Chapter 6: The Fiancée's Newsletter

"Those that go searching for love only make manifest their lovelessness, and the loveless never find love, only the loving find love, and they never have to seek for it."

~ D. H. Lawrence~

Makris Andino's POV

I signed in frustration, gazing at my father, who values outsiders over his very own. Urso Andino. The monarch that rules the generational legacy. I have a crucial meeting throughout today; I had to cancel today's presentation board meeting with the directors from China because my father asked me to do so; he had been chattering for too long, and it got on my nerve sitting close to him because we aren't the conversational companions.

"Adriano," he calls at the lost-in-thought me. "Are you even listening?" he added.

That's what he always calls me, but I don't fancy the name much. It's only who knows me from home that calls me that. But recently, the term has been flying over the tabloids—Who the hell even made it known to the public.

"Yes, father!" I turned to stare at him.

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