My body spun violently and fell on the table in a bent position. My face hit the table very hard, while the back of my neck was gripped tightly by his strong fingers. "You have no right to property that is not yours because you are nothing. Even if you sleep with my father, bitch!"I struggled hard and turned around and my foot kicked right into his leg bone. He screamed and cursed at me, his legs thrown back while groaning in pain."Do you know me, look at me!" I said looking at him who blinked several times."Oh, you're not Edel?" he asked with a confused expression. But then I imitated Edel's voice, the first time I met him. His jaw was clenched and hatred was visible in his twinkling, angry eyes."You tricked us, you—""Your parents were murderers and what did you say earlier, your property? You don't have property, you are not considered to be in your father's extended family. Your mother was never recognized as part of their family. This is my company that your father seized and
It took an hour for the nervous system of my brain and body to normalize before attending the shareholders' meeting. Because the biggest meeting room was on the ground floor, I had to wander through several divisions.I walked followed by Steve from behind who was carrying several files regarding the largest share ownership and also the greatest power in managing the company."Miss Leah, welcome." said those who passed me. How does he know my name? I turned to Steve and he shook his head.When we entered the meeting room, there were already several participants present and all of them were men. They were surprised to look at me, almost all of them I knew them."Welcome sir.""Mrs Kickers, Leah. Is this you, are you still alive?"General questions for those who have known me for a long time. It's not surprising that they might not believe it until they take off the thick glasses that frame their old eyes. They were all seniors, much older than Anthony.All the crimes that Natalie commi
I stood on the deck of a fast sailing cruise ship, the wind blowing my hair, obscuring my vision for a moment. I tuck my hair behind my ear, looking forward. There was a figure of a man in a white shirt, who was standing with his back to me. That man seems familiar to me. His body turned slowly backward. His shirt billowed in the wind, exposing his broad chest. He smiled at me, holding out his hand and I shook my head, He's... Anthony. I woke up and my eyes were instantly fresh. Having no intention of sleeping anymore got out of bed and walked out of the room. I saw Steve sleeping on the sofa very restful. I walked out of the balcony feeling the breeze that was probably the same as the sea breeze, that I felt earlier. Like the first time, he showed that he had everything, "Tsk, the future Mrs. Anthony Kickers fainted while boarding the plane, what are you doing Leah." I've had enough of being bossed around by him and I hated his face that belittled me at that time. I realize who I
I was silent for a moment. Watching Steve so confidently offer himself to be the man who would replace Anthony in my mind. "What can you do Steve? I won't talk about your social position but about the differences in life between you and me. Maybe I still look young but I'm too old for you," I said. I walked into the pantry. Warm water might clear up a little of my tangled brain. Making a cup of hot chocolate feels delicious in mind. "By old you mean, old because of the year you were born in the world. Try to calculate how long you have lived in the world. Experience may make you understand the true meaning of life. But that doesn't mean you have more experience and are older," he said, without me responding. He walked over to me, pulled out my cup poured hot water in it then gave it to me after it had been stirred with additional pure milk. "Thank You, Steve" He also makes the same drink. Still, follow where I walk. Go to the living room and sit on the sofa. A man who looks matur
"If they ask about Nicholo, don't answer because there will be other tricky questions," said my lawyer.I'm a little tense, lies are not my strong suit. I could have destroyed myself. Act like a person who has multiple personalities. It feels too far-fetched.My arrival with Steve at the police station was greeted by two men in uniform and with firearms attached to their waists. Surely they want to interrogate me."She's still a little traumatized, so I hope you don't pressure her."My lawyer looked firm and encouraged me. I was taken into a closed room and there was only one window and a long dark glass. I think there is someone there who is watching me."Mrs. Azalea Himawari, if I open the population data I will find death data there. Tell me how you came back to life.""I don't know," I answered. He still asked me questions over and over again which made me annoyed. What does this man want?"Before I go crazy hearing your ramblings that keep pressing me to answer questions, that ar
"Mrs. Leah—"I sat limp on the chair. My legs are too weak to stand any longer. My head felt spinning. This feeling of dizziness may be due to shock over what I saw and heard today. Steve swiftly squatted in front of me and took off the high heels I was wearing. My feet were gently massaged and the pain slowly faded."You shouldn't wear high shoes when you're pregnant. You didn't forget to take your vitamins, right?" he said, looking up at me from below. He's like a talkative lover. Did he forget that i left the vitamins at his grandmother's house? Because I don't care about this pregnancy.I don't know whether I will be able to love this child later. Honestly, I'm afraid that one day he will ask who his father is. Where is his father and why did his father die?"Looks like it's out of stock, I'll buy it later—" I said.He immediately immediately called someone to buy me vitamins. Steve is so agile and caring, he is just like his father. I can't possibly ignore someone like this, righ
"You must not go home before all the toxic substances in your body are released, because that could harm the fetus in your womb. If I may know who the father is?" "I'm doc—" said Steve. "Okay, can you come with me to the room for a moment, sir?" I couldn't stop it, even though I wanted to say that my husband had died. There's no way I can say that I don't have a husband, that's embarrassing, isn't it? A little pity rose in my heart for Anthony's seed in my body. Can he feel the effects of the substance? My hand reflexively stroked my still-flat stomach, for some reason I felt guilty. I'm not trying to protect him, I may not want to but, he has the right to be born to see the world. Before going home, Lindsay said to me, "The seed in your stomach is Anthony's love for you. Allow him to live, he must be the successor to Kickers. You can't possibly rely on El." My inner turmoil and common sense always go to war just because I think about Anthony. Sometimes my head throbs badly when
I sat watching him cooking in the kitchen. A high chair in front of the minibar is a boundary between me and him. Like waiting for a chef to cook using an apron. Chef who is good-looking and is not boring."You like spicy, don't you?""Yes, I like it, just give me lots of chili powder," I said."But the little one can't accept spicy food yet, so I'll cancel okay—" he answered accompanied by a loud chuckle. How dare he play with me. Giving options but not saying, "Hey, you offered me, you also canceled is rude."He turned around and brought a plate of sausages with sauce. The aroma of the food is quite delicious. He returned to take several other plates containing pieces of vegetables and fruit."Pregnant women have to eat lots of nutritious food. Come on, or do you want me to feed you?"I brought my face closer and stretched my lips. What do you think he will do? For a moment he was silent and after that, he took a sausage and put it slowly into my mouth. It feels good.Steve looks em