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Coast Field City.
"Let go! What are you doing!" "Help… help, help," Faintly heard a woman's voice screaming for help as she ran in fear down the alley where homeless people were resting. "Let go! Help, help, help!" One of the men among people experiencing homelessness woke up and raised his head, looking around. He realized it was not a dream or hallucination because a few meters in front of him, he saw a girl being chased by three men. Despite the many homeless people around, none of them wanted to help the terrified girl being harassed by the three men. They chose to ignore and pretend to sleep. ‘Alright, what a fool!’ thought the man. He remembered his recent unpleasant experience. Why should he even care about the unfortunate girl who was a stranger to him? Since everyone else chose to remain silent, on what grounds should he act like a hero? "Just take her clothes off! Let's do it here!" shouted one of the three men among the harassers. "Hey! She's mine, Sam!" another man yelled. "Do you want to die? Hah?!" continued with a threatening tone. "Argh! Y-yes, I'm sorry, Ian." The man called Sam looked frightened as Ian, the man he called, gripped his shirt collar, his voice trembling as if he were being choked. "What are you doing, Jemima? Let's go home, stop causing trouble!" Ian shouted. The girl, called Jemima, seemed to be trying to evade and use anything to prevent the three rascals from approaching her. But it seemed like her defense was in vain, as the girl appeared weak until Ian finally grabbed and groped her body. "Let go! Release me, you jerk!" cursed Jemima. "Come on, just give up, Jemi," said Ian, closing his eyes while sniffing the girl's neck and hair. "What do you want, Ian? Who asked you guys?!" Jemima yelled while struggling. "You might have guessed it, and we don't want to disappoint anyone. Besides, you are an exception to me," replied Ian. "If you don't want me to force you, you better be my woman. How about that?" he continued, asking. "Disgusting!" exclaimed Jemima as she spat towards Ian's face. "Ugh! Gross! Disgusting!" Muttered Ian as he wiped his face. "Come on, quickly drag her upstairs and put her in the car!" Ian ordered, seeming to be the leader of the other two men. The two men who had been remarkably eager to reach the girl's body seemed impatient, especially since they had received orders from Ian. "Ew! Go away! Please don't touch me! Let me go!" "Don't touch me!" "Help... someone help me, please…." Jemima kept screaming and struggling to free herself, but one man who was currently embracing her body seemed indecent, touching and exploring parts of her body. THUD! "Ouch!" A falling sound followed by the girl's cry, the mysterious man who had been observing and refraining from intervening now felt his conscience stirring. The man who groped the girl seemed like he should break both of his hands. But now his gaze was fixed on another man who was now reaching for the girl, while his other companion, who had wanted to strike, was now lying on the asphalt. "Why did you push me? Damn it! You jerk, Ian!" shouted the man underneath as he tried to stand up, but to his surprise, Ian pushed and kicked him again. THUD! The sound of the man's body falling was soft, ensuring that he was extremely sore from being struck against the asphalt by the man named Ian earlier. "You damn Ian?! What is this?!" the man yelled again in pain, grimacing. "If you dare to touch her, I will smash your hands, you pervert!" Ian continued, yelling threateningly. "Damn you! Let's go, Jemima!" Ian shouted again while pulling Jemima's body. The girl appeared to be writhing but helpless. At one point, the girl's dull eyes met the gaze of the mysterious man who was also looking towards her. Once again, her gaze touched the heart of the mysterious man. "Argh, damn it!" the man muttered as he stood up from his seat. He walked closer, searching for something to play with, and then playfully threw a few pebbles directly at the three men. Plop! One pebble landed on Ian's head. "Who is that?!" Ian exclaimed, startled, looking around, rubbing his head, and searching for the person who had dared to throw at his head. Plop! Before he was done dealing with Ian, this time, the throw struck squarely at Sam's back. "Damn it! Who is this?!" Sam shouted. "What's going on?" Mat looked confused, but he quickly took a few steps back, afraid of being hit by the rapidly thrown stones. "If you dare, come out!" Ian shouted. From the darkness emerged a man who approached, and the tunnel lights began to reveal his proper form. "Hah?! What is this, a homeless person?!" Ian shouted after realizing who the man in front of him was. "Are you tired of living?!" "Damn, homeless!" The mysterious man seemed indifferent to all of Ian's insults, but he realized and managed to grab the girl's arm from Ian's grip. "Let her go, you bastard!" Ian looked very angry when a stranger he considered unkempt and repulsive appeared. Meanwhile, Jemima didn't care at all about who came to help her. What mattered was that the girl was very grateful that someone still cared about her fate. "Let's finish off that homeless person!" Ian and his two friends prepared to retaliate against the unkempt man in front of them. They began to attack the homeless man whose face was partially covered by the hoodie jacket he was wearing. "Since when do we deal with homeless people?" Sam taunted as he punched towards the mysterious man but failed as the man quickly dodged his punch. "Never, pfft!" Mat grunted with a bit of enthusiasm because the man turned out to be agile. "I'm afraid my clothes will get infected, and my skin will be exposed to bacteria from his body," added Mat with a hint of sarcasm. "Ah, you talk too much. Quickly, get Jemima back for me!" Ian impatiently exclaimed. "Attack that homeless person!" he ordered.Thankfully, William had suddenly appeared and aligned himself with her — Sarah was now certain that it wouldn’t be long before Dante and Jemima were torn apart. But would their plan actually succeed? *** Several weeks passed, and Julian and Jemima only grew more romantic. They were utterly in love, and Julian felt the time was coming to finally tell Jemima the truth about who he really was. That evening, he planned a special dinner at the hotel’s restaurant — a night she would never forget. He hoped that this time, his wife would listen without jumping to conclusions — and without laughing at him. Earlier that day, before their dinner plans, he dragged Victor along to a boutique. He practically forced his best friend to come with him, even though he knew Victor was in the middle of an important meeting. "Dante, these guests flew in from overseas. It really isn’t the right time…" "It doesn’t matter. They can fly back for all I care," Dante cut in. "Either way — you’re driving m
William nodded firmly. "Of course. Will you help me?" he challenged. It was an opportunity he had no intention of letting slip — getting revenge on Dante had become his life’s purpose. But would Sarah agree? William waited for her answer — from the woman sitting across from him, someone he had only properly met earlier that same day. "Wait… before I answer… what exactly is their relationship status?" Sarah asked, curious. "They are husband and wife — but it appears to be a pretense. Likely a marriage of convenience, a contract marriage." "What?! A contract marriage?!" Sarah’s eyes nearly popped out of her head. William had to fight a smile at her shocked expression, maintaining his composure — calm, dignified, and mature. "You’re sure you want to win her back?" Sarah asked, and William nodded. "Absolutely. And you — are you ready for revenge?" "He is Dante Julian Vascos, the most powerful man in the country. Are you truly certain?" Sarah pressed again. William nodded without
The man finished paying for her things, while Sarah, too proud to stay and face the embarrassment, turned and hurried out of the boutique — so quickly that her rescuer had to rush after her. "Sarah Anthony?!" "Wait!" Sarah stopped in her tracks. The man who had just paid for her shopping knew her name. "H-here… these are yours," he said, catching his breath. Sarah stood frozen, staring at him in confusion. "Ah, right. Allow me to introduce myself — William Maxim," he said, extending his hand while carefully setting down her shopping bags. Sarah, who had no idea who he was at first, was stunned when she realized his identity. William, from the powerful Maxim family, was a man of great influence and connections. Sarah, burning with a thirst for revenge, immediately saw an opportunity in this meeting. "Ah… the son of the Maxim family? It’s an honor to meet you, Mr. William." "Just call me William — we’re practically the same age," he replied with a smile, offering his hand. Sara
The car Egan was driving finally pulled up in front of a private doctor’s clinic. "I thought we were going to the hospital?" Julian asked. Egan cleared his throat, wanting to speak but holding back. "Why? Are you feeling sick too?" Julian asked again. Egan looked at Julian, his gaze speaking volumes. "What?" Julian challenged back. "Ow—!" He yelped as Jemima elbowed him hard in the ribs. "It hurts!" Jemima widened her eyes at him, and his courage instantly faltered. Egan had to bite back a laugh at the look on Julian’s face. Just like any man under his beloved’s spell, he completely forgot that he was Dante Vascos — the Lion, the famous billionaire. "Mr. Julian, let’s get out," Egan said, grinding his teeth in frustration. Julian had truly forgotten who he was. "Come, Miss Jemima — let’s go inside and see Dr. Cross." Jemima nodded and stepped out, doing as Egan said. She also felt bad for taking up so much of his time just to drive her to a doctor. She was still confused ab
"Ow! Hey — what was that for?!" Julian yelped as he suddenly felt a sharp pinch on his waist. "Don't be so rude," Jemima chided him. "Mr. Victor. Miss Sarah. Call them respectfully," she added. "Oh… right," Julian replied, nodding slowly. "Wait — hold on," he said, looking at her strangely. Jemima gave him a knowing look. "Fine, but that woman humiliated you. Why should we be polite? Don't you have any self-respect?" Julian asked, making Jemima's eyes widen. Jemima sighed. "Julian, this isn't about self-respect. This is about decency. We can't be cruel to others, even when they are cruel to us." "But she was cruel!" Julian protested. "She mocked you!" "I know," Jemima answered calmly. "She pulled your hair and slammed your head against the wall!" Julian added. "Yes, I know. But that doesn't mean we have to be cruel in return. We have to show that we are better than that." "You always do this," Julian grumbled. "Always wanting to look good in everyone's eyes. Don't you ever
Jemima kept struggling to free herself, but Sarah’s grip was iron-tight. She could feel blood throbbing at her temples. "Do you want to watch me destroy this girl?!" Sarah glared at the people around her, her eyes blazing. "Sarah, stop!" Several people began shouting again. "You have to stop!" "No! I won’t stop until she apologizes!" Jemima fought on. "Let go!" she pleaded. "Let go of my hair!" "You need to be taught a lesson!" Sarah screamed, her gaze sharp and hateful. Suddenly, a broad-shouldered man appeared and pulled Sarah away from Jemima. Sarah tried to fight back, but he was far too strong. "You will not do this," he said, his voice firm and commanding. "Go. And this is not over between us. Remember that." Both Sarah and Jemima stared at him. Behind him stood several other large, imposing men, their expressions cold and threatening. With a look of fury, the man took Sarah’s hand and gripped it so tightly she winced in pain — until finally, she released Jemima’s hair.
"How dare you call my leader names with your rude mouth?” "Of course, is there a problem?" challenged Julian. "Call him Mr. Dante Vascos!" exclaimed Diego. Julian shook his head, "What's in it for me?" "You fucking hobo." "Just watch; I'll teach you a lesson." "You need to realise who you are, you l
Jemima was still trying to find an opening to escape because she didn't want to deal with Ian anymore, but the man seemed very determined and earnest. "Please." "Just the two of us." Ian continued to confirm. The other car horns honked several times and made a commotion; they seemed annoyed becau
"Get up, let's hurry," said the woman as she took Julian's hand, and helped him to stand back up. "What are you doing? What's going on?" the woman asked kindly, patting Julian's dirty shirt and smoothing it. "Jemi? Do you work here?" asked Julian, somewhat surprised that the gentle woman looked fami
Julian braced himself for the taxi driver's condescending attitude, but he remained calm and handed over a few bills, confident that the amount would be enough to get him back to the town of Redapple. Although he felt depressed, Julian took a deep breath, remembering that his life experiences outsid







