CHAPTER 1

Margaux had no idea why she was so desperate to turn off the now-noisy alarm clock on her bedside table.

She couldn't remember if she'd set the alarm or not, and it was only half past five o'clock in the morning.

Margaux squinted, reached for the bedside table, rang the alarm clock, and threw it somewhere.

"Aww, that was my morning coffee," she blurred, stMargauxartled by the voice that made her look down at her feet.

Then Margaux noticed her father. One of its brows is slightly raised and holding the.... What about an alarm clock?

If so,

Margaux turned over the item she had thrown away earlier and was even more surprised to find her father's favorite cup of coffee she had thrown against the now cracked wall.

She bit her lower lip and returned her attention to her father.

"What time did you get home last night?" her father inquired, and Margaux could tell by her father's tone that he was irritated.

Then she got out of bed and leaned back on the headrest, still wrapped in a blanket.

"Dad, this is not the day you will give me a speech; I told you, didn't I, that I have a job—"

"And what's your job then? For Pete's sake, Margaux, you're an oldie, but I still don't know what you do at night." Margaux closed her eyes due to the volume of her father's voice.

If she didn't stop it, their next-door neighbor would be horrified and is waken up as well.

When Margaux's father discovers that she has left the house late at night, he will always give her this responses.

"Don't repeat your college antics, Margaux; you're no longer a child, Declan has a life of his own—"

"Alright, daddy, stop!" She became agitated when she heard the man's name from her father.

When her father met her gaze, he smiled.

"Two years had past and you still remember what that kid did," her father said, making her even angrier.

Who wouldn't be irritated? Declan Heisenberg turned down her marriage proposal because her parents' business was failing that time. And the only thing to save their company is to be married by Declan Heisenberg.

She wasn't used to being rejected, or embarrassment, or the shape of that man's tongue.

Margaux was still in college at the time, and she recalls the antics to this day.

And he irritated her even more, and her proposal for the young man was grand, but stupid. Margaux was humiliated even further.

She even remembered what Declan had said to her.

"I will never like you; I only want to play with women's hearts."

"Are you ready to join my collection of girls?"

And that statement makes her feel extremely offended.

She is beautiful, with a curvy body, but what that man said is the reason she hasn't forgiven him.

Margaux isn't used to being humiliated or ignored, and she may be a fool if she dreams of murdering Declan Heisenberg when she falls asleep.

"Oh, where are you going again?" his father asked abruptly as he stood up.

"I'm going out to get some fresh air, dad!" Margux replied, but she received a twinkle in her father's eyes as a result.

"What you're saying is that you're going to do your job again—"

"I'm not, alright!" Because her racket had ended the night before. When she arrived home, she even smiled triumphantly.

"What's up with that smile? Margaux, if I find out you really did something wrong, I don't know what I can do to help you—"

"Dad, I told you, alright! There's nothing wrong with what I'm doing; in fact, we can both benefit from it," Margaux said, her father frowning.

"What do you mean?" She just gave her father a wide smile before speaking again.

"You will see daddy, you will see," her father said, letting out a loud sigh.

"If something bad happens to you, Margaux, I'm not sure what to do; you're the only memory your mother left me when she died, so please—"

"Daddy, are we going to do dramatic again?" Margaux hugged her father, knowing that tears would well up in his eyes at any moment.

She felt guilty all of a sudden.

"Nothing bad will happen to me, I assure you, and I believe your daughter is strong," Margaux reassured her father, who eventually hugged her.

Her father then bid her farewell before departing for their company in Batangas.

Margaux, on the other hand, found herself following the quiet path to her married friend's house.

Everly. This is also the person in whom she can place her hopes for the future.

And then she heard a car speeding up behind her. And if her calculation is correct, the outcome will be favorable to her.

Her pupils dilated with fear and trepidation. Margaux signed the cross because she has nothing to lose.

She placed her hands on her chest and prayed that she would not be tortured again if she died.

And that she will go straight to heaven rather than hell because her lovely body will suffer there.

Margaux closed her eyes as the car approached, biting her lip and bracing herself for a collision with the car's hood.

Suddenly, Margaux heard a violent braking and the cursing of a man who slammed the door of his car shut.

"Fuck, woman! Do you want to commit suicide?"

Margaux opened her eyes but couldn't see its face because his car's signal light was focused on her.

Then she heard him exhale.

"M-Margaux Anson?" Margaux asked, frowning. Did he know who she was?

Her beauty is literally very popular with a wide range of audiences because she is very beautiful.

Marguax just stood in the middle, but even after she lost sight of the glare from his car, she had trouble recognizing it.

Then, all of a sudden, Declan Heisenberg appeared in front of her. Her hands were clenched, and it was dark just looking at her.

Margaux suddenly remembered the past, a past that had remained fresh in her mind since that incident.

"Well, do you want to kill yourself?" It was aroused by her silence, and Margaux's rage was boiling over when it began walking towards her.

With his hands in his pockets, he was able to soften his authoritative demeanor.

But it didn't bother her.

Declan suddenly grabbed her arm, but she just held out his hands.

"Don't even think about touching me, Declan!"

"Oh, I'm sorry; I just think you need to be touched—"

"Fuck you, get the hell out of my sight!" It appeared on the stand as if someone had already planned what Margaux had said.

"Y-you, were you that woman at Muchàs Gràcias last night—"

"There you are!" But before she could take a step back, Declan quickly turned his body, trapping her in the young man's chest.

Then she heard his rapid heartbeat, only to discover that she had done the same.

"What are you talking about, D-Declan?"

"I see, she's not you; that woman still smells better than you," he said as he let her go.

He stepped back and just stared at her, his hands still in his pockets.

Then it smiled. Declan's smile alerted Margaux to the fact that he was about to launch another insult.

"You have the perfect body shape—" he looked down at her from head to toe. "—But you're still the same Margaux Anson I met a few years ago." It once winked at Margaux and turned away from her.

"You witch!" Before she could punch it in the back, the young man turned to face her, holding it in her raised right hand.

Margaux stumbled, only to realize Declan was holding her waist as a support so she wouldn't fall to the floor.

Then Declan spoke up.

"You're still not changing; you're still Margaux Anson chasing after my handsomeness."

"Fuck you, Declan!" Margaux yelled, violently withdrawing the hand he was holding, and she could hear its deafening laughter.

Margaux appears to be a fool who wants to be at the front, but Declan makes fun of her.

"It's good to see you again, Margaux. See you around," he said as he turned his back and slid himself into the car.

Margaux was enraged when Declan blew his horn, and she moved away from the pedestrian lane so that it would not run over her.

When the young man took his place, Declan immediately lowered the window car and caught his eyes focused solely on her bulging chest down to....

"Pervert!" she yelled angrily, her rage at the young man growing.

Declan, on the other hand, simply laughed.

"That's why I never fantasize about you, Margaux; yes, you're sexy, but that doesn't change the fact that you're a baby.... for me!" With that, he quickly pulled over the car and left her unable to print her face, and she felt annoyed with the young man for the nth time.

Margaux had her own hair pulled back, and even if she was just carrying a bazooka, the death of that Declan Heisenberg would almost certainly be announced on the radio tomorrow, and if she is embarrassed, it will seem like there is no end.

Declan Heisenberg is the source of her annoyance because it has managed to embarrass her in front of the majority even without the latter content.

"You're so good at killing, Declan! Urggh!"

She continued walking towards her friend Everly's house in order to end her agony over that idiot Declan.

It was only a few miles away from their home, so she simply walked there.

"M-Margaux!" exclaimed Everly's husband Damon. Margaux peered into the courtyard first, but the house was quiet.

Then she turned to it.

"If you're looking for Everly, she's still sleeping upstairs, so come on!"

"Oh no, Damon! It's okay—"

"She misses you too, so go to her upstairs," she just saw Everly's daughter carrying by Damon. The hair was frizzy, and the clothes were a little sloppy.

"D-Damon, would you mind if I take good care of baby, Derly?" Margaux could see in the young man's face that he lacked sleep, which was evidence of the eyebags that were already living under his eyes.

"Uh...no, it's okay, Margaux. All right, climb Everly upstairs. I'm pretty sure if she sees you, her earthly body will live again." Damon chuckles.

He stepped back to allow Margaux to enter the home.

"Are you certain, Dame, that you're fine?"

"I am not exhausted from caring for my daughter," Damon replied, smiling.

Margaux entered the house after nodding.

She took a few steps toward Damon and Everly's room.

Margaux also ran into a friend who was on the phone.

"Everly!" she screamed, drawing her friend's attention.

"Margaux!" Everly exclaimed even as she was saying good-by to the person on the phone who had called her.

"Who are you speaking with on the phone?"

"This is Declan, and I was wondering if you could help me find a secretary to replace the one he fired yesterday."

She had forgotten that her friend's cousin is the man she despises.

"Can you recommend a replacement for that man's secretary? Declan is still delicate, and I'm sure—"

"If you want, I can apply for his secretary." Eventually, her friend sighed, her head still tilted as she turned to Margaux slightly.

"Are you sure, Margaux?" she asked, but what she noticed in her friend was a strange look in her eyes.

"Of course, I'm pretty sure," she said, her mind racing with plans for vengeance against the young man.

Margaux laughed quietly. This was most likely the start of his retaliation.