Money was God to Adam. He didn’t care when everyone called him the villain, because they had no idea what he had gone through before reaching his position. To escape from poverty, Adam became a violent and ruthless businessman. He really believed he would not change. "Please! I'll pay you soon! Please, Sir! Don't do this to me," the old lady begged Adam while she was on her knees.Her hands, covered with wrinkled skins that witnessed decades, grabbed the hemline of Adam’s pants. When she bowed down, big droplets of tears fell on the ground.“I beg you, please,” she pleaded, crying in her throaty voice.Usually, Adam would not feel empathy toward borrowers who failed to pay their debts. However, he could not stop thinking about what happened yesterday in the coffee shop. Yesterday, Adam went to a coffee shop to meet a business partner. While waiting, he suddenly heard a familiar voice. He tilted his head and saw Agatha talking with a friend.[“I am sure that’s not the only thing you
Agatha’s POVI was on my way home after renewing my driver’s license. But on my way back, I stumbled upon Mr. Adam. And now… I AM RUNNING. ‘Damn it.’ I was caught in a fight and had no choice but to run with Mr. Adam. Unfortunately, I was the slowest runner of us, and so Adam and I fell behind. "Hey! Run as fast as possible if you want to live!" Adam chuckled, tightening his grip on my hand.He’s laughing? How can he laugh even at this moment? "I really wanted to!" I replied while doing my best to catch up with his speed. "But my legs are fucking shorter than y… Ahh!” 'Sh*t! I stumbled and left a pair of my shoes behind!'"My shoe!"I was about to go back but it was too late. The chasers were a few meters away so getting my shoe wasn't the option anymore."Forget about it! Let's go!" Adam held me again and pulled me until we reached near the police station. When the pursuers saw where we stopped, they didn’t chase us anymore. Adam and I were catching our breaths as we looked
After the insane encounter with Mr. Adam, I headed back home. The Grim brothers weren’t home, which was a good thing. I still don’t know how to face Sir Lanceil after catching him m*sturbating while calling my name, and after I did the same, which brought me shame. ‘I am really attracted to him, emotionally and physically.’On the other hand, dealing with the weird Vincent is another thing. He was having fun teasing me before, but now, he looks like he was avoiding me. ‘I am thankful he does.’ Then, there was also Mr. Brett who kept bugging in my head. Let’s add my best friend Sebastian who will attend the same review center starting tonight. And last, Mr. Adam. I looked at the shoes he lent to me. “What was that childish kiss for?” It’s best to ignore that. Come to think of it. I was surrounded by men who gave nothing but trouble. “I miss hanging out with my girlfriends.” On second thought, I don’t have GIRL-FRIENDS.They all left me after I lost my wealth. The only frie
Third Person’s POV It was raining outside when Agatha and Sebastian walked out of the review center. They stopped right in front of the entrance to take a shed. Staying silent, Sebastian looked at the teary Agatha. Once again, Agatha was crying because of Mikhail. Sebastian clenched his fists. He could not understand why Agatha invested so much love in an assho*le like Mikhail. If only she looks back, she would see a man who’s been waiting for her for long years. Sebastian wanted to tell her to choose him instead. But he knew Agatha would not like to lose a friend. Right now, Sebastian was the only one she could count on. Crying along with the pitter-pat of the rain, Agatha was glad that she could disguise her sobs. “I am sorry,” Sebastian apologized. “I should have denied their accusation.” Agatha wiped her tears and looked at her guilty friend. “It will be a problem if they think that we are dating. But when I saw Mikhail, I just…”“I understand,” Agatha said. He looked u
It was raining. Lanceil looked out the window and wondered if Agatha brought an umbrella with her. He was worried she might get sick again. “She says a nonsense thing when she’s sick,” Lanceil said before he grabbed an umbrella. There were two umbrellas in the living room. But Lanceil purposely grabbed one. ‘But what will I say to Agatha if she sees me waiting for her near the bus stop?’ Lanceil thought of any excuse he could use while he was on his way out of the condo. “Good evening.”He only stopped when his neighbor greeted him. Lanceil looked at the quiet girl living next door. She was the person who brought Agatha when she was sick. Wanting to show his gratitude, Lanceil greeted her back. “Good evening.” He doesn’t sit well with that weird neighbor, so he decided to simply pass by after greeting. But surprisingly, the quiet girl spoke more than usual. “About your maid.” Lanceil turned around and met Maxine’s gaze. “How is she?” Lanceil’s guts instinctively activated
Agatha and Lanceil walked inside the elevator. Ding!When the door closed, she pulled back away from him and lowered her gaze. “I AM REALLY SORRY, SIR. That man is my best friend. But he doesn’t know that I am working as a maid. I lied to him and said that I am living with my relatives and…”He raised his hand and tilted her chin up. “Stop.”His thumb grazed over her lips and pressed, parting her mouth. Agatha almost bit his fingers but stopped herself in time.“You don’t need to apologize. There are things that we wanted to keep by ourselves.”Hearing his words, the stirring emotions, came to life. Even if she had thought she could bear it, her lips moved of their own accord.“Thank you, Sir.”Lanceil looked at his thumb on her lips. He felt envious and wished he could use his lips to shut her up instead. Still, he doesn’t want to scare his maid. “But I hate the name you gave me. Britney? It sounds so feminine.” Lanceil pulled his hand away and at the same time, the elevator door
"It's because there's a valuable flower that I can't leave.""A flower? What kind of flower?""Agatha.”"Ugh! Ugh!" Agatha coughed when Vincent suddenly called her name. She grabbed the glass and emptied it in one go.“You have sauce on the corner of your lips,” Vincent informed. Lanceil, who was surprised when his brother called their maid suddenly, took a sharp breath.'I thought the flower he's talking about was Agatha,' Lanceil thought. “S-Sauce?” Agatha asked. She tried to wipe the sauce but failed. Therefore, Lanceil leaned closer. He wiped the sauce from her mouth while saying, “ It’s here.” After wiping the sauce, Lanceil licked his thumb. Unable to speak for a moment, Agatha stared at Lanceil. Her face was all red. ‘I said that I will stop this feeling as soon as possible. How can I stop this when he’s being so sweet?!’ Agatha protested in her mind while looking at the man she likes. Vincent watched them. Jealousy is for a pathetic person, Vincent believed in this. Th
Early morning, Lanceil woke up Vincent and forced him to jog with him. Although Vincent opposed the idea, he was forced to go out and exercise. 'He must be a dictatorial president in his past life,' Vincent complained inwardly. He reduced his pace while holding his side waist. The fatigue set in, and he felt really exhausted. Since it has been a long time since he took a long run, his body needs time to get used to the increased effort. As he caught his breath, he looked at his brother who is still jogging at full speed. 30 minutes before they headed out to the park for a run, he and Lanceil grabbed bananas, toast with ham, and water to give their bodies the fuel they needed before they ran. After that, Lanceil laced up his running shoes. Full of motivation he ran enthusiastically. "And he is still not tired?" Vincent asked. "Is he a monster?" After resting for a while, Vincent followed his brother with the face of a boy who was forced to come to a place he didn't want to