We all have a dream. To be rich, to be loved, to live longer, to lose weight, to gain weight, to be beautiful, to be intelligent.. to be someone that the society would see in a good way. Some people give their all just to achieve it. Walked on a wrong path but finally gain back where to start. “Let us welcome, Ms. Jasmine Adelaide!” “Thank you for this wonderful day. I would also like to thank my family for supporting me all through out my journey. Mom, dad, thank you" Some memories would be good to erase and replace with good memories but some are fine to get hurt as long as the memory they cherishes remain. “ I already gain the justice that you need…” “Madame Carmela, I am so sorry to interrupt you but I would like to remind that the next meeting will be held in 10 minutes” “Is that so? Alright just give me a minute" When we love… we can’t help but feel it. It may be form of Love as family… “Mr. White, you are here to pick up your daughter?” “Ah yes. We will have a fat
PROLOGUE A guy with nowhere to go, sitting in the square plaza he finds himself as someone who should be good if dead. People are passing by, yet he still feels as if he is alone. Does the world hate him that much? He thought as almost all of the problems and burdens of the world were pushed to him. 'Why am I even living?' Thoughts of him started to flow in his mind. Living as an orphan, even his parents don't want him in their life. He lives with no idea who his real parents are. What their names is or even what they look like, he doesn't have a clue. He tried to do everything he could, find a job, earn money, and live a peaceful life. But, his luck seems to be darker than the eye bags under his eyes. "Leave! I have let you stay here for quite a couple of months because you said you would pay! Now get out! My business is affected by your bad luck!" The loud and hurtful wo
Things were still like a dream for Oliver. He can't help but doubt that all of this is just a dream. Trying to slap his face, he stops his hands. "Wait, if... I am here as someone that is not really me, then... What happened to my own body and the person who was the owner of this body?" His eyes shut open as he realized something. "I..." *woosh* Holding his head, he can't help but sit back in his chair. Memories started to flow in his mind like a faucet filling up his small cup that was about to break. *crack* As soon as the small cup shattered into pieces, the water flowing from the faucet made its way to the big cup that resembles the one before. The only difference is that this t
On his way inside the restaurant, the waiter assist him. He may have some bad image for being the Bastard of Laurent but he have money. That is the only thing this restaurant needs. If you can pay, even if you are a killer or a criminal, they will gladly entertain you. That is the power of money. The surroundings of the place is nice. It is neat and clean. Every corner of the restaurant is filled with expensive furnitures and wall decors. Indeed, the ambiance of this place is no ordinary. He walk pass by the tables of the first floor. That floor was for normal customers, for Oliver who is not someone whose background is unknown, they gave him one of their best tables. The better the service, the greater the payment. The second floor of the restaurant gives a different vibes. If the first floor was filled with different expensive furniture, it's elegance is noth
Oliver didn't look back at his brother and head straight to the table that was prepared for him. He look at Herald who is following behind him. ‘Should I ask him if he wants to sit with the same table as me? Or should I ask for another table for him to sit at?’ He shook his head and remember that Herald never dine with him even for once. Why? Herald is the type of person that won’t do anything if he wasn’t asked to do it. Oliver is not the type of person who will ask about other’s feeling. Since childhood, Oliver never had the chance to feel that others are wishing good for him. He never had the situation in his life on where somebody ask his condition nor ask his opinion. That may be one of the many reasons why Oliver never ask others about their feelings and thoughts. He won’t know it unless people convey their feelings or thought. Oliver sat in the chair that looks comfortable and expensive. Still, that seat is not
"What the..." Oliver can't help but mumble as he finally gulps the last bite of food in his mouth. He wanted to stand up in surprise but then his body did not move. It stays still on its own as if his body is not shocked about what happened. Maybe that is Oliver’s body stating that something like that won’t be a thing to make him surprised. Experiencing that kind of situation has been part of his daily life. Just like brushing your teeth first thing in the morning. Although he can remember those days flashing in his mind, it is still different when you are experiencing it on hand. Oliver can’t help but feel sad about the situation he is in. ‘They are the worst’ Putting down the phone he is holding in the table, Oli
The man sitting gulped as he heard Herald’s voice. He smiled avoiding Herald’s sight. While his right hand scratches his nape, a burst of small laughter can be heard. ‘That old man always says that my voice is irritating. That my voice alone can boil his blood in anger. Knowing that, I never tried to use my voice in front of the people I respect. This is my way of not making them hate me. This man in front of me, I don’t like him. His very face is telling me that he is a bad person.’ Oliver is eating his meal. He can feel gazes from Marco’s table. He takes a glimpse at them and notices that Marco is not the one looking at him. It is a girl sitting beside him. With a big earrings hanging in her small ears, she rolled her eyes even if she didn’t realize that Oliver notice her actions. A small smirk crept on his lips.
After his stepbrother left, Oliver waited to see him get on his car to make sure that they won’t be meeting again. It would be bad if they encountered each other in front of the restaurant. “Let’s go.” Oliver said as he stand up. Ian tease him and said, “Wait, I am not yet finished.” Not expecting that Oliver will wait for him, he was surprised when Oliver replied. “Sure.” His eyes widened in surprise, “You will really wait for me?” “You seem to misunderstand something.” Herald stands up and drinks for the last time before leaving the restaurant. Ian saw it and realize something.