"Mr. Brando, run! Save your life." However, Erwin remained calm. Haneul then walked towards Erwin. And just as he stood in front of him, he said: "Forgive me, my friend." After that, he shot himself in the head. Haneul's blood sprayed over Erwin's face. After the heartbreaking incident, the Baek family was buried on the same day, and Erwin received 50 billion wons from the Baek family (as compensation for Kyara's hostility). "Kyara is already in prison. The Baek family is all dead. And the sex tape has been deleted from the internet. Let's see what people say." Erwin then watched the press conference video that has been uploaded on Utube. Then, he opened the comment section and read what people's comment."Guys, it turns out that the girl in the sex tape is Mr. Brando's wife. No one knows where they live. And from what I hear, they live in an ordinary house. How cool is that? He's very rich, but he choose a simple life.""Too bad, that Nattie is someone's wife. I thought she wa
Paula stayed in their house for almost four months. And Nadya really suffered because of it. Just imagine, Nadya had to cook her too, She wash her clothes, and even prepare beds for them."I hope Paula dies with her intestines blown out." Nadya complained.Nadya's heart was cut into pieces when she saw Erwin and Paula making out in front of her. Even, they made love in the living room. Her husband made love to another woman and she was forced to watch it. Even after Nadya caught them, they didn't stop or at least moved to a more private place."Don't mind him, baby. Come on, I'm about to cum." Erwin said at the time.When she saw how Paula kissed Erwin, Nadya wanted to take a kitchen knife and stab Paula in the heart, but if she disturbed them even a little, Erwin would burn her feet with cigarette butts.Day after day, they continued to get crazier. Nadya always heard erotic sounds from the bedroom and bathroom. The sounds must have come from Erwin and Paula. The moans were deafening
In the beautiful times, I had a wife. Her name is Nadya. She is a simple woman, just like her name. I married Nadya when she was 19, which is too early to marriage in this day. Usually, marrying at such a young age for modern society means that the girl has been pregnant. The pregnant girl must be matched to the man who impregnated her to hide the family disgrace. Modern society, especially modern girls, tends to choose to marry at an older age. They will finish their education at university and then work before finally getting married and having their own family. That's one of the things that made my marriage with Nadya a little different; besides, we are from a really different culture. Nadya lives in a slum village called Luzbell Village, while I live in a big modern town called Seiraah. Uniquely, the town I live in is directly adjacent to the village where Nadya lives. Luzbell village, where Nadya lives, is a slum, but access to education is very lacking in this village. In Luzb
Unlike Nadya, who are low educated, I entered the best schools and universities before I finally got bored with college assignments and decided to start my own business."I'm stuffed up with the assignments from my professor; I was had enough. It's time for me to give up on university education and go to real-life education. I want to start my own business, Mother."That's what I told my mother at the time. My mother, Jayna Brando, supported my decision to start my own company. It's not a big problem because my mother has always supported my decisions as far as I know. My mother said:"You can do whatever you want, Erwin. Be a rich man and destroy the self-esteem that your abusive father had built this far."It's true what she says. Father is the natural source of torment and trouble. I hate him more than I hate the aggressive female lecturer who used to give me extra assignments to get my attention. The real problem came from my father. Although I had gr
It was so horrible to remember. That woman, Mrs Souza, my own neighbour, tried to touch me. In fact, she didn't just try, but she managed to get what she wanted; touching me. I got along well with her because she had been our neighbour for a long time. She is a 32-year-old woman who lives in solitary. They said that she was married and lived with her husband before her husband died in an accident. The neighbours and people who live in the Seiraah town continue to gossip about her. They say she is the one who killed her own husband in the accident, but there is not enough evidence, so she was released from an accusation of the prison sentence. They also say that she is a mad and dangerous woman. My mother and I never believed the rumours because Mrs Souza was a perfect neighbour. She is also friendly and fun. One weekend, she visited our house and said it would be her last visit because she will move to another city tomorrow. At first, nothing strange happened. Until she asked me to h
The marjoria nightclub is our university's most popular entertainment venue. It is said that this nightclub was named the "Marjoria" nightclub after the eldest daughter of the nightclub owner. The owner was depressed and went crazy after his daughter was found dead from an overdose of illegal drugs in her room. Many say that Marjoria committed suicide on purpose, for whatever reason, no one ever knows. The origin story of the Marjoria nightclub has become the most famous urban legend at our university. It is told from generation to generation, from old lecturers to new lecturers. Not infrequently, exaggerated rumours arise about this nightclub. There used to be a senior who told his juniors about the nightclub behind the university. "Anyone who comes and gets drunk there will die," he said to the youngsters on fresher's weeknight. A far-fetched statement is even too ridiculous to scare the new students during fresher's week. Maybe he should have said that to an elementary school kid
“I'm tired of Utopia girls, mother,” I told my mother when I visited her that day. I was 24 years old, graduated, and founded my textile business when I realised how boring it was to date girls from the Utopia. They were always the same, adoring my physical appearance as if it was the only good thing about me. So often, they praise me for my good looks; I'm getting sick of it. I don't mean to be arrogant, but believe me, being looked at from head to toe by a girl turns out to be annoying. There used to be a girl who gave me a love letter; she said, "I believe in my feelings, I have been watching you for months". Doesn't anyone realise how terrible it is? Does the strange girl say that she was often watching me without me knowing her existence? I don't know how much the girl has peeked at me. I was feeling sick. She was just like a crazy stalker. Another competitor of my textile business said, "The company's stock rose just because of his handsome face". He never knew how hard I tried
"You...Your name is Nadya?""Yes, my name is Nadya.""Are you 19 years old?""I am""Wait a minute," I told her."What is it? What are you going to do?""Wait a minute, Nadya. Don't go anywhere. Stay here."I went to my mother, who was in the car. I really hope the Fairy-tale beauty is the real Nadya that my mother talking about."Mother, I found Nadya," I said."Wait, what? but how can that be?""She's there. I'll bring her here."I turned around and didn't see Nadya there until... I saw her running away from me. What the hell was she doing? I will not let her go, so I chased her. We were running in the rain, but why was that girl trying to run away from me? Oh my god, I just rediscovered these mysterious eyes, the girl who looks so sensual even in a long dress, the fairy-tale beauty I saw years ago. I don't want to lose her again."Nadya... Wait, Nadya!" She glanced over. I saw the expression on her face. She was terrified. She ran faster, but I was able to catch her. Honestly, her