Dorry immediately yanked her hand away from the man and hurried over to me.
I smirked. Her strides were so large, that she reached me in no time. And it seemed like she didn’t want the man to see my face—she even stood in front of me, blocking his view. “Nelson, what are you doing? I told you to wait outside! You’re so stubborn,” Dorry said angrily, narrowing her eyes at me. “You’re embarrassing! “Embarrassing?" I asked "You’re embarrassing me in front of my boss. Barging into the office without permission!” she added. "I got bored. You were taking forever. And besides, it’s scorching hot outside, Dorry, so I came in to cool off. Turns out, there’s an even hotter scene to witness here!” “Dorothy, who is he?” the man Dorry was speaking with asked calmly. His voice was so soft, so pleasant to hear, that I instantly knew he was pretending. Too good to be true—that’s how his kindness seemed. And poor Dorry had no clue she was just being reeled in. “I’m sorry, Hector,” she said, turning to him. “This is…” She paused, then glanced at me. Her look screamed, Don’t say anything stupid; just play along. “This is my friend, Nelson,” she finally said, still standing protectively in front of me, as if she was too embarrassed to introduce me to him. She even smoothed my tie and gave me a sweet smile before facing Hector. “Your friend—” Hector began, but his wide eyes stopped him mid-sentence. Of all the people I didn’t want to see, Hector was definitely one of them. Judging by his reaction, the feeling was mutual. His shock was written all over his face—not just in his widened eyes but in the way he seemed to hold his breath. I was momentarily taken aback, too, but I recovered quickly. I knew that returning to this country meant running into ghosts from my past. I’d prepared myself for this. I steeled my nerves. I smiled. “Long time no see, Hector! You look surprised.” I stepped closer, and Dorry immediately moved to stand beside me. “I get it, Hector. You weren’t expecting to see me again. And yes, I’m Dorry’s friend,” I said with a smirk, pulling Dorry closer by the waist. She immediately swatted my hand away. “Do you know each other?” Dorry asked, confused, her gaze darting between Hector and me. I squinted at Hector. He didn’t move, just stared at me, pretending not to recognize me. “Yes, I know him well. But I doubt he remembers me,” I replied, watching as Hector swallowed repeatedly. His reaction didn’t surprise me. Seeing a ghost from your past does that to you. But really, fate has a twisted sense of humor. In just a few hours back in this country, I’d already run into two people from my past. First, Dorry, and now this pompous fool. “Dorothy, he looks familiar, but I don’t think I know him,” Hector said, shaking his head. What a liar! I thought, but I couldn’t help laughing. “As expected,” I muttered. “Nelson…” Dorry scolded, pinching my back. She was desperate to maintain her image in front of this pretentious monkey. Did he really think wearing a suit and trousers pulled up to his chest made him look dashing? “You said it—you don’t know me. I won’t argue. Just make sure you stick to that story,” I said with a grin, winking at Dorry. Hector clenched his jaw but made sure Dorry didn’t see his furious expression. The moment she looked at him, he forced a smile. “Shall we, my friend?” I asked Dorry with a smirk, earning another glare. But then she smiled and turned to Hector. “Hector, thank you for allowing me to work with your company,” she said sweetly, extending her hand to him. “It’s my pleasure, Dorothy—” “Let’s go! Enough with the chit-chat!” I slapped Hector’s hand away just as it was about to shake Dorry’s. Their shocked expressions were priceless. “Continue your conversation tomorrow, when there’s no one outside dying from the heat or getting bored waiting,” I said, pulling Dorry by the waist and practically dragging her out. I didn’t care that her high heels made it hard for her to walk. Serves her right to smile so sweetly at another man. And when it’s me she’s facing, all she does is glare. “Are you insane?! Why did you do that, Nelson? You’re so rude!” Dorry scolded as we exited the building. “Fine, I’m rude. But that lunatic is worse!” I pointed at the building as if Hector were still standing in front of me. “I don’t care about your feud! And I definitely don’t care who’s ruder between you two. What you did was still wrong, Nelson. He’s my boss!” “Boss? What kind of boss? A boss who wants to get you in bed?” I shot back. Her eyes narrowed, and she let out a bitter laugh before exhaling sharply. “What does it matter to you if he undresses me with his eyes? It’s just looks. But you…” She trailed off, glancing down at my hand still on her waist. “You’re getting too comfortable!” She slapped my hand away. “You should be grateful it’s just my hand, not my body!” I shot back before running off. When I turned to look at her, she was furious, ready to throw her bag at me. But she stopped when she saw Hector watching us through the office’s glass wall. I waved at him, adding a cheeky grin. “Let’s go, Dorry. Your parents have been waiting,” I said as I got into the car. I saw her wave at Hector, who responded with a flying kiss. Ugh, what a pest. And Dorry? I wanted to pinch her. Smiling like that! “How do you know each other?” she asked as she got into the car. I frowned at her, and she glared back. “Didn’t you get what Hector said earlier? He claimed not to know me. So I guess I’m the only one who knows him,” I said as she started the car. “Yeah, I got it! But please, Nelson, don’t ever do that again. Stay out of my affairs. You ruin my plans, and now my job, too!” I let out a bitter laugh. “At least it’s just your plans and job that got ruined. Me...my entire life!” She looked at me briefly. “Why are you blaming me for the bad things in your life? You’re an adult, Nelson. We were both capable of making our own choices back then. If your life got messed up, that was your choice, not my fault!” “You never stop talking! Did I say it was your fault? I admit, you messed up my life for a while, but Dorry, there’s so much you don’t know about me. So don’t assume my world revolves around you. Just like you, I ended up on that island to forget my past,” I replied as the car came to a halt.Dorry immediately yanked her hand away from the man and hurried over to me.I smirked. Her strides were so large, that she reached me in no time. And it seemed like she didn’t want the man to see my face—she even stood in front of me, blocking his view.“Nelson, what are you doing? I told you to wait outside! You’re so stubborn,” Dorry said angrily, narrowing her eyes at me. “You’re embarrassing! “Embarrassing?" I asked "You’re embarrassing me in front of my boss. Barging into the office without permission!” she added."I got bored. You were taking forever. And besides, it’s scorching hot outside, Dorry, so I came in to cool off. Turns out, there’s an even hotter scene to witness here!”“Dorothy, who is he?” the man Dorry was speaking with asked calmly.His voice was so soft, so pleasant to hear, that I instantly knew he was pretending. Too good to be true—that’s how his kindness seemed. And poor Dorry had no clue she was just being reeled in.“I’m sorry, Hector,” she said, turning
"Get out of the car!"For a moment, it felt like my heart stopped—not because of Dorry's yelling but because the car came to an abrupt stop. It felt like my soul was thrown out of my body."You’re such a jerk!"I blinked rapidly as Dorry's long nails almost poked my eyes."Get out!" she barked, her tone sharper as she raised her hand, about to slap me.“W-why should I?” I stammered, finally managing to speak after holding my breath and letting her jab her finger at me repeatedly. Sure, I sounded shaky, but I knew she was just as affected as I was.Her face turned redder. Her lips quivered as if she wanted to say more, even her nostrils flared. She looked like an angry bull ready to charge at me."You’ve been at it, Nelson! Your jabs aren’t funny. You're just an attention-seeking lunatic!""Did I ever say I wanted your attenstion? And what exactly are you so angry about, huh? I'm just stating facts. Back when we did that, you weren’t mad. In fact, you enjoyed the ride!""Stop it, Nelso
NelsonI couldn’t stop myself from smiling. It was as if Dorry had just choked on her own words. That’s exactly what I wanted—to remind her of what happened to us back on the island.I wanted her to remember how she left me twice without a single reasonable explanation. No proper reason, not even the decency to talk to me.It’s not fair that I’m the only one affected. It’s not fair that I’m the only one suffering from the return of our past. I want her to feel it too.I thought I’d forgotten the pain. I thought I’d moved on. Turns out, I haven’t.And now that she’s my wife, I feel like I’m being tortured. Everything is coming back. The pain. The Hate. “Your face, Nelson! If you think I’ll believe what you’re saying, you’re dead wrong. My family would never force me to do something I don’t want to do!”“Oh, so your family didn’t force you to marry a man you don’t even know? A man whose name you didn’t even care to ask?” I ended my sentence with a sarcastic smirk, which made her press
After our secret argument, here we are, still going through with this pointless wedding. A wedding where I have no idea what the outcome will be.And now he's holding my hand to put the gold ring on my finger, matching the one I’m wearing.A family heirloom with a ruby heart-shaped centerpiece. I couldn’t stop myself from frowning as he slowly slid the ring onto my finger.Why would a simple guy like Nelson have an expensive heirloom ring like mine? My gaze shifted between his face and the ring.“I want you to wear this ring as a token of my everlasting love and loyalty.”He deliberately slowed down his words, flashing a strange smile and look, and then kissed my hand. He's such a show-off!“Everlasting love and loyalty? His face!” I couldn’t stop my lips from twitching.I wanted to tell the mayor, no need for all these words because we don't love each other.But I couldn’t bring myself to do it, so here I am, putting the ring on his finger. “I want you to wear this ring as a sign of
DorryWearing a pink wig, a white maxi dress, and my favorite stilettos, I walked confidently into the old municipal hall, a smile plastered on my face.I wanted to savor my last moments of being single—of being free. Because the moment I met Mr. Purple Tie, my freedom would end.Even if this is just an arranged marriage, even if it’s purely for formality, I know it will still have a significant impact on my life. Especially since I don’t even know the man I’m about to marry—his personality or true nature.That’s why I put in so much effort to look my best. I don’t want to embarrass myself. I don’t want to be judged poorly.I want to surprise my soon-to-be husband. I want him to see that I’m more than just wealth. I’m beautiful and sexy, too.Yes, I was forced into agreeing to this marriage, but that doesn’t mean I won’t try to make an impression. After all, I know he’s probably coerced into this as much as I am.They say first impressions last forever, and I’m determined to make mine
My lips parted slightly, but moments later, a bitter laugh escaped me.Is this real? Am I just seeing things?If what I’m seeing is true, then fate must be playing a cruel joke on me!"Why her?" I murmured to myself as my gaze swept over her, from her pink hair down to her stilettos.“Purple tie?” The words came out slowly, deliberately, from the woman who couldn't close her mouth. Her finger remained pointed at my purple tie.If I’d known she would be the woman I was going to marry, I wouldn’t have worn this tie. I should’ve listened to Jac and backed out of this.Then I wouldn’t be in this situation now. I wouldn’t be haunted by memories of the past.I’ve long buried those memories. I’ve moved on. Why is this happening? Why am I being toyed with like this?“Pink hair!” I chuckled faintly as I said those words, shoving my hands into my pockets and heaving a deep sigh.Her shoulders slumped. The shock I had seen on her face moments ago was now replaced with disappointment.Like me, s
NelsonI let out a deep sigh as soon as I exited the airport.I couldn’t help but give a bitter smile as I glanced around.I thought I’d never set foot in this country again. I thought I’d spend the rest of my life abroad, far from my friends and from the family that disowned me.But here I am, back to fulfill their demand—my grandfather’s last wish.“Sir Nelson!"Jac greeted me warmly. He was one of the few people I trusted.He had been my eyes and ears during the years I spent on the island. He was my constant source of updates about the lives of my former family.Before I left abroad, I attended my grandfather’s funeral. But as usual, they treated me as an outsider.They made it clear that I wasn’t part of their bloodline, that I had no place in the family—especially now that Grandpa, the only one who treated me like family, was gone.I had recently learned about my grandfather’s wish. Jac had delivered the news to me.I couldn’t help but wonder why they waited three years to tell m