MasukHello! This chapter marks the end of ACT 2. And yay for the 80k words! Thank you for reading, I hope you love the characters as much as I do.
[Maria]Damian’s father had just finished changing and came to join us. He chose to sit next to his wife.“Have you eaten yet?” she asked her husband softly."Yes. With a client.""Monteverde?""Yes.""We should've eaten together." Damian's mother pouted again.His father didn't respond.Then her face suddenly brightened. She said with a sweet and cute voice, "How about a dinner date tonight? It's Saturday night, after all.""Okay. If that's what you want."
[Maria]Damian's mother gestured for Damian to come closer. He leaned toward her, and she covered her mouth with one hand before whispering something into his ear.Something that, for whatever reason, I wasn't allowed to hear even though we were sitting at the same dining table.I didn't know what they were talking about. And I didn't really care if they were saying something bad about me.I'd always thought that sort of thing was normal, especially in the world of conglomerates where people constantly stepped on each other to get ahead.Still, if they did it here, it made me a little uncomfortable. As if being excluded was simply something I should be used to.I pretended to foc
[Maria]“Mom! Don’t just ask her that out of the blue.” Damian called out. “You’re making Maria uncomfortable.”“What’s wrong with that? Damian, you’re our only child. Of course you need to give us a grandchild to continue the family line.”“I know, but—"“As a husband, you have to try hard too. Drink some supplements. Don’t overwork. Eat healthy food. Do some exercise.”I didn’t expect this lunch to turn into a conversation like this.“Yeah, but we’ve only been married a few months. We need to—” Damian searched for the right words, “date first. We didn’t date before getting married. We need more time to enjoy our time together as a couple.”
[Maria]I hadn’t visited Damian’s parents’ house in a long time. I didn’t meet them very often either. His family wasn’t like typical conglomerate families that frequently appear at parties and events.In their circle, they were very selective about which events to attend, except for those related to the RQL Group, since Damian’s father was still serving as CEO there.They were on a different level from other conglomerate families. They didn’t need recognition and didn’t need to build connections.People like that had their own aura, and meeting them made me feel slightly intimidated.After all, I’m just the illegitimate daughter of the Wang family.
[Maria]“You’re right. I should have said thank you,” I said while reaching for his arm.Right now, all I could think about was that I needed to calm him down and reassure him first.Besides, Damian was right. Thinking about it, I hadn’t really thanked him since he got injured. For some reason, I don’t know why that sentence never really occurred to me.Maybe it’s because “thank you” is something I say when I get what I want, and clearly, his injury wasn’t something I wanted at all.“About my hand, I’ll tell you someday, not now,” I said softly. “But you really don’t need to worry about it. It’s a completely different situation. I just
[Hannah]Somehow, the anime turned out to be so good that Hannah ended up binge-watching nonstop with Kevin until episode six.She sat on the couch with one leg tucked beneath her, sipping from a can of soda she had helped herself to from Kevin’s refrigerator.The dryer had finished a long time ago, but she found herself strangely comfortable staying there. She was still wearing Kevin’s sweater along with the slacks she had worn to work that day.The ending song for episode six played. Kevin pressed pause and turned toward her.“You’re not sleepy?”Hannah checked her phone. It was 11:24 PM.
[Hannah]“Miss Barker.” Mr. Ed approached the long secretary desk. “Mr. Lee asked you to make him some coffee.”Hannah blushed, while the other secr
[Maria]“Mr. Ed, would you like to have lunch with me?”I thought I should treat him as a thank-you.And also keep
[Maria]I had just finished soaking in my private bathtub, a brief moment of relaxation before starting my day. The scent of aromatherapy candles spread through the bathroom, filling the air with the soothing fragrance
[Cecilia]The house had been noisy since early morning. There were the clatter of cooks preparing dishes, gardeners arranging orchids by the entrance, and maids who usually cleaned the house in silence. They were always busy when important days like this rolled around.The Wang family were used to a







