We had no time for our honeymoon, nor genuinely acting like newlyweds supposed to, but it was all right. I decided to help Hiro in any way I could for his plans to work out at last. His uncle had hard time acknowledging him in public, but he had no other choice since Hiro made sure that fact was widely spread by the media.
Hiro and Melisa created a story where a young Tsuchida heir visited his father's friend when the rest of his family died in a tragic accident. The boy then suffered from a trauma for a long time and only now he decided to reveal his real identity… The press bought it. None of those articles mentioned Tsuchida Kosuke's involvement. There were no evidence that he had something to do with his brother family's death. Hiro realized long ago that the main culprit would never stand trial for this murder. His plan was to take everything his uncle took from him, and bring him to jail for something else…
Tsuchida Ichiro, Hiro's father originally
Melisa led me to some conference room with a big screen and a remote control lying on the table. We were alone there, it looked like we were the only bystanders who were about to observe the board of directors meeting...I thought that Kaisei would be here as well, but he wasn't. It was relieving, I still wasn't certain how to react at his presence knowing he was the murderer's loyal dog.Melisa turned the screen on and soon we were able to see all nine people sitting at the conference table along with Okada, acting as a meeting clerk, standing beside the current Chairman. Hiro was sitting on the right side from Kosuke, he looked composed, but I could bet he was boiling inside being this close to his nemesis…“Are you nervous?” Melisa asked me suddenly.“Yes… a lot… but I have faith in Hiro,” I smiled.Okada walked on the platform and started the meeting, greeting everyone.“Let me present t
The election supposed to be made by a secret ballot. Every member of the board was given a specially prepared card to write the name of the candidate they vote for. Then the cards were collected and passed to Okada, so that he could read them loud. He stepped on the platform with his hands shaking, I bet it was a long time since he was that uncertain of his own position. He unfolded the first vote…“A vote for the current Chairman, Tsuchida Kosuke… Second vote for… Mr. Chairman… the third vote for, Mr. Tsuchida Kosuke as well…” he announced slightly relieved.I glanced at Hiro, he clenched his fist, but his facial expression remained unchanged. On the other hand, I was already breathing heavily and kept digging my nails into poor Melisa's hand. I guess, I was panicking for the both of us.“The forth vote is for… Tsuchida Hiro…” Okada squeezed out reluctantly, then unfolded another vote, &ld
Tsuchida Kosuke never made it to Police station. He used his connections to run away from police van, he must have planned it, just in case, before the meeting. He was now being chased across Japan, and the arrest warrant was sent all over the world. However, since he went into hiding, not even people from TK were able to find him… so far.There were no traces of Kaisei either. People from TK found out that he sold his all of the companies he owned a week before the board of directors meeting. It looked like he was preparing to leave. Perhaps, both Kosuke and him arranged that disappearance beforehand. That only made me more worried.It had been 3 months since Kosuke disappeared. I was restless. I could feel safe only when I was with Hiro, when I could hold his hand, or sleep in his arms. Whenever he wasn't around I constantly looked over my shoulder, even though Hiro set few of his best bodyguards to protect me.Hiro constantly traveled around to keep th
I dreamt about attending someone's funeral. There were a lot of people without faces, they were all wearing black, mourning clothes, silently waiting for the burial. I passed them by and walked to the coffin. I was terrified, but something was pushing me forward, an unknown force told me to open the coffin lid. I gazed inside and burst into tears. I saw Hiro lying inside it. My chest was torn by agonizing pain, I couldn't breathe. My mind kept telling me it wasn't true, so I clenched my teeth and looked inside the coffin once more and I saw… myself. There was my body, lying, without the last ounce of life left. It was an empty shell. I flinched, but strangely the view didn't surprise me too much. Perhaps, I was aware that after you get shot, you die… I used to think that stories where one lover sacrifices himself for the sake of another are nothing more than a romantic fantasy. After some thinking, I always laughed at myself for writing such cliché ending in
**WARNING** Dear reader, Before you read this book, be aware that it contains a lot of mature content dedicated for those above the age of 18 years old. It contains violent and bloody scenes, strong language, as well as quite vividly described love scenes. If you feel uncomfortable by it, I, as an author won't mind if you chose to stop reading it. My friend once asked me, why I want to become a writer. I've answered, so that I could at least control the lives of the characters in my book. My life was out of my own control since forever… Let me introduce myself, my name is Anastasia Kowalsky, and my story begins when I was 25 years old, and didn’t have any hopes for so-called “bright future”. I’ve never had the guts to follow my dreams. Since everyone told me that writing won’t pay your future bills, I’ve never even tried to study literature. I choose to s
After two weeks I was ready to move out of my old, run-down apartment and move into my living space. I couldn't wait for it to happen. I was so thrilled I couldn't close my eyes at night and even if I did, my heart would pound so loudly that focusing on sleep was nearly a mission impossible. But even after fourteen days I wasn’t exhausted in the slightest. All this excitement was overwhelming, but it was pure adrenalin. When I was finally standing by my new apartment’s door my legs were shaking. My hands were also shakings. Every cell in my body was uncontrollably bouncing like it was screaming with joy.
I finally started to write, or at least I really wanted to. I’d opened the text editor on my freshly new laptop and… stared at the blank white computer page for about an hour.“Why is it so hard?!” my mind felt like Sahara Desert, empty and dry. Then I decided to go on some web novel chats in search for any kind of help.“How do I start???” I cried desperately on the chat I found.
I froze while looking at his face. He eyed me up while smirking and said, “Hello new neighbor.”I was too confused with the situation, so I stopped myself from answering. I was simply too afraid of mumbling something embarrassing again. He was still holding my heavy package, the box full of books I mailed from my old apartment. Without saying a word, I decided to grab it from his hands. I accidently touched his hand while doing it