I woke up with a terrible headache. The back of my head was aching as if I got hit by a brick.
I stabilized my vision before looking around the area. Where am I? The ceiling was high, and there were barely any lights around me. I struggled against the ropes around my arms as I tried to remove the rope.
But every time, I struggled against the rope. It would burn my skin. I hissed as I felt a burning sensation around my arms. I stopped struggling and instead continued to observe where I was.
It smelled like gasoline, and I could hear the sounds of waves splashing onto a wall. If I put it all together. I'm sure I'm near a seaport right now. I don't understand why I'm here, but there must be at least some way to get out of here.
"You're awake?" I heard a deep voice ask from behind. I didn't bother to look who it was since I was slightly frightened.
"W-who are you?" I stuttered and acted tough, which was a complete fai
“Dinner is now ready. Everyone go to the dining room,” called Randy, who walked out of the dining area still wearing his apron. “Yes, finally,” rejoiced Eric, who pulled me as he led me to the dining room. Everyone sat down on the longer sides of the table. But on the other hand, I sat in the middle facing them. Eric forced me to sit in the middle seat, which was not comfortable at all. Either way, I might have to get used to it soon. “Do I have to sit here?” I whispered to Eric, who nodded his head. “It’s a must since you’re the head of this house currently,” Eric whispered back to me. I guess this doesn’t leave me with any choice but to sit here. I sniffed, smelling an incredible aroma flying around the room. What is this smell? It smelled like roasted chicken marinated with rosemary and other herbs. Also, am I seeing my favorite drink sitting in front of me? How do they know that I’m addicted to this drink? I did n
My father just left me like that. He left me with nine guys who I don’t really know. Asides from the fact that I know at least four people now. The nine guys stood in a horizontal line in front of me, and I didn’t know how to start a conversation. I wish someone would start since I’m not that sociable. “It’s nice to meet you, young master. My name is Blake Stones, the leader of the group. If you need anything, please feel free to ask me. Though I think you wouldn’t since you at least know Joshua and Wayne.” I looked at Blake, standing tall with a brotherly-like smile. I have a feeling that I will grow close to him. His eyes looked attractive that I somehow wished I had those pair of eyes. Then another man stood out of the line. This time it was a beautiful man with shoulder-length black hair. Why do some men look a lot prettier than other girls? And his hair. His hair looks a lot healthier than mine. “My name is Randy Winhear
While I walked down the stairs, looking down at the first floor seeing familiar faces that included Sian, Jiang Yuan, Joshua, and Wayne. While the other guys who stood beside my father looked younger than I was. My heart was beating fast that I had to tell myself to calm down. If not, others might laugh at me, hearing my loud heartbeat. I don’t know if I looked presentable enough. To be honest, I wanted to look good since there were many guys. But at the same time, I told myself not to over present myself since I want to be myself. As I stepped onto the first floor. I sat right across from my father, who was drinking tea. It was as if he had been waiting for me since earlier. But I know what kind of person my father is. When he gets nervous, he drinks tea. I’m glad I am not the only one who was nervous. “Father, please explain to me what is happening,” I told him calmly and praised myself as my voice did not tremble.
When I opened my eyes and heard the heart monitor beeping. I knew that I had been asleep for a while. I remembered everything that had happened—and thinking about how I almost died scared me to death. I grasped onto the bedsheet as I thought I almost died back there. Everything was still clear that the words J told me still lingered in my ears. “Daughter of Harrison, not just a businessman, hiding me all these past few years. Is there anything my father is hiding from me?” I muttered to myself, staring at the ceiling. I gasped aloud and sat on the bed, looking around the room. Where am I? It doesn’t look like the hospital room. It’s more like a house, and the room was bigger than mine. I detached the IV needle, and my foot met the cold black marble floor. I walked towards the glass pane that was as tall as the wall. I touched the glass pane and looked down to see a flat green grass. On the side, there was an infinity po
I woke up with a terrible headache. The back of my head was aching as if I got hit by a brick. I stabilized my vision before looking around the area. Where am I? The ceiling was high, and there were barely any lights around me. I struggled against the ropes around my arms as I tried to remove the rope. But every time, I struggled against the rope. It would burn my skin. I hissed as I felt a burning sensation around my arms. I stopped struggling and instead continued to observe where I was. It smelled like gasoline, and I could hear the sounds of waves splashing onto a wall. If I put it all together. I'm sure I'm near a seaport right now. I don't understand why I'm here, but there must be at least some way to get out of here. "You're awake?" I heard a deep voice ask from behind. I didn't bother to look who it was since I was slightly frightened. "W-who are you?" I stuttered and acted tough, which was a complete fai
You don’t have to stay with me,” I covered half of my face using my notebook while Joshua continued to stare at me. If he continues to look at me like that. I might find things a bit complicated. “It’s alright. I told you having a change of space can help when it comes to studying,” chuckled Joshua. No, it’s not alright at all. If any of the famous girls see me together with him. There is a million chance something terrible might happen to me. As much I admit it. Joshua is handsome. His facial features are just something other boys don’t have. It didn’t look like the typical masculine or cold-looking guy. Each expression he made looked gentle, and not a single fierceness was hinted at. At this point, studying for the test would become pointless. The distraction is too much for me to handle. How, no rather what. What am I doing? I must have looked like a fool or a random fan experiencing this unexpected fan meeting. “Sti