Novel & Cerita Any Man

What kind of man was he, really? ***

This man is so hard to please. --To be continued.

three months ago. Our marriage was like a well-acted movie, perfect on the outside, empty on the inside. Cipher D’Amato, billionaire, tech mogul, and coldest man alive. To the world, we were the perfect couple. In reality, I was just his shadow. I pushed the door into his study softly, and there he was as usual, his head over the desk surrounded by documents and folders, while his glowing tablet was still warm to his hand. His curly, dark hair covered his forehead. Even in his sleep, his jaw was still strained as if something was making him angry in his dream.

The man in the limelight sat in the middle without caring for what was going on around him as he continued to sip on his wine. Soon, Guston's guards came to wispper something into his ears. He looked at the man beside him and smirked.

He sure loved to laugh and I even noticed that in his videos. "Yes and No. I'm only good at Taekwondo (Korean fighting technique) but the person I'm about to introduce to you is the Master of all. A world-renowned Master at that. Also..." The door opened, interrupting the man. I turned my head to see who it was and my eyes widened at who I saw. The man had a tan skin with a very tall build. He was moderately muscular but that didn't hide the charm of his face. He was so handsome that I would have compared him with Knight or Kun but he was in no way as handsome as Austin...

Always act in a way that your face is never worth remembering. “Alright, well give me a shout if you need anything.” The man walks by and I glance towards the door. Where is he? I'm on edge, there’s no contact for weeks prior to locking in on a target. Why is he even in this city? The door opens after a while, and a man nothing out of the ordinary enters. He’s wearing a cotton jacket over loose pants and a white shirt, a cap on his head and normal boots that any middle-aged man would wear.

Instinctively, I stepped backward, afraid he might try something inappropriate like before. This time, the man spoke first. "Don't be scared, miss. Can't we at least be friends?" "Sorry, I'm married." There was no way I was becoming friends with some creep, so I rejected him immediately. The man didn't seem discouraged at all. Instead, he slowly leaned closer and whispered into my ear, "I know where you live. I know where your husband works, too. You wouldn't want anything happening to him, right?"

Dad said as he introduced me to the two person infront of us. They are both male specie. One of them looks old like my father and one is I think, few years older than me. The old man's hair is turning white already, like my Papa. His mustache told me that he is a handsome man even without it. My eyes darted to the younger man. My lips pursed as I check on him.. He is wearing a black suit worn with a white shirt and a black bow tie. He looked too formal. He has a black messy hair, proud pointed nose and thin lips. His dark intense eyes are intimidating.

He collapsed on the sand, convulsing, the stench of urine carried far on the wind. The party crowd that had gathered to watch earlier stood rigidly, not daring to breathe. They finally understood something. The man they had laughed at as a kept husband was the head of the Thornes, someone they weren't even qualified to approach! I held Luke close and spoke gently. "Luke, don't be scared. I'm here. No one will ever bully you again. I promise." Luke clung to my neck and nodded hard, letting out a small, muffled sound.