"Papa’s told me to deliver the check as a gift for Karenina. I went to their mansion, and you know, at that moment, I really wanted to laugh seeing the expressions of those luxurious house workers," Ariana tried to recall the moment she stepped into her mother's new home. "They looked at me as if I were a ghost. Of course, they had no idea that their Miss had a twin sister," Ariana snorted. "Who would talk about a bad past, right?" She asked rhetorically. "We hadn't seen each other for years. Is it too much to ask for a little warm welcome?" Ariana glanced at Chris. Chris nodded in agreement. "Unfortunately, even though I got that warm reception, they didn't really welcome me. In that woman's eyes, my arrival was like an oasis in a desert. And then, she, who hadn't asked about my well-being for years, suddenly asked me to replace Karenina," Ariana chuckled. Chris was stunned. "She wasn't there. My twin was said to be missing. No wonder when she came, she so gently requested my prese

Ariana stretched her body on the super comfy king-size bed, under the thick warm blanket. Her body felt incredibly comfortable, as if someone had massaged her entire body and relaxed all her muscles. And her sleep was deep and dreamless. Glancing at the wall clock in her room, she smiled. It was exactly five o'clock, and she felt proud of herself and her natural alarm clock. Ariana got up with a better spirit than the previous day. Last night, after obtaining Chris's credit card, Ariana had gone to the supermarket to buy her necessities. Change of clothes, toiletries, prayer items, and she even bought new shoes. Well, even though she would have to pay it back eventually, at least for now, she didn't have to worry about anything. All her comforts could be bought with a small piece of plastic now resting on her bedside table. She felt lucky to have a wealthy friend. Ariana's inner self swelled with pride. It allowed her to depend on something during this period of escape. Escape? Oh

Gerald glanced at his assistant and personal secretary alternately. Neither of them gave him a satisfying answer. "So?" he asked, his eyes sharp. Both of them shook their heads. For the first time, Gerald felt disappointed in the performance of the two people in front of him. "There are no CCTV cameras outside the restaurant area. Even though we followed her trail, everything was futile, Sir," his secretary replied. "The one who was watching her house and the restaurant also said there were no signs of her arrival, Sir. There were no calls or emails to the restaurant. It's the same with her house," his assistant added. Gerald was furious. He slammed his wooden desk, creating a loud noise that made his listeners wince. "Find her no matter what. If necessary, investigate each and every restaurant employee. I will visit her parents," he said. Both generations of men in front of him nodded before leaving Gerald's office. Gerald rose from his seat, walking toward the window behind

"What's going on here?" A voice interrupted Ariana's rebellion. Chris half-bent, opened Ariana's tent door with sleepy eyes. "You?!" His gaze focused on Gerald. The two men locked eyes in the darkness. Ariana, witnessing it all, was momentarily frozen. "What are you doing here?" Chris asked again. "Picking up my wife, of course," Gerald replied sweetly. "Your wife?" Chris glanced between Ariana and Gerald. One forgotten fact was that Ariana never mentioned her husband's name to Chris. "Is he your husband?" Chris now turned his full attention to Ariana. "A husband I never wanted," Ariana defended herself. She could free herself from Gerald and approached Chris when his attention shifted. "Remember, he's not the husband I wanted," Ariana growled. Chris chuckled, looking at Gerald mockingly. "So, your character hasn't changed, huh?" Chris asked scornfully. He and Ariana were outside the tent while Gerald remained half-crouched inside. Ariana pulled Chris back as Gerald stood up and

"Can you guess what she wants to say?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. Gerald frowned. "I'll tell you what we talk about." Ariana said, tapping her chest lightly. "Later." She continued before leaving Gerald and following the household assistant downstairs to the first floor. Mrs. Caitlyn looked incredibly elegant in her expensive attire. Even the handbag she held, Ariana was sure, could be worth a brand-new motorcycle. The woman appeared to be accompanied by Gerald's mother, Ariana's impromptu mother-in-law. Deliberately, Ariana tapped her house slippers louder on the floor. She did this, of course, to attract the attention of the two women. "I heard I have a visitor. Little did I know you came here to see me. Is there something I can help you with?" Ariana asked skeptically. Mrs. Caitlyn rose from her seat and approached. Perhaps she wanted to engage in the customary small talk they usually did - cheek kisses and pleasantries. But sorry, Ariana was not from the elegant circles. S