"Where did Nicolo kidnap you?" She asked while looking at me from the top of my head to my ankles. She will take me to the elevator on the 2nd floor. "On the ship, when my husband wasn't there," I said honestly. Her head turned quickly and laughed crookedly while shaking her head and muttering 'crazy' repeatedly.When the elevator stopped and the doors opened she walked quickly to the left. The 2nd floor of this house turns out to be a very spacious place with no rooms or partitions. There are lots of windows and sofas in every corner. Various collections of photos on the walls as well as paintings which I interpret may be expensive, because there are signatures on the pictures. I don't know about art, so I don't know the names of famous painters. Various kinds of unique items such as a green table which I thought was made of jade. And many others in the form of stone carvings as displays. "Leah, come here!" shouted Berta from a distance. I didn't expect it to be just inside the ho

My head was dizzy from the strong shaking of Nicolo's body, which continued to run away from the ambush of Anthony and his men or even the police. "Give me the key!" shouted Nicolo. I couldn't see forward because I was upside down on my shoulder. Next, my body was thrown forward into the car and he immediately started the engine and left the house with the back route. I didn't know that the back of his house also had cars and people who were always ready to help him escape from attacks. Truly a mafia who knows emergencies. The car turned quickly and drove through the small road. Nicolo looked calm without being in a hurry but his eyes were still alert looking at the car windows in both directions."Nicolo, you should stay at home and finish everything as you wish. By you taking me away like this, it means you are running away from someone who managed to find you," I said. "I don't like traitors. The agreement was set for tomorrow, why is he attacking me tonight!" he answered. He gl

2 months have passed, and everything seems fine. The wedding agreement between us was canceled so I didn't get divorced. I worked with him as an assistant and still studied at night. The double busyness that I experienced did not burden me that much, but I lost my friends. They had lectures in the morning so I couldn't meet them. Until one night, it rained very heavily. I waited for Anthony to pick me up. He hasn't come for almost 2 hours and someone I know walks towards me. "Come with me, I'll take you." "Thank you, I'm waiting for my husband," I said, refusing him gently. I haven't communicated with Theo for a long time since he lied and cheated on me. He is my ex-boyfriend, to be precise, my ex-boyfriend since I married Anthony. This is the first time since we broke up that he has come closer to me and wants to take me home. "I'll take you to your husband, come on." I frowned, what did he mean? There was no way Anthony would send him here to pick me up. He kept insisting until

I wanted to scream out loud to release my heartache. Natalie succeeded in making me feel like a poor woman who hoped for impossible love. I tried to keep my tears from falling but they finally fell when the tightness attacked my throat. "Miss Leah." I sobbed looking at Liam through the car window. Maybe he was confused about what was happening because from two months ago until yesterday he saw the intimacy between me and Anthony. There has been no commotion between my husband and I during this time. Interactions in the office are always compact and friendly. Everyone even praised us as the best husband and wife couple."Wait Liam, let my heart be freer to face him." I took a deep breath and added powder to my cheeks to make them look fresh as usual. I couldn't stay in the car with Liam for long. I don't want Liam to run away with his selfishness. I got out of the car and smiled at everyone I met. My body felt weak and I had difficulty walking to the elevator. "Mrs Anthony, are you

I thought my pregnancy would be fine without any problems, such as vomiting and wanting to eat something strange like my mother said. But what I want is to be spoiled by a man. I was confused, who was my place to spoil because I didn't have a husband anymore? "Why is your face like that?" Mom asked and I just answered. "I need a husband to spoil." "Jeez Leah?" Mom laughed and hugged me, but I don't like hugs from women. Oh my God, who should I ask for a hug? "Why do you have strange desires, Leah." "I don't know, maybe she's a beautiful girl who wants to be pampered. Was mother also like this when I was in your stomach?" "Oh no, my experience was very difficult because you were fussy, it was difficult for me to eat, and I had to cry when your father fed me food," explained my mother. I laughed I was this pregnant. Makes candidates confused about doing something comfortable. My body feels controlled by a strange feeling that is always controlling. Our conversation was interrupte