Aysel let out an exhausted sigh, "Today is going to be a tough day for sure,” She thought to herself, collapsing on her bed with her back and the mattress bounced softly, her petite body sinking into its embrace. Causing her silky Brown wavy hair to spread out in waves as she lay on it. Aysel already felt tired. Fatigue took over her body even though she had not done anything yet. She had not actually packed her files and documents for the interview yet and she was going for a job interview? Could you imagine that? How could anyone go for an interview unprepared? Well I guess, it might only be possible on Aysel's side. Soon enough, Camellia entered her daughter's room with a tray of healthy food and fruits for breakfast. Aysel enjoyed the meal delightfully and later sought her mother's opinion on her appearance before preparing to leave.On her way out, Camellia kissed Aysel’s forehead wishing the best for her on her first job. Camellia was happy to finally see her daughter go

"Is she the one?" his frigid, husky voice cut through the air as he asked the receptionist, who seemed pleased to have the company's security guard by her side."Yes, throw her out of here," the receptionist commanded, giving Aysel a hard glare. "She's tarnishing the company's image with her outdated appearance and small figure. She's not worth working here."Aysel couldn't believe what she was hearing. "How does my appearance really matter? I'm a qualified graduate with excellent grades. I know I'm worth the job. I really need the money, it's my priority right now. Please don't throw me out for such shallow reasons," she pleaded, putting her hands together in front of the guard. But it seemed like the guard was hesitant to go against the receptionist's command. Ignoring Aysel's pleas, the security guard commanded her to leave. But Aysel was determined not to go, especially without speaking to Mr. Miller, the manager of the company."Don't throw me out like this. Just give me a momen

The receptionist watched Aysel storm out of the building, her face twisted with curiosity as she tried to decipher what had caused such a strong reaction from her. Aysel's previously soft expression had morphed into one of irritation, her wavy hair bouncing as she made her way out in a rage, not sparing the receptionist a single glance. The receptionist couldn't help but feel relieved as she watched Aysel storm out. She was glad things hadn't gone well between them. Despite not witnessing the exchange, she felt confident in her assumptions, knowing the manager well enough to make a guess.****Early in the morning, the next day after Anthony had left his home in a trance without giving a glance at his fiancee whom he had badly knocked unconscious due to his unstable mental health. He stumbled into the Golden mansion, his movements unsteady and uncoordinated, a result of the alcohol coursing through his veins. Clutching onto a bottle of rare and expensive Macallan 1926, he weaved hi

A sudden realization dawned on him as he squinted his eyes. He discovered something he had never really taken note of in the past years he had known Scarlett. Did he even know her? He knew nothing about her! And it seemed so stupid and funny that he had already proposed to her and planned on having kids with her. "What is the meaning of all this sh*t?" Anthony exclaimed, feeling frustrated. "How could I not know anything about her? Not even her background or any of her relatives, yet I was planning on having kids with a stranger. What is going on with me?"Anthony was at a loss for words as he became wide awake. He struggled to understand how he could have missed such important details about Scarlett. He couldn't think of a reason behind what he had discovered and was left feeling confused and uncertain about their relationship.A thought hit him and Anthony flung his leg down from the bed decisively, his feet making a soft thud on the marble floor as he took long and precise strides

As Aysel was pulled into his embrace, she stretched out her hands on his chest and pushed him away."Who do you think you're talking to? A naive teenager with no brains? Do you think you can manipulate me with those tired old lines that guys like you always use? How do you expect me to believe such a fabricated lie that holds no ounce of trust for me?" Aysel scoffed at him."I suggest you go back home to your darling fiancée and try to make a baby with her. That would be a much better use of your time than standing here, trying to win back what you've lost," she said, picking up her bag that had fallen to the ground when he pulled her into the garage. Anthony stood there, observing the woman he was trying to help escape her poverty-stricken life, but she was being tough and stubborn toward him."What does she want? Is she expecting me to beg on my knees? Or perhaps I should bring flowers and chocolates just to make her believe me?" Anthony sneered internally as he walked towards her