Semua Bab MARKED BY THE CEO's DEADLY KISS OBSESSION: Bab 1 - Bab 6

As far as I can remember, I have myopia minus three.The world always looks blurry.I think I've fallen asleep and woken up enough times, but this time everything felt strange.The moon-patterned ceiling was visible and sparkling.I was shocked to see the coffin adorned with a dress and a bouquet. People suddenly screamed, and some shouted one name."ARTHEMISYA! OH MY GOD, SHE'S ALIVE!"By the way, that's not my name.Camera flashes exploded around me.My white lace dress rode up to my knees, and I jumped like a squirrel caught stealing nuts. I managed to escape from the chapel room. I kept running and getting away from the room, which was wide but felt stuffy with the overpowering scent of flowers.Even so, I heard footsteps behind me.So, I found myself in another random room, much smaller, quieter, and colder.I walked in front of the large mirror above the dressing table. My head almost exploded when I saw the reflection of another person."WHAT THE HELL!" I screamed for a moment

"Don't come near me!" I shouted as I grabbed a pillow from the bed. Without hesitation, I threw it at Tiger and the female doctor with square glasses."Ella, give her a sedative," Tiger ordered, then turned to the two bodyguards. "Tie her up."I jerked my body further back and did not end up getting off the bed. But ended up being squeezed into the corner. "No way! Leave me alone!""Don't! You all should get out! Miss Misya has a psychological disorder; we'd better give her some space.""Right!" I moved, grabbing the pen and attacking Tiger with the sharp end. Tiger parried it easily. His smile widened, calm and provoking."Then, let us face this instability together."I rolled my eyes as I continued to paint. This wasn't the response I was expecting. I started jumping on the bed again, crushing the pillow with my bare hands, ripping off the cover, then hugging the mattress. My screams filled the room."Enough! I don't want to live in this reality! I saw the reflection in the mirror,

I know people have different paths in life. That's a cliché fact. Sometimes they become false comfort. That means your life is not the worst. There must be someone who suffers more. I know. The red button on the TV remote is the target every time a crime, disaster, or horrific historical news is broadcast. Don't get me wrong. My empathy is fine. However, financial problems are enough to make me feel the most miserable. I'm afraid. I will end up like them.And, yes, there is a term: you attract what you fear. When the murder scene in the film is captured directly by the eyes as clearly as this, the purpose of life suddenly becomes blurred. Any step is passed under the silence of the sloping road, while the heart continues to beat against the speed.Sick. Arthemisya was right. Tiger Letto was sick. Mentally ill.My arms had been crossed since earlier, stroking my white, oversized, thin-collar. If I'm not mistaken, there's a bus stop across the intersection. My brain remembers going to t