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She looked at him, a mixture of pain and suffering in her tear-streaked eyes. "Why? Why can't you?" she asked, voice quivering in sheer confusion. Kaname touched her right cheek, languorously stroking it upwards until it reached the corner of her eye, and wiped the small bead of tear that was about to fall. How could he treat me so gently like this? And make me cry simultaneously? "Sachie, I can give you a lot of reasons, but it would be just excuses. All I can say is this is me, it's either you take me as I am or..." his eyes were like arrows penetrating through her very soul. "I go out of this door. Once I go, I might not return..."
Sachie carefully adjusted the neckline of her off-shoulder dress. It's already night time and she would have changed into a more casual attire. Unfortunately, her suitcase that has all of her change of clothes is locked on the trunk of Hiro's car. And she could not see him.
Probably enjoying the rest of the night with his wife, she sighed.
She looked at her soles which started to feel sore wearing her 5 inches stilettoes. Why did she ever wear them?
Yes, it's because she wanted to look great with her dress as a secondary sponsor in the wedding of her father, Yukio Yamashita, and his new wife, Andrea Castillo. Who could blame her? With her height of only 151cm, she definitely, badly, needs to wear heeled shoes.
Whose fault is this anyway? She is the only one in her family who is less than 160cm. Her father is 173cm, her deceased mother was 162cm, and her brother is 178cm. Even her half-sister, Ivy, is 163cm.
Why?
Was she cursed when she was born to be a little lady forever?
"Hello there, little lady, "
The way her thoughts were going, she would be so delighted to bare her fangs on the first person who would call her 'little'. As she turned her head, she was so ready to snap and throw a fistful of swear words, if only...
He is not him.
Instead of swear words, the first word that came to her mind was, 'OMG'.
Yes, Oh My God. Looking at her with an amused look on his devilishly handsome face, is Kaname Hill, her brother's best friend.
She almost literally have to touch her jaw and put them back together as she looked gaping at Kaname. Upon realizing her horrible appearance due to his amused look, she turned her face back and tried to calm her senses.
'Don't be too obvious, Sachie. You are facing the God of Pheromones. One wrong move and you'll get pregnant.'
She inhaled and exhaled a few times before she was able to muster her courage, stood up, and turned to face him.
"Hello, Big brother Kaname, " she said, masking her excitement with her sweet smile.
Kaname grinned at her, obviously noticing her dilemma as she winced with her sore feet. They are literally red, after all.
"You don't look good, little lady. What's wrong?"
Little lady. The heck!
"Big bro, will you please stop calling me like that? I'm not a...little lady anymore." There it goes, she finally said it. She is literally a little lady, but she's already 22 years old, and already a Bachelor's degree holder. Plus, only her height is little.
She pushed her chest forward, trying to emphasize that she is not a little lady anymore. She has a big 'front' and a big 'back'. Most of her classmates in the university called her little Kardashian, owing to her hour-glass figure.
Kaname's eyes looked a bit lower, and a twinkle in his eyes told Sachie that he just thought of something perverted against her. Her cheeks reddened at the thought.
Careful Sachie, you don't want to be a pregnant virgin, right?
"Will you stop looking at me like that, Big bro?" she said, hiding her embarrassment with a hint of annoyance.
"Like what?" Kaname asked, stroking his chin as he turned his face to meet her lovely little eyes.
"Like you will impregnate me." She snapped, and was almost wished to be invisible when he laughed out loud. Some visitors stared at them, hearing his hearty laughter. She was so embarrassed.
"Shhhh!" Sachie said, placing one finger over her pink lips.
It took a while before Kaname's laugher died. Even so, he was holding his stomach as he suppressed to laugh more. Sachie just looked at him, wondering why even laughing, he still looks so good.
"Sorry, little lady..."
"I told you, stop calling me little lady!" she snapped, already at the verge of her patience.
Kaname finally stopped laughing and looked at her intently, she felt her heart would pop out of her chest any moment.
This is not good, if he keeps on looking at me like this, I'll be having a heart attack!
"Ok, then you must stop calling me Big bro as well." He said, obviously teasing. "Just call me Kaname from now on, and I will stop calling you little lady, Sachie." He added.
"Ok, " she said, crossing her arms on her chest, further enhancing her size.
Although her dress is off-shoulder, the neckline was not too low to show her cleavage. It was actually one of those old designs that only show a peek of her collarbones and part of her shoulders.
"That's better, " Kaname said, and before she knew what happened, she was already on his arms.
"What the... put me down!" She gritted her teeth so as not to shout in the middle of the party. Although the party has been over for an hour already, still, many visitors remain. Mostly from the relatives of Andrea and Ivy.
"Shhh, don't squirm too much, Sachie. Otherwise ...." The look he casted her made her shut her mouth and covered it.
"Good, " Kaname's lips twitched a little as he walked out of the room. She became silent for a few minutes, looking at the direction that they were going.
"Where are you taking me?" she asked, still has her hands on her mouth, casting him a suspicious look. She felt that the excitement in her heart was turned to fright.
"Relax Sachie, " He said, not looking at her, and after a while, she landed on her butt at something soft.
He put her on a couch at one of the open cottages. The cottage was not too far from the others, but it was a bit darker since the nearby cottages are not occupied.
Kaname then sat on the same couch.
"Now, you can relax your feet, my lady." He said, winking at her.
Only then that she understood his purpose for bringing her here. He already noticed her sore feet and decided to carry her because she could not even stand, much more walk with her heels. She was planning to wait until everybody was gone then she would take off her heels and will go barefoot to her own room. She felt guilty because she has been silently accusing Kaname of lewd thoughts early when all the while he was just worried about her condition.
How foolish.
She lowered her eyes, her fingers fidgeted on her lap.
"S-sorry. Thank you." She said, feeling stupid whether to thank him first or apologize first.
Kaname suddenly leaned on his back, with his arms on his head and turned to look at her. She could not understand if he was looking at her with disappointment or something. But she was sure that his look was not that of a pleased expression.
"Isn't it about time for you to change your clothes into something casual, Sachie?" He suddenly asked, not accepting her apology, nor acknowledging her gratitude.
"Yes, but my suitcase is locked on Brother's car." She said, still not meeting his gaze.
"I see, and your brother might not come out from their love nest until tomorrow." He remarked casually, unmindful of the rise on color in Sachie's cheeks. She turned her face sideways.
"You want to go to my room?"
Her face snapped back to look at him. Did she hear him right? He is inviting her to his room, that's what he said, right? She swallowed and looked at him with disbelief.
They were born and marked to be together. Their love was thought to be one which could surpass any hindrance. However, Kana died. There was no foul-play seen on her demise. Ken was left devastated. However, Kana’s soul knew that she was not supposed to die so early. Her love for him was such that her soul refused to let go. She could not leave Ken, not that they just got married, and was about to start a family. But what could she do? How did she die?
With a hurtful look, she continued to watch Ken, as he watched Yuki. How long will she continue watching him as he watched her from afar? “Ken, please allow me to be with you.” Her voice was pleading, but his eyes were impassive. She tried one more time, “I love you.” He stared at her, his blue eyes turning bluer at that moment, “Kana, I don’t have the heart to love you back.” He walked away, and she was left behind looking at his retreating shadow. With a defiant glare, she promised upon herself that no matter how he will push her away, she will chase after him. She knows that she’s the only one who can mend his broken heart.
“I am here to give birth to your child, Mr. Iguchi. When my ovulation period is on its peak, I will let you know so we can have sex.” The cold, monotonous, and serious tone of Yuki Nakamura as she said those words to Eto Iguchi left him speechless. She is indeed attractive, and as a man, Eto was attracted to her at first sight. But her cold demeanor and uninterested glances she gave him made him unable to fathom her. He just turned 40, and his life as a man has just started. How could he have a warm romance with his wife who is as cold as ice? If he cannot find a way to break the ice, their lives might be broken. As Eto tried to get to know Yuki as much as he could, he realized that he was just seeing the tip of the iceberg. Sometimes, marriage is not the end of a love story. It is when a true love story begins – Elria.
“Hiro, I’m not lying, please believe me!” Ivy did not care about anybody else’s opinion of her, she only care about Hiro’s. He looked at her, disdain in his eyes. She felt her heart was torn into pieces. What did she ever do to deserve this? She bore him a child, but he denied it. Even her own father was not able to believe her. When all the evidence points out that she cheated on him, how would she be able to win his love back? “From now on, you will not get out of this house. You will only wait for me to come to you, as you owe me your heart, your body, and your soul. You will pleasure me until I get tired of you.” He said all the words slowly and deliberately, each word filled with vile meaning. It made her choke on her own tears, as she gradually accepted her fate.
Their first encounter was on a plane, but she was not aware. Then the second time they met, Ivy became a language tutor to Hiro, a rich and handsome Japanese businessman. Their encounter was not nice at the beginning, but their attraction to each other blossomed into a beautiful romance. It was an unregistered number and after a moment of hesitation, she answered it. “Yes?” “Come down in five minutes or I will go there to your room”. It was a crisp voice and Ivy thought for a while that it was a wrong caller. Then she remembered that radio announcer-like voice of Hiro Yamamoto and looked at the phone in surprise and anger. How did he know her number? “Mr. Yamamoto, you said I can have a rest today since I spent 9 hours with you last night. Are you going back on your word?” she inhaled deeply as she tried to calm herself down. She heard his breathing and thought that he really do have a sexy voice. “I changed my mind. I need some lessons now”, he said nonchalantly, and looked at his watch. “You have 4 minutes and 15 seconds remaining”. On the night that Hiro took Ivy home to meet his parents, a shocking truth about her past was revealed, and they were forced to forget about their romance and feelings to each other. How will they be able to fight for their love?
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Amy didn't expect that her husband whom she had loved and trusted earnestly for many years would be cheating on her by having sex with his secretary. When she confronted him, he and his secretary mocked and ridiculed her, they called her barren to her face, afterall, she had not conceived for the past three years that she had been married to her husband, Callan. Terribly Heartbroken, she filed for divorce and left to the club, she picked a random gigolo, had a hot one night stand with him, paid him and dissapeared to a small city. She came back to the country six years later with three identical cute boys and three identical cute girls of the same age. She settled and got a job but soon find out that her CEO was the gigolo she had sex with six years back at the club. Will she be able to hide her six little cuties from her CEO, who happens to be the most powerful man in NorthHill and beleived to be infertile? Can Amy and the most powerful man in NorthHill get along considering the social gap between them.
To the public, she was the CEO's executive secretary. Behind closed doors, she was the wife he never officially acknowledged. Jenessa was elated when she learned that she was pregnant. But that joy was replaced with dread as her husband, Ryan, showered his affections on his first love. With a heavy heart, she chose to set him free and leave. When they met again, Ryan's attention was caught by Jenessa's protruding belly. "Whose child are you carrying?!" he demanded. But she only scoffed. "It's none of your business, my dear ex-husband!"
Desperate to handle her grandmother's towering medical bills, Gianna agreed to a contract marriage with Tristan, the enigmatic man she'd once shared a one-night stand with. She assumed they'd fulfill each other's needs and dissolve the arrangement once the terms expired. Unbeknownst to Gianna, this marriage was a dream Tristan had clung to for ten relentless years. Certain she was just filling someone else's role, Gianna prepared to leave when that other woman returned. But Tristan, his eyes burning with unspoken emotion, seized her trembling hand and declared, "You’re mine. Now and always."
She was a world-renowned divine doctor, the CEO of a publicly traded company, the most formidable female mercenary, and a top-tier tech genius. Marissa, a titan with a plethora of secret identities, had hidden her true stature to marry a seemingly impoverished young man. However, on the eve of their wedding, her fiance, who was actually the lost heir to a wealthy dynasty, called off the engagement and subjected her to degradation and mockery. Upon the revelation of her concealed identities, her ex-fiance was left stunned and desperately pleaded for her forgiveness. Standing protectively before Marissa, an incredibly influential and fearsome magnate declared, "This is my wife. Who would dare try to claim her?"
The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling."