I turned around and looked at myself in the mirror. I am wearing a backless dress and it exposed the rose tats on my back. The scars aren’t that visible either as it was being hidden under the tats’ ink but even if it was exposed, I don't really care. I didn’t dress to gain the audiences’ approval anyway and none of their opinions are valid. No matter what they say, I look gorgeous.And even so, why the fuck do I even have to care about their opinion when all they do was just gossip with everybody’s life? Couldn’t they just fuck off and shut up and just fix themselves first instead of pointing out what’s wrong with other people? They are no saints and none of them are perfect so what’s the deal about us being this flawed?“My lady.”I looked at Xianre as she tiptoed and leaned her head closer to mine. I saw her blinking her green eyes. “Lady Hanzel is outside with Sir Bryce.”The eldest young lady of the Green. I wonder what she is doing at a man’s house that has a lover? Does she in

His men called him Ace and I only know one person who uses that name in the underworld. That freaking mafia. There’s no doubt that this fucking man here is the man who I shared a hot night with years ago, the man who I should never met again — the mafia gang’s godfather. Ace, the mafia lord. Fuck! I should have never gone back to this bar!Ace stared at me as he caressed my cheeks gently. “Why not take off your mask and kiss me?” he asked playfully. I immediately pushed him away. “Enough of this already!” I shoved his hands off. “You’ll find someone else, someone better, Sir! Someone who could give you the same affection!”Ace chuckled. “I don’t think so," he retorted. “I’ve been running around this country, Mien, and I never found someone better than you,” he declared. “And I don’t want anybody else if they aren’t you.”Look who’s talking nonsense. I grind my teeth in frustration. “I’m getting married!”“I don’t fucking care.” He grabbed my hand and even though he was being gentle

I couldn’t say that both of them are wrong. Rather, from the member of the Vergara family’s viewpoint, I am also a suspect. I was there and I witnessed the murder, but I didn’t do anything to save that lady. I was weak and I couldn’t even save myself yet I survived. It wouldn’t be a big deal if I survived on my own, but it was the opposite. I survived because those who killed the lady helped me. No one would ever believe that I am not connected to those murderer.Few minutes later, we arrived at our headquarters. The Genod org’s people were waiting outside the headquarters and immediately bowed their heads after they saw us.“They still consider you as their superior, huh?” Dior commented after seeing the other members of the org bow their heads. I shook my head and looked at them. “You guys don’t have to go that far,” I declared. Calvin, the man with brown hair, looked at me. “That won’t do, Miss Mien. Most of us here owe you our life. If it were not for you, we would be dead by n

Bryce called for me right after I changed clothes. Now, I am currently being escorted by the maid on my way to his office. I tried to look enthusiastic about this since this was meant to ease my boredom but it's destroying my mood even more. I snorted before looking around.The mansion never failed to amaze me even after weeks of living here. The more I roam around the mansion, the more I become bewildered by their fortune. To flaunt their wealth, the Vergaras used such expensive stones in building the mansion. Even the chandelier looked like it was made of gold. The diamonds hanging around the chandelier reflect making some luminous lights lighting up the place. Even the floor costs fortunes.It must be good to be born with gold’s spoon, huh?The maid stopped in front of a big dark door and hell, it looked like a doorway to death. I feel like the maid was sending me to my last destination. Death.I took a deep breath before knocking. There was no answer from him so I decided to kn

I woke up a little cold. I quivered. The floor was getting damper and colder as the night went deeper. My vision got all blurry and all I could hear was myself catching my own breath. I forced myself to get up and knocked on the door hoping that someone was guarding the door outside but to no avail. I didn't think that they would really leave me here without giving me food to eat and a quilt to cover myself in the midst of the cold. To make my situation worse, the heater isn't working. I rubbed my hands against each other. It brought me a little warmth though it didn't make me feel any less cold at all. I chuckled humorlessly. I used to complain about our apartment because of its cramped space but now, I wish this room was a little bit narrower so it won't be this cold. Hah… I miss my home. I looked at the right side and saw the wardrobe. I already checked it earlier and it doesn't have a blanket in it but it was a little warmer inside. The temperature inside the wardrobe is less