"How many men were there before me? None. Do you know how much shame I carry having you by my side as my girlfriend? Even your own mother is ashamed of you - you said it yourself." "I never begged for your love, Jun," I snapped back, tears stinging my eyes. "Why date me if you're ashamed of my size?" "Pity. That was it. I dated you out of pity. And yet, you're still so ungrateful." --- All Charlotte ever wanted was to become an actress. But growing up in a family that constantly belittled her and dating a man like Jun, who tore her down because of her size, made that dream feel unreachable. After a devastating breakup, she flees to the United States, desperate for space to breathe. But she never imagined everything would change before the plane even touched down. Now, she finds herself entangled with a mysterious billionaire - one who seems dangerously obsessed with her. Charlotte knows better than to trust too easily. But how do you protect your heart when someone seems too good to be true… and refuses to let you go?
view more“I can’t die a virgin,” I whispered under my breath. Tears blurred my vision, and then I said it again. I was going into an anxiety attack, my hands were shaking. I grabbed my hair. “I CAN’T DIE A VIRGIN! Please God!” I yelled loudly. I don't care if anyone was listening. A 29 year old virgin is just pathetic. My anxiety doubled as more and more cries and confessions of other passengers filled my ears. “I can't die a virgin”. I muttered again, my body shaking visibly. And then… two large hands cupped my cheeks. I blinked up, startled. My hot seatmate, he had shifted to the middle seat close to me. “Hey… it’s okay. I’m a virgin too. I mean—see? You’re better than me. I’m a guy… and still one. It's okay. ” He laughed sadly. “Here.Your oxygen mask. Put it on”. He said to me, breathing heavily. I was trembling, drenched in fear and tears. “Why does it matter, we are crashing anyway.” I said and closed my eyes crying silently. “Please put your oxyg
My mind was racing a thousand miles per second. Was he really trying to start a conversation with me? Or was he just trying to be polite because he noticed how much I was struggling? Maybe it was the latter. I glanced at him again. Sadly, he was back to scrolling through his phone. My eyes went to the nose mask, my curiosity eating at me. Why is he wearing a nose mask? Is he hiding something? Maybe something about his teeth he's insecure of? Before I could stop myself, my inner thought came out. “Hey, if you don’t mind me asking... Why are you wearing the mask?” The moment the question left my lips,I regretted it. Oh my god! Why did I say that! That must be offensive to him! What's my business with his nose mask? I cursed inwardly, my heart raced. I truly wished I could crawl under the seat and disappear. Who asks something like that? “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. That was so offensive. I apologize”. But surprisingly, he d
The flight attendant’s voice came through the speakers. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome aboard. Our flight from Chengdu to New York will take approximately 15 hours and 20 minutes...” Fifteen. Hours?! Fifteen hours with him next to me! The flight attendant’s voice cut into my thoughts. “We’ll be cruising at an altitude of 35,000 feet..” A short pause, then the safety briefing began. I wasn’t sure why the safety announcement sounded like a calm warning of doom. Maybe because my anxiety was already hitting the roof. I’ve flown before, but it all sounded extra dramatic now that I’m sitting beside someone who makes my heart race just by existing. I peeked sideways and saw him shifting in his seat, raised a hand to his hair, and—oh. He tied it up. His hair into a small ponytail, a few strands falling down his face. I noticed a dark tattoo inked on the back of his neck. And then on his ears, two silver piercings at the top of his ear and a tiny black one at the ea
I can't just stay in this awkwardness for sixteen hours!There's nothing wrong with saying "hello" first.I mean, it's good manners, it's polite, and it's not like I'm trying to start a conversation or anything, just a little greeting to make myself feel less awkward.That's it.So, I stole a glance at him again.He was focused on his phone.Okay, here we go."Hi!"Ignored.I tried again, louder this time."Hello?"Nothing. "Hi?"I waved with a bright smile this time. Still no response, eyes on the phone.He totally ignored me?!God. Kill me. Now.I swear, I could feel the heat traveling down my neck and up to my ears.My hand was still hanging in the air, like some sort of weird half-wave, and I couldn't bring myself to drop it.I should have kept my mouth shut and kept watching the clouds.Why did I even open my mouth?This is painful and embarrassing.I must've looked desperate and not loved at home.Well, the latter is true.At this point, I just wish the ground would swallow me
Finally at the airport, I thought I would feel that excitement, you know. That I am finally leaving everything behind but it felt colder than I expected. I will miss my sisters, and yes they can be annoying. I looked up, trying to blink back the tears in my eyes. People were moving around, families having a time, couples taking selfies, solo travelers scrolling through their phones. I sighed, opened my phone, and scrolled to the gallery app. My fingers hesitated before tapping: Albums → Recently Deleted. I found countless pictures of Jun and me. My eyes went to one of us, smiling at a Chinese restaurant in Chengdu. Then then of him kissing my cheek at the New Year's countdown. Lastly, the blurry photo of our hands interlocked under a blanket during that stormy night in April. It was weird how you could look so happy in a photo but feel like a stranger to that version of yourself now. My thumb hovered over the "Delete All" button, shaking a little. The phone aske
A WEEK LATER I made up my mind-I need a vacation. I need to get the hell out of house and forget about all of this. The heartbreak, the betrayal and continuous failed auditions. After I was dressed and ready, I looked around my room, then stared down at my passport and luggage, packed on the bed. This will be the first time I'll be leaving China. That's where my family has lived since Mom remarried and had my twin sisters. My stepfather, a Hollywood filmmaker, works in the United States. I was eighteen when Mother joined the film industry and the two relocated to the U.S. They visit occasionally, while I was left behind with the twins. I turned to my childhood sketch of me. I had glued the torn pieces together, and taped it back to the wall. "I am sorry I was mean to you, Charlotte. You are beautiful, kind, hardworking and talented. I lost it and said cruel words to you. Forgive me". I smiled sadly. "Charlotte, do you see my gold bracelet? The one my boyfriend Ton
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