hand. I closed my eyes for a moment. Why am I here at the hospital? I have no money. What should I pay for the bill here? Marcov enters. Full of concern, he sat beside me. I averted my gaze from him. I guess my bad luck in life has gotten worse these past few days since he exist
Rescued By The Forty-Five Years Old Zillionaire. Chapter 10
I was left alone. I sat on the side of the bed, confused. Back then, I wanted to run away from my aunt and Chontel's roof, but now, I just want to serve them inside that house so that Marcov won't see me ever again. Everyone is probably waiting to find someone to love, and hoping to find someone who is ready to save them from the sadness that life brings. I was one of those who asked God for that thing, but I was afraid, and I doubted because Marcov Greyford was the person who showed me the motive. Do I believe it? Is he the answer to my prayers? I spent several days in the hospital. I could have gone out on the first day but Marcov didn't allow me to go out until he was sure that I'm really okay. He just tested everything on me, sugar level, my blood, if I have pneumonia, if I have malaria, and what else. And only then did he agree to discharge me when he found out that all the tests were negative. He said that I shouldn't be worrying about the bill because he would be carrying i
Rescued By The Forty-Five Years Old Zillionaire. Chapter 11
I got dressed. I stared at the mirror. He bought me a black strapped dress. He was thoughtful because he bought a blazer too, it would be used to cover my skin.I saw him bowing. I was a little embarrassed to see what he was doing. He was cleaning the stain on the seat. "Hmm."He stood up. He was sweating. "There you are. I just wiped it, so you can be comfortable later.""Marcov, I should have cleaned that up.""Veronne, don't be shy with me anymore. I want you to get rid of the discomfort you feel when you're with me."Even if he said that, I still couldn't get rid of my shame because of what happened. I sighed. I got into the car and immediately fell silent. "Veronne, I called an agent to find a unit for you. He said he will send designs so you can choose," he told me. Is this man really serious about what he's doing? "Marcov, you've spent so much on me. It's like you bought me," I said with a hint of humor in my tone. He had a beautiful set of teeth, I saw that when he smiled
Rescued By The Forty-Five Years Old Zillionaire. Chapter 12
The agent said a lot about the unit we entered. I can hear him but the words he said won't enter my mind as I only pay attention to the beautiful interior of the unit. Obviously, I was regaled as we walked around the unit. It has a large living room that is cleanly painted in white, some parts of the wall have paintings that were actually bought from abroad by famous painters, and there is a living room set that looks like it is often seen in popular series on television. The aroma inside was like a newly opened bottle of tequila with a chocolate flavor.We entered the room. The bed is big but it still can't occupy the wide space, it has its own comfort room inside, a small table on the side, a wardrobe with a stylish design, and even has its own TV. It has a nice kitchen and is very clean. The agent even tried to turn on the tap while explaining something. We went to the living room and the three of us sat down. He and Marcov were talking while I couldn't stop praising this unit wi
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