Misfortunes With The Hated CEO のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

NINADespite my worries, Yu reassures me that Luca wouldn't mind us snooping in his room. Well, as a matter of fact, I decide to stay in front of his bedroom door as Yu enters inside. Like an accomplice of some spy movie, I look around if the coast is clear. Knowing this hour, Luca is still at his office but who knows if he might have arrived earlier today. I hope Yu knows what he's doing."Found it!" A hand pops out what looked like a black covered bag that is supported by a silver string hanger.His head peeks out of the entrance bedroom door. "What yer waiting for? Go to your room and try it on!"I reluctantly grab the travel bag and scurry to my room. "Do you want me to call a cosmetologist to deal with your makeup?" He called out as I entered the room. I turn back as I shake my head. "N-no, I can handle it on my own." Then I smile. "Even if I don't wear make-up, I do know how to apply some."He whistles. "Woah, how come you don't wear one?"I shrug. "I only wear it during

NINA Thank God we left. I don't know what Luca plans to do with Clarence had we stayed longer. "Did he ask you to wear his coat, Nina?" I chuckle a bit nervously. "I don't have any fancy coat that matches this dress." I give myself a twirl and I can feel the chill of my thigh from the exposed slit. However, his coat is too big for me so I have to cuff the long sleeves to my wrists. "But it doesn't make me look ridiculous, right?" "You're fine. Although I am looking forward to seeing you without that coat." Seeing his eyes on my exposed leg, I give him a warning glare. "No way I'll do that! P-plus, Luca told me not to take it off." “How overprotective," he says while shaking his head. "Then you wouldn't mind standing out as that coat literally makes you look like you are drowning from that, huh? Come on, I won't judge what you wear." I couldn't answer that. We continue walking, ignoring the neighbors eyeing us as we pass by. I lower my head as I pray that Luca was right th

YU "I c-can't do it." A fountain pen dropped on the floor as it rolled under the red sofa. However, Crispin and I were both preoccupied with genuine worry over Luca's trembling figure as an expression of mortification marred on his face. I forced a smile. "Do you need help with the paperwork, boss?" Luca's frightful eyes turn to me like a desperate child yearning for his father's approval. A look that I had never seen from him before. "B-But I can't even write anymore." "Don't worry, I will be happy to help your hand move, lil bro." His brother, Crispin, came to the rescue. However, Luca remained in a trance as he kept muttering words like being useless and unworthy for the title as the heir. "Luca, I–" It was a wrong move. When Crispin held his shoulder and at the slight touch, Luca shoved his hand as his whole body shook before he hugged himself. "P-please d-don't touch me." A pained expression was clearly shown in his face, Crispin pulled his hand away as he stared worr

LUCA I feel like shit. Some say you live the greatest evening when you wake up with an excruciating hangover as proof. But I only have blackouts whenever I am wasted and the feeling of the bile stuck in your throat feels dreadful more than an achievement. Unlike Yu, who considers alcohol as his water replacement, I can’t deny my low tolerance for it. Last night’s events were hazy and making an effort to remember will evoke a throbbing pain in my head. Let’s not forget my back—as an additional pang inflicted my existing ache. It doesn’t take a genius to know I passed out drunk on the concrete floor of my living room. I get up while releasing a groan as I massage my back. I head to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water from the fridge and immediately gulp it in one go. Later, I find out I am thirsty and my body moves on its own to get what it needs. I sigh with satisfaction as I place the now-empty bottled water on the sink. The sound of the opening door reaches my keen ears

NINAPerhaps I’ve always been compliant and I should have said no but Luca has been egging me to go out across the continent for the sake of sibling bonding.Now, we are at the private altiport near the mountain range of Dawn City. As I am dressed with my usual large black sweater and black capri pants and sneakers, I shudder on a cold November morning. Next to me, Luca stands there, completely unbothered with the cold wind gushing through us. He is wearing a white woolen turtleneck and a long, gray trench coat match them with designer jeans and brown leather boots.I must admit, Luca de Milano knows how to be fashionable in his casuals whenever he doesn't have his business suit. No, he always stands out wherever he goes. His eyes shift to my direction as he tilts his head with a smile. "Si?" He says in Italian.Well, someone is happy today.My head turns back to the white private jet landing on the runway and I try to recall the events before reaching here. “It will be our first