** I told you not to sign any papers. Now he betrayed you. What are you going to do? Not only did you lose your villa but also you wouldn't get the inheritance from your grandparents if you don't marry today. This is an entire hell!** Eunice out of breath, keeps signing furiously. Her fingers are hurting but she can't help but feel so upset with her best friend who became so pushover and to herself that she didn't stop her properly.
Carol stands silently, keeps hanging her head down. She feels numb and silent inside her head. As if she has lost the ability to process what's happening. People are watching her with pity and sympathy. She always hates those pitiful gaze. Now, her love of life accepted her because he was pitying her. ** Carol!** She taps her shoulder, **What will happen if your family knows about it!? Remember the news of your wedding went to your family. What if they aim for your grandparents' inheritance. It will be a devastating situation** Carol's eyes widen in shock and hopelessness. That's true. The reason she wanted to get married in the first place was to secure her grandparents' inheritance. Her extended family abandoned her grandparents thinking they were just regular office workers. However when they died and left a will where they stated that Carol has to get married to start her own family to inherit all the property they left, her relatives started protesting the Will. She left that city but she wanted to secure the inheritance to make sure her grandparents' last thing was never disrespected by her relatives who left them like they never mattered. ** The Villa and the Car are still under my name. My Lawyer said that I can transfer them to him after the wedding. That's why I didn't say anything. So according to the agreement, he can only take some electronics and clothes I gifted him. Don't worry. He won't get the villa or anything else!** Carol informs. Eunice smirks as she realizes that soon that bastard will witness his dream to have his own Villa with his favorite woman shattered into pieces. **Don't let him know. Once he tries to enter the Villa, we will take the revenge!** Eunice winks at her and leaves to meet the other bridesmaids. Carol nods while her eyes get lost in the vast ocean. She was supposed to marry him in this gown that she personally instructed. Being a woman with money and a good job, Carol tried her best to make her childhood sweetheart happy. Troy is carrying lots of debt on his shoulder because of his study. That's why she was willing to give him a house so that he wouldn't have to worry about buying one. Her lawyer instructed her not to transfer the property immediately since it would be a marital gift from her to her husband. She reluctantly agreed and now she is thankful for this. However, she is lost on what she should do now. Someone from her side has told her relatives about her marriage and they have been mocking her and cursing her out. So if they learn about the wedding, and the betrayal, not only it will make her life hell but also they'll start protesting the inheritance. She doesn't want money but those last things are very meaningful to her and she can't lose them to the people who hurt her grandparents so much. As she stands there, in the ocean of silence, her eyebrows knit with a sharp pain around her shoulders. She hasn't left the Alter, Troy and the other woman are still there. ** Carol! What did you say to Eunice?** Troy almost snaps, signing. His uneven breath makes his agitated and impatient. Carol yanks his hand away from her body, staring at him with pure disgust . . ** Don't touch me, You jerk.** ** Jerk? What do you mean by the property isn't under my name? Didn't you give me the villa?** His fingers move faster, his eyes red with fury. ** Why would I give it to you? A jerk who stabbed my back? I raised you technically. Now you betrayed me!** Troy's face falls immediately, realizing that she isn't lying, ** You really didn't transfer the property under my name?** His expression changes into sadness from arrogance. She smirks,** No! You are just another -** The silence follows the room soon after, Carol's eyes widen in shock when a loud slap across her face makes her head spinning. " You Jerk!!!! What did you just do?" Eunice from behind kicks his legs so roughly that Troy falls on his knees immediately... " YOU SON OF BITCH. I TOLD YOU TO KNOW YOUR PLACE!" " Know my place?" Troy laughs, " This vindictive Bitch should know her place. If it wasn't me nobody would have dated her. She is a pathetic woman, a disabled person and a burden. Even her parents didn't want her. Do you think anyone will accept her?" While using sign language, he shouts, yelling at Eunice with hysterical laughter... " Nobody will marry her. She is a burden to society. So-!" He looks at Coral, standing up with a grin on his face, ** I will marry you now. Since nobody wants you, I will be kind and marry you. Let's go. But you have to give me half of your property since I am doing something kind.** Carol stands there in disbelief including everyone who can't believe that he can be that much shameless. Even some of his friends start saying something against him. Eunice just can't believe that this trash has been acting so sweet and loyal to her best friend all those years because he wanted her properties. Unable to hold her anger, she extends her arm to pull his hair, But --- Suddenly the entire venue becomes silent. The people who are shaming Troy being a gold-digger, even his lover who couldn't believe what he just said, become silent instantly. Carol can't hear anything, neither does she have any idea what's happening around since she can't stop thinking how much she has done for him but in the end, he turns out to be a gold-digger. Tears fall, not because she lost her love of life, because she is angry, angry at herself for trusting a scumbag. " What's with that long face? Let's go? Nobody will marry you. I will be kind enough to marry a burden like -!!" Troy tries to pull her towards the Altar, however, he pauses when he finds her standing there immovable. His eyes reach her other hand. And then he realizes why everyone becomes silent suddenly. Carol's eyes are on her wrist, being held by a firm and strong hand. She slowly looks at the owner of the hand, sitting on a wheelchair, behind him, three men in black suit standing there and a Man in blue shirt, standing behind him. She glances at the man who is holding her hand. He looks rather breathtaking than a casual handsome. Those dark black eyes are staring at her with no expression. But she can find something mysterious about those eyes. He is sitting in a wheelchair, knees covered by satin black clothes. " What's going on here?" Troy asks irritatedly, " Another disabled -!" Before he could say anything, Eunice punches right across his nose, " You are mentally Disordered. Oii! Take this trash with you, Trashy woman!" Eunice points to the mistress and yells. But she turns when the Man in the wheelchair speaks up, " Don't need!" He holds Carol's arm firmly, pulling her onto his lap, " They are invited to our wedding!" " Our?" Eunice raises her brow. The man in a three-piece suit, let Carol's hand go, looking straight into her eyes, ** Would you mind marrying me?** She looks surprised that he used sign language. He is breathtakingly gorgeous and she can't help but hesitate immediately. Also, judging by the bodyguards around him and the car outside, anyone will understand that he is a prominent figure and she can't mess with. She bites her lips, realizing that she might have a chance to get married right now. Although it's not the wedding she always dreamed of. Letting go of the hem of her wedding dress, she raises her hands and signs, * I am Deaf! I can't even speak. Will you be okay marrying someone like me?** The Man lets a chuckle slip from his lips before he signs, ** You are more than just okay. So, can you get married now?** " Wait!! Wait!!" Eunice, being in protective mode couldn't enjoy the show like other guests are doing. ** Carol!!! You don't know him. Are you sure about this? What if he is a criminal or something?** ** Calm down! Even if he is a criminal. He isn't someone who backstabbed me. Also -** She turns towards the Man who is looking at her already... ** Are you sure you will marry me now? In this venue? Right now?** He nods... ** Let's talk privately then!** "What? You aren't marrying him. You have to marry me. You bitch!" Troy, holding his nose screams, trying to attack Carol who can't hear him. The assistant of that prominent figure signals the bodyguards, " Tie both of them together and don't let them leave until Boss gets married! And Slap ten times on his face. As punishment for hurting the Boss's Woman!"It’s late evening, and the house is quiet except for the soft hum of the air conditioner. Everyone left except Carol. She just put Aria in her bed after a long day. Carol is curled up on the couch, absentmindedly scrolling through her phone, catching up on the day’s events. The soft glow from the screen lights up her face, and she can’t help but smile as she reads a message from her best friend, Eunice. After what felt like a long stretch of tension and uncertainty, Eunice and James have decided to try again—James is back, and it seems like they’re working things out. Carol’s heart swells with happiness for her friend. Just as she leans back, stretching her legs on the couch, the front door opens, and Damien walks in. His shoulders are hunched, his tie slightly loosened, and he looks exhausted. The stress from his day is evident, and he doesn’t even bother to take off his shoes before walking towards the living room. Carol raises an eyebrow, putting her phone down and watching
Aria sits quietly on the couch, her little body curled up into a ball, her plush carrot tightly held against her chest. Her small face is scrunched up, a mixture of confusion and sadness overtaking her usual lively demeanor. She can’t stop thinking about what happened with Julian earlier, and it's hurting her innocence heart more than she’s willing to admit. She is confused why Julian wants to play with someone else when she is playing with him. Damien, noticing his daughter’s silence, looks over at her from the kitchen, where he’s sipping his coffee. His heart clenches at the sight of her pouting face. Aria usually bounces around the house with boundless energy, but today, she’s a shell of her usual self. He places the mug down on the counter and walks over to her. “Hey, kiddo,” he says softly, sitting beside her on the couch. He gently pulls her onto his lap, his big hands rubbing circles on her back as he tries to comfort her. “What’s wrong, princess? Why the long face?” Aria d
The apartment is filled with the sound of the faint rustling of clothes and the occasional thud of a box being moved around. It’s quiet in a way that feels almost suffocating, the air thick with the unspoken tension that has been building for weeks. Since James hasn't been in his company, I couldn't ignore the situation. He wants to stay a few days to travel around the city. However, he has been getting lots of calls from his assistant. I can't let him slack off all day like a lazy ass. I sit cross-legged on the bed, staring at the half-packed suitcase in front of me, my fingers mindlessly folding the clothes I’ve laid out. My thoughts are a jumbled mess, as usual, filled with a thousand things—mostly about what’s coming next, about leaving and starting over, about the future that feels uncertain. But there’s one constant. One person. James. I can feel him watching me from across the room, where he’s leaned lazily against the dresser, arms crossed, his gaze locked onto me
Although I couldn't secure a position in the American branch of my company, for our best interests, James has asked me to work for him in his company. Although it's a new company, Damien has been helping him with lots of projects. We will leave soon. I have resigned my position. The bar is alive with music, the low hum of conversations, and the occasional burst of laughter as glasses clink together in celebration. The air is thick with the scent of alcohol, fried food, and something bittersweet that lingers beneath it all—farewells. My farewell. I should be celebrating. This is my night, after all. A send-off from colleagues who’ve become friends, from a place that’s been my home for years. A place I fought to leave, worked tirelessly to outgrow. But as I sit at the bar, nursing my fourth—or maybe fifth?—drink, there’s a hollow feeling settling deep inside me, like something slipping through my fingers no matter how tightly I try to hold on. Maybe because I acknowledged th
The apartment is unbearably quiet. I sit curled up on the couch, knees drawn to my chest, staring blankly at the dark ceiling. The only sound is the faint hum of the refrigerator, but even that feels distant—like the world outside this room no longer exists. James’s message from last night is still on my phone, the words burning into my mind. "Staying at a hotel tonight. Don’t wait up."He didn’t call. Didn’t ask to talk. Didn’t even ask why. I clutch the blanket around me, my fingers tightening in the fabric. The weight in my chest is suffocating, pressing down like a stone. Sleep never came, only hours of staring at the walls, thinking about the moment he found that ticket—how his expression darkened, how he left without another word. He knows. And I hurt him. The sky outside turns from black to gray, signaling morning, but it doesn’t bring relief. The ache in my chest only deepens. I can’t sit in this silence any longer. My hands tremble as I pick up my phone and d
Eunice, The morning sunlight drapes across the living room, casting a golden warmth over the space. Everything feels too still, too peaceful, as if the world itself is oblivious to the storm brewing inside me. James moves around the kitchen with ease, sleeves rolled up, flipping pancakes like it’s second nature. I watch him, mesmerized by the way he hums under his breath, his presence so familiar yet so foreign at the same time. It should be comforting—this domesticity, this quiet moment between us. But instead, my chest tightens, because I know that soon, everything will change. Since we have returned home, I have been fighting with myself for a decision that I thought was simple a month ago. However, his appearance, me falling in love with him again made that simple decision one of the hardest decisions ever. I haven’t told him yet. “You’re staring,” James teases, his voice smooth, pulling me out of my thoughts. He glances over his shoulder, flashing that boyish grin that u
With a long-suffering sigh, he nods. “Fine. I promise.” Aria beams, hugging him tightly. “Yay! My Julie forever!” Irene smirks, crossing her arms. “We’ll see about that.” Julian groans, rubbing his temples as Aria and Irene continue their tug-of-war over him. He has had enough. “Can you both just stop?!” He snaps finally, his patience finally breaking and wearing off. Especially to Aria who is clinging onto him like a slime. Silence falls. Aria blinks, her grip on his shirt loosening. “J-Julie…?” Her voice is small, uncertain. Julian exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair. “Irene, you always mess with me and now her, and Aria, you act like a spoiled kid whenever I talk to anyone else!” His voice is firm, frustrated. “I can be friends with other people! You don’t own me, Aria!” His sharp cold eyes shudders Aria who looks confused with Julian's cold and indifferent gaze. The room suddenly feels too quiet. Aria’s fingers tremble as she stares at him,
Julian narrows his eyes before walking towards the door, " What's their name!?" He asks. " Julie! You got friends. What about me?" She follows him hugging her plush. " I don't know her name but she is here to play with you!" Julian walks downstairs while Aria skips the staircases one after one. " Why do you have friends? I don't have friends. I want to be friends with your friend!" She keeps whining while running towards Julian. " Hi! Julian!" A girl wearing a beautiful dress shyly waves her hand. " I am here to play." " Irene! Why are you here?" Julian asks, frowning a bit. " To play -!" Julian barely takes two steps forward before Aria latches onto his arm, her plush carrot squeezed against her chest like a battle shield. Her big, round eyes lock onto the girl standing before them, her lips pursed in a deep frown. Irene blinks, then smiles, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Is this your little sister, Julian?” Aria gasps dramatically, releasing Julian just to s
Two days ago, Julian told her that he hated her for touching his homework. Now she is yet to get over from that shock. Julian barely stirs under the warmth of his blanket, his face half-buried in his pillow. The room is quiet except for the faint rustling of fabric as he tries to sink deeper into sleep. But Aria stands frozen at his bedside, her tiny fists clenched, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "He said he hates me…" Her lips tremble, but not from sadness—from determination. She knows Julian better than anyone. He can say all he wants, but the moment she starts crying, he’ll melt like an ice cream cone in the sun. Taking a deep breath, she clenches her plush carrot and prepares for battle. She sniffs. Loudly. A little whimper escapes her lips, followed by another dramatic sniff. Then, with precise control, her lower lip wobbles as she blinks rapidly, allowing fat, glistening tears to pool in her big eyes. Julian shifts slightly under the blanket. She s