Marrying the Devilish CEO [ENGLISH VER.]

I closed my eyes tightly as he threw the picture frame he was holding at me. I'm grateful that it only hit my shoulder and not my face. As I lowered my gaze to the frame, a pang of pain shot through my heart. That was our family picture... now shattered. "How many times have I told you that I don't want you going out?! Can't you understand? Are you really that stupid, Symphony?" I bowed my head and remained silent. It's not that I'm guilty, but because I'm already tired. I'm tired of proving him wrong. I’m tired of always arguing with him. He always thought that every time I go out, I'm always seeing his cousin, which is not true. But I'm tired of explaining myself. It's exhausting to keep up with his anger. How many times have I tried to fix this family? I know I made mistakes, but I tried to fix everything after realizing the things I've done. I apologized... more than a hundred times already. But this man in front of me doesn't know how to listen. He loathes me to death, and

02: THE CONFRONTATIONSeveral weeks after that incident, I decided to continue living as if nothing happened. Thinking about it really frustrates me, so I always keep myself busy to forget about it.The election is coming soon, and Mama and Papa are busy campaigning. Because of that, Papa entrusted the company to me, so I became even busier. My father's term as the governor is about to end, and now he's running for the position of a congressman. I thought he was done with politics, but apparently not. Until now, I still don't know how he manages to juggle politics and the company. Just thinking about the company alone is draining me. Well, maybe there's no such thing as being 'tired' for a person who craves power.Since the party, I haven't seen Red again. I also avoided listening to their band's music because I always feel guilty about what happened whenever I hear his voice. Ever since that day, I curse all the liquors on earth! I promised myself that I will never drink alcohol agai

04: SWEET CONSEQUENCEI looked around my room for the last time, and a sad smile formed on my lips. Maybe this would be the last time I would see this place. My heart began to ache. Never once did it cross my mind that my own father would cast me away.I sighed for the nth time before dragging my luggage out of the room. As soon as I stepped outside, I saw my mother standing in front of my door. "Ma.""You're leaving..." She started crying, again."Stop crying, Ma. You'll get wrinkles," I tried to lighten the mood, hoping to make her laugh. I didn't want to see her tear-streaked face as my last image before leaving. "We can still talk through social media. Don't worry." I approached her and hugged her tightly. "But I'll miss you too, Ma. If only there was something I could do to change Papa's mind... but I know he won't.""Take care of yourself always. Even though I know Manang Anding knows all your likes and dislikes, I still want you to be extra careful. Especially for the sake of t

06: Claiming What's His Pt.1I stayed in my position, unable to move. My heart was pounding so fast that it felt like it was about to jump out of my chest.Wesley...The last person I wanted my daughter to meet was now standing next to her, talking as if he were a gentleman and not the rude asshole he used to be."My name is Autumn Melody. But you can call me Melody. My loved ones call me Melody," my baby innocently uttered. She still had no idea that I was nearby, listening to their conversation."Autumn..." the jerk nodded, looking pleased. "You have a very nice name, Autumn. It suits you." I noticed him lightly tapping Melody's head.My little girl furrowed her brow. "It's Melody, Mr. Wesley," she corrected.He chuckled. "But Autumn suits you well, young lady. And Autumn is my favorite season. It's too bad that the Philippines doesn't have that kind of season."Melody just nodded in response to Wesley's comment. Judging by her expression, I could tell she didn't care about what the

07: The Deal Pt.1My lips trembled as I looked at my father. My mind struggled to process what he had just said. "This is... i-impossible," were the only words I managed to utter."Impossible as it may seem, but that's my condition, Symphony. You have to marry Wesley. Your mother mentioned that Wesley is now pursuing your child. If that's true, then you can use that as an advantage to marry him."He spoke as if he were negotiating a business deal, as if his condition wouldn't affect my entire life. As if he didn't know what kind of person Wesley was."And what if I don't agree to your condition?"He raised an eyebrow. "Then you should start packing your things. I'll send you back to New Zealand, whether you like it or not. If possible, I'll drag you out of here."Another set of fresh tears streamed down my face. I couldn't believe how casually he said those words, as if he couldn't feel the pain with each word that came out of his mouth."H-How could you do this to me, Pa? Why do you