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-Anne Savisa Boonchuy?-

-That's right, Miss. Anne Savisa Boonchuy, she is your rival in fighting for that giant tender.-

-Interesting.-

The corners of the woman's lips curled up slightly. She played with her pen in her fingers, spinning it while holding her long, sexy legs.

She tapped the tip of the heels she was wearing on the floor. Staring straight ahead imagines what will happen in the next few hours.

Her chin lifted slightly, she grinned slightly then she chuckled melodiously. Her beautiful almond eyes are squinting more and more sharply because her mane is tied together tightly and quite high.

-No matter what, I have to win that big tender, Braddock- the woman said. She sat down on her grand chair.

-I will not stain the dictionary of my life with the tragedy of failure,- the woman continued. Her voice grew more mellower, panting forward with her haughty gaze.

Her two secretaries remained bowed, putting their hands behind their bodies, not daring to look at the lady who was also their boss. The owner of the magnificent 50-story building inhabited by hundreds of people.

The woman stood up. Holding the edge of her table, she pressed it, slightly lowered her head but her eyes still stared coldly and arrogantly ahead.

-This giant tender has haunted my life for three years. Day and night I worked, analyzed, reduced my rest time just to get it,- said the woman.

-I've exhausted all my logic just to get it After I prepared everything, that rotten woman from the Boonchuy clan wants to snatch it from me?- She chuckled.

-Seriously- she muttered, in a melodious yet cynical tone.

Her two secretaries stared at the woman in awe. Fiery, untouchable she was. Pure, clean, and untouched by anyone.

Enthusiastic, her high ambition seems ready to destroy everything. Her sharp logic and dominant selfishness, it is difficult for anyone who wants to bring down the woman.

Then she attached a sleek jacket to her shoulders. Wearing expensive leather gloves on both of her slender-fingered hands, the woman strutted sexily towards the exit of her room which was immediately opened by one of her secretaries, Braddock

-Percy- called the woman.

-I'm here, Ma'am,- said the other woman, the ambitious woman's second secretary. She quickly ran to keep up with her boss's sexy and agile pace.

-Fasten the meeting time.-

-Alright, Ma'am. I'll move it up to two hours—

-30 minutes, Percy. Don't delay the winning for too long,- she interrupted. Continues to sway, waving her two gloved fingers. Shooing away one of her subordinates who wants an autograph and blocks her smooth path.

-Ma'am,  Miss Boonchuy's clan has approved. You will meet in 30 minutes,- percy reported from behind. She was busy with the iPad in her hand.

-How confident she is- the woman chuckled. Adjusting her sleek jacket. Grinning, thin.

Boonchuy Group Core Company

-Let's wait for her arrival first, Miss Boonchuy. I can confidently say that I will only accept the largest share investment. Your rival is the only daughter of Grime Waybright, of course you know what kind of woman she is. Her terrifying determination is capable of destroying everything that stands in her way.-

The man in the smooth maroon coat spoke with confidence. He confirmed, emphasizing the woman in front of him, as if she wasn't the only one who wanted a giant tender from him.

Accompanied by their respective bodyguards and secretaries, the man and woman stood still, awaiting the arrival of the most influential woman in the business world in the past seven years.

The woman who had defeated dozens of businessmen and won giant tenders, controlling all the shares, holding absolute victory in her hands.

-Give me the tender, and your life will be peaceful. I've been dreaming of this triumph for two years, and I can't accept defeat. Mr. Alador, please know,- said the woman with a sexy posture, clad in a shiny dark blue suit.

On her left arm was perched a million-dollar watch that had only been produced once in the world. She sat on one of her long sturdy legs, holding a pen between her index and middle fingers, occasionally she fiddled with it slowly and stared at the owner of the tender as calmly as water in a golden cup.

Her lips were bright, her protruding jaw showing her beautiful, sexy, masculine, charismatic face, her thick wavy brown hair. there was not even a drop of fear in her eyes or her firm voice like an angel's command.

Standing behind her stately chair were two of her secretaries, secretaries to the woman who held the throne of Taylor Group Company, the eldest daughter of Adam Scott Boonchuy and Eve Plantar Wittebane

The first grandchild of Hopadiah Plantar and Sal Wittebane. the nephew of the President and Professor Caleb Wittebane Plantar and the Head of The Pentagon Philip Wittebane Plantar, and the cousin of Sprig Ripper Plantar; the Captain of the Navy SEAL Unit.

It's a mix between two fierce bloods, two great breeds of absolute rulers, Plantar and Boonchuy

-She's coming,- murmured one of Anne's secretaries.

Mr. Alador, the tender owner then stood up. Everyone in the room covered with bulletproof sniper glass stood up straight. turned their heads, staring at them towards the door that had been accessed and then automatically opened.

Everyone, except for the owner of Boonchuy Group Company, remained sitting quietly. Not turning her head, not interested in glancing or looking in the direction of all eyes. Focused, cold, calm, she just stared at the folder on the table.

The sound of pointed heels became clearer. The woman, the only daughter of a man named Grime Waybright, walked with a sexy gait approaching the round glass table accompanied by five dashing bodyguards armed with guns in their suits, and her two secretaries who were trained to be cunning.

All heads bowed, bowing their respects to the woman of great influence. Except for the one who remained seated, Anne still did not turn away from the map on the table. She was not at all interested in looking at the woman.

-Greetings, Miss Sasha Elizabeth Waybright. Welcome aboard,- said Mr. Alador. welcoming the woman whose name was beautifully written, Sasha Elizabeth Waybright

Braddock, Sasha's secretary, pulled out a chair for her boss, which Sasha immediately sat on with her shoulders straight. Her chest puffed out looking plump.

Then Percy, she took over the smooth coat from Ruby's shoulders, placed an iPad and MacBook in front of Ruby, then respectfully gave the pen to her boss.

Sasha didn't reply to everyone's greetings. She put one leg on her lap in a sexily pose, opened her MacBook and glanced at Mr. Alador calmly.

Mr. Alador gave a friendly smile and sat down. Suddenly the luxurious room seemed to be filled with hot, stuffy air, flowing with an expensive aura equal to the dominant rights of Anne Savisa Boonchuy. 

-Shall we begin?- Mr. Alador asked. The smell of money seemed to hit his nostrils. Two money-printing machines were now in front of him—Anne and Sasha. 

-How much do you want for your tender, Mr. Alador?- Sasha began to spout a series of sentences.

A sentence full of expells that she always uses in winning all global tenders. Allowing the tender owner to give the price according to what they want, that's how Sasha achieves victory.

Mr. Alador immediately felt awkward. He glanced at Anne who was unmoved, looking at her coldly and calmly as she spun her pen.

-Stop staring at him like that, Miss Boonchuy. You're intimidating him. Let Mr. Alador speak freely,- Ruby snapped immediately. Lifting her chin slightly, she stared at Anne with all the charm of her dark beauty.

Anne straightened her broad, Turning around as she returned Sasha's gaze to her. Their eyes met in the air, full of dancing fire demanding their respective victories.

-Stop making free offers, Miss Waybright. Businessmen are intimate with all the calculations. This is not an auction, this is the strict and risky world of business,- Anne replied, firmly. 

-I will do anything to achieve my goal, Miss Boonchuy. Please withdraw now if you feel you can't compete with me. Only cowards wouldn't dare to take risks,-  Sasha replied with grace and charisma.

Everyone fell silent. Feeling the burning tension, blazing inside. The burning passion and obsession for triumph burned in Sasha Elizabeth Waybright's eyes.

Sasha glanced at the silenced Mr. Alador. -How much, Mr. Alador?-  she asked again.

-I will invest 60 million euros,- Anne snapped. She looked at Mr. Alador seriously.

Sasha grinned while glancing at Anne. She once again observed the tender owner's tense expression

-80 million euros will be yours, Mr. Alador,- Sasha said elegantly.

-100 million euros. Give me the tender,- Anne said firmly. She held the pen between her fingers.

Braddock and Percy exchanged glances. So did Anne's two secretaries, and everyone in there exchanged glances in silence.

When Sasha stood up, Anne immediately stared at her fiercely. Sasha replied sharply. She pressed the edge of the glass table tightly, grinned thinly then she pushed a folder towards Mr. Alador

-150 million euros. Sign immediately and let's end this meeting, Mr. Alador. My time is too valuable to compete with her on monetary value,- Sasha said firmly.

Quickly and deftly, Mr. Alador made his signature on the folder with the jet black cover. Not paying attention to Anne who immediately fell silent, losing badly when she had not finished the match.

-What are you doing, Miss Waybright?!? I'm not finished—

-And I'm done, Miss Boonchuy. Accept your defeat and watch your tone in front of me- Sasha emphasized. She pointed at Anne's face with the pen in her hand.

She gave Anne a sharp, arrogant look, who then stood up angrily, causing Sasha to look up slightly to see her.

-Lower your hand, Miss Waybright. I'm not a dog who you point at when you give orders,- Anne said, her tone heavy and firm.

There Sasha chuckled then finally grinned faintly. -Everyone who loses is bound to feel very humiliated. You too. Totally humiliated,- Sasha laughed again. Putting her jacket on her shoulders with a graceful gesture.

-Well, Miss Boonchuy.- Sasha studied Anne's sexy and exotic face.

-This tender is rightfully mine, as I have been dreaming of it for three years. Know that I am a woman who cannot accept defeat, and I hate defeats in any form,- Sasha said.

-Just when I was about to get it, you appeared and made me so mad. You acted, and were so confident that you would win over me. Come on Miss Boonchuy, I am Sasha Elizabeth Waybright. the sole holder throne of the Waybright Company, the woman who beat you to win another big tender four years ago until you were in a panic facing the spotlight public. I thought you had learned from that terrible tragedy, but what?-

Sasha lifted her chin slightly, coldly arrogant as she stared at Anne who was staring at her fiercely.

-You're repeating your embarrassing, pitiful tragedy,- She continued, pulling the corners of her lips slightly thin.

Mr. Alador held his breath. He lowered his head, not daring to look at Anne neither Sasha. His guts shrank as he felt Anne's anger burning as if it was ready to explode and destroy them all in there.

-Save your face before the embarrassment grows, Miss Boonchuy- Sasha gave her sweet smirk. Fanning her triumph map gracefully.

She then broke eye contact with Anne and then walked away first, followed by her two secretaries and five armed bodyguards.

Anne clenched her two fists tightly. Her eyes followed Sasha's small back that radiated an expensive, arrogant and ambitious aura.

Instead of raging, Anne made everyone's eyes round slightly, stunned at the heavy yet melodious laughter that was created instantly. The masculine woman loosened her tie, pressed her inner cheeks with her tongue and continued to stare at the closed door.

-On the soles of her feet, she laid my pride. Excellent, Miss Waybright,- Anne said.

-Did you see that earlier, Mr. Alador?- Anne glanced at the old man who remained silent.

Anne sat down, resting her plump ass on the big chair in a slightly slumped position. The two loose buttons of her suit exposed a bit of her breast cleavage with her tie tilted to the side. She fiddled with the pen in her fingers.

She stared blankly at the table. -I'll cripple her,- Anne muttered, She grinned to herself. -I'll make her pay dearly for this-

-just wait for it, you fucking Waybright-

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This story will contain a lot of gore, harsh and vulgar language, as well as explicit, detailed and blatant sex scenes. Please be wise!

If you don't like stories and are sensitive to conflicts that are heavy and somewhat emotionally draining, as well as stories that contain adult content, then know that this is not for you, (I've warned you). 

Please enjoy this storyline and don't try to guess or have high expectations, because I write what's in my head, not following the reader's wishes or being governed by the reader.

September 19, 2024

Thank you, 

By: OhMiracleST

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Sasha Elizabeth Waybright's heels once again stole the spotlight, highly anticipated by everyone.

Her luxurious residence, nestled in the elite neighborhood, had become the envy of those who admired opulence. The grand classical structure, befittingly dubbed a mega mansion, stood tall like a royal palace.

It boasted three main floors, a basement, and a greenhouse in the back. The mansion was guarded by a hundred bodyguards and supported by dozens of active workers, each clad in their own uniforms.

A large rectangular swimming pool stretched along the side, ancient Greek goddess statues graced the front yard, and monstrous four-wheeled vehicles were neatly parked in perfect alignment.

-Welcome, Miss Waybright.-

That was the respectful greeting Sasha received as she made her way through the home she herself called modest.

All heads bowed as Sasha strutted seductively. She entered the elevator on the ground floor, heading for the third floor, a place completely off limits to anyone without her permission.

As the elevator doors opened, a sly smile spread across Sasha's face as her almond—shaped eyes spotted the one man she loved deeply.

The only man on this earth she respected, adored, and revered. The man who had shaped her into the unbeatable, fierce woman she had become. The one who had instilled in her the ambition, selfishness, and sharp logic she wielded so well.

Grime Waybright—her powerful father, strong and unmatched in her eyes.

Sitting on a single leather chair, Grime casually crossed one leg over the other, exuding the aura of old money. His rare, priceless smile was directed at his beloved daughter.

-Tell me you're the winner,- Grime said, watching Sasha approach.

-You already know the answer, Father. Defeat is death for me. As long as I breathe, there will be no such tragedy as defeat in my life,- Sasha replied, seating herself on another single chair across from Grime.

-That's my Princess,- Grime chuckled. He stood up and opened his arms, and Sasha immediately rose to her feet, rushing into her father's embrace. Grime placed a loving kiss on his daughter's forehead.

Sasha chuckled as well. There was no comfort like her father's chest, no shelter more secure than her father, and no place safer than his arms.

Grime was Sasha's first love, the love of his extraordinary, only daughter. A daughter abandoned by her mother, left in her father's care since birth, and now, at 33 years old, still cherished by him.

Sasha didn't understand what love was except the love she received from Grime. A 53-year-old man, authoritative yet fierce, he was both a warlord and a guardian angel to his daughter.

He spoiled Sasha like a queen, providing everything she needed, while sharpening her mind and character, tuming her into the extraordinary woman she was.

Sasha Elizabeth Waybright was the heart of Grime's life, just as he was hers. The love Grime showered on his daughter was so great that Sasha never needed love from anyone else.

Never offer that woman a commitment. Everyone who came to try would leave feeling small and humiliated. They couldn't break through the impenetrable walls of Sasha's heart.

People lost their wits when they tried. Coming with the intention of melting her defenses and claiming her heart, they ended up leaving with their confidence shattered and their spirits dimmed.

-I'm going to throw a simple dinner party to celebrate my victory,- Sasha said, breaking away from Grime's embrace.

-Do it. Invite the one who's brooding over her loss as well, bring her here. I'd like to have a chat with her,- Grime said, sitting back down on the sofa.

Sasha smirked slightly. -She can't bear the shame, Father. I've beaten her twice now for the same tender.-

-She'll come. Women like her enjoy a challenge, I know that much. Her family thrives on challenges, and they're highly manipulative,- Grime mused.

He smirked, thinking of Adam Scott Boonchuy, his rival with an absurdly irrational side, who now had a daughter just as remarkable—Anne Savisa Boonchuy, a woman determined to outmatch his extraordinary daughter.

-You're right, Father. I have to invite her. That woman is quite intriguing; she's the only one who doesn't flinch under my gaze. She even dared to glare back at me,- Sasha said coldly. Remembered how Anne had looked at her with disdain earlier, giving her no respect whatsoever, unlike the others.

-Are you offended?- Grime chuckled, watching Sasha as she scoffed faintly.

-No one looks at me like that, Father. She insulted me with her eyes, and I can't stand it. You know that.-

Talking seriously, her delicate hands moved subtly within the smooth folds of her tailored suit. Twirling a pen between her fingers like it was a cigarette, her undeniable charisma captivated everyone around her, leaving them mesmerized by Anne.

Anne stood tall and firm, confidently leading the board meeting at the company. They were discussing their failure to win the large tender they had been vying for over the past two years.

Soundly defeated by Sasha Elizabeth Waybright, Anne quickly shifted focus, preparing to align her vision with the company owned by her uncle, Caleb Wittebane Plantar.

As the meeting continued, Anne's secretary suddenly stood up, leaving her seat to approach her boss with a respectful demeanor.

Anne's sharp eyes glanced toward her secretary as she continued to speak.

-That damn woman has invited you to a dinner party at her home. It's at seven this evening, and several other company founders will be attending,- whispered Hunter, Anne's secretary.

Everyone in the room observed the exchange between the two without making a sound. Hunter wasn't hesitant to approach Anne in the middle of the meeting because he knew this was important. Anne hated learning things late.

-Tell that cursed Princess I'll be there- Anne muttered softly. -Bring out one of the Bugatti Chirons—l'll present it to her at the party tonight- Anne added.

Hunter chuckled before returning to his seat.

"Tell Miss Waybright, Ms. Boonchuy will be attending her invitation. She's already prepared a Bugatti Chiron for your cursed boss."

Hunter quickly typed out an email reply to Braddock, Sasha's secretary.

"No need, Hunter. Miss Waybright doesn't need a cheap gift like that. Please tell your damned boss."

Anne and Hunter exchanged glances, chuckling in unison. Anne knew full well how Sasha's team would respond to her so—called gesture of goodwill.

-We'll continue after lunch,- Anne concluded. -My pride is being toyed with and is on the line here. Pray that no lives are lost later-

In an instant, Anne's expression changed drastically. Her face became blank as she sank back into the leadership chair. A wave of heat, suffocation, and fury washed over her as her anger toward Sasha continued to swell.

Anne was filled with indignation. Twice now—twice, the same woman had defeated her. And this second time, it had truly humiliated her. The pride she'd always held high crumbled in front of Sasha Elizabeth Waybright.

The honor she was born into, inherited from both the Boonchuy and Plantar families, had been so easily trampled on by Sasha.

After everyone left the meeting room with respectful bows, only Anne and her two secretaries remained.

-Why don't you just kill that demon woman?- asked Gus, Anne's other secretary.

-I don't want her dead. I want her beneath my heel, Gus. I want to control her life,- Anne replied instantly. She looked emotional, blazing with rage. Her face even flushed, revealing the depth of her barely-contained fury.

Anne stared straight at the table, deep in thought about what she would do next

-Why not just dim her glory? You're not that weak, Ms. Boonchuy, You can topple Waybright Company's throne,- Hunter suggested.

-No, not like that. I want her to feel what I feel to be so restless she can't sleep through the night. She thinks she's untouchable, a tough and undefeated woman, and I hate that,- Anne snapped back quickly.

Hunter and Gus remained silent. They didn't understand how Anne's mind worked. She was always full of surprises. Even after years of working closely with her, they still couldn't fully read her.

Anne always took the middle path, one they never saw coming.

-I'm going to marry her.-

The President of Boonchuy Group Company stood up, pressing her hands firmly against the table and leaning forward slightly. Her eyes narrowed, and a faint grin appeared on her lips before she chuckled softly.

-A proud, headstrong, and ambitious woman like her will be utterly humiliated when her life is controlled by someone else. So yes, I will marry her, and she will be under my thumb for the rest of her life.-

-That's impossible,- Hunter and Gus chimed in together.

Anne briefly pressed her inner cheek with her tongue, wetting her lips before loosening her tight tie.

-Nothing is impossible. I'll feed her ego and ambition, and soon enough, she'll fall right into the trap. Think of it as me taming a wild dog.-

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Waybright's Grand Mansion

One word that spontaneously came to mind for all the guests: luxurious.

Undoubtedly, Sasha Elizabeth Waybright is a woman living in the utmost opulence. This is the assessment of everyone attending the elegant gathering she is hosting tonight.

Sasha's lavish home is filled with distinguished, influential, and wealthy individuals. Anyone deemed unworthy would never be invited to such an exclusive event.

Once everyone has gathered in the designated room-standing, chatting, and holding sparkling, colorful drinks—all heads turn. Their attention is drawn to the star who rarely attends parties like this.

Tall and commanding, Anne Savisa Boonchuy draws the spotlight. Her posture is confident, her aura masculine and dominant. She strides in with a cool swagger, followed by her two handsome secretaries, Gus and Hunter.

As she walks across the long red carpet, Anne keeps her shoulders back, her eyes scanning the room. She is searching for the troublemaker thatc ompelled her to attend this pointless gathering.

-Where is that fucking creature?- she murmurs, adjusting her watch.

-I think she's still in her room. The leading lady always appears toward the end,-Gus replies.

-Are you insinuating her or insinuating me too?-

-No, I'm not insinuating you, Ms.-

Anne ignores everyone, even her former clients who greet her. Her presence is too commanding to go unnoticed. She stands out in the crowd, becoming the center of attention effortlessly.

Meanwhile, on the third floor, Sasha is preparing to descend. She checks her reflection in the mirror, ensuring her appearance is flawless.

-She has arrived,- Percy remarks, observing Sasha who's spray a high—end perfume on her neck.

Sasha raises an eyebrow in arrogance. -What's the point of telling me? She's not a special guest or a woman I've been waiting for,- she replies coldly.

-My apologies,- Percy mumbles, looking down.

-Let's go down.- With that, Sasha strides past Percy with an elegant sway.

Taking the elevator, they head to the ground floor. As the elevator doors open, all eyes are instantly drawn to Sasha Elizabeth Waybright.

-She's here,- whispers Gus to Anne.

Immediately, Anne turns around, her gaze locking onto Sasha, who walks gracefully towards her. The tight black dress Sasha wears clings perfectly to her figure, showcasing her stunning curves. The slit runs from her thigh down, revealing her long, shapely legs, complemented by expensive stiletto heels.

The dress also accentuates Sasha's full, perfect bosom, enticingly prominent. Her beautiful hair cascades down, and a blue diamond necklace sparkles around her neck, radiating an aura that far exceeds the value of the jewelry she adorns.

Arrogant, assertive, and captivating, Sasha Waybright appears far more exquisite than any jewelry she wears.

-OH god she's fucking beautiful-! Hunter admits, unable to hide his admiration.

From twenty meters away, Anne is certain Sasha will approach her. The woman walks with an air of confidence, with Percy trailing behind.

Anne straightens her shoulders and raises her chin, meeting Sasha's cold gaze. Their eyes lock in the air, intense and unyielding. The atmosphere seems to darken, shrouded in a fog of tension.

As Sasha steps closer, her gaze sharpens, increasing the conflict between these two strong—willed individuals.

Sasha halts directly in front of Anne, her aura enveloping the room. They stare at each other in silence, the intensity growing.

-Greetings, Ms. Boonchuy. Welcome,- Sasha says smoothly, her tone laced with arrogance.

A thin smile forms on Anne's lips. Her eyes delve into Sasha's, and Sasha can feel the powerful, threatening aura radiating from Anne.

Anne holds her drink in her left hand. She brings her right hand, clad in black leather gloves, up to her face, partially obscuring it. Another thin, charming smile graces her lips as she gazes intently at Sasha, who stands unflinching before her.

-Greetings, my Princess. Thank you.-

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Soft conversations filled the large rectangular dining table. The aromas of delicious dishes and red wine surrounded all the people seated in the available chairs.

The dinner had started fifteen minutes ago. Everyone was quietly enjoying it, using their own refined and elegant dining techniques.

At one end of the table sat Sasha, accompanied by Percy beside her, and at the other end sat Anne with her two secretaries beside her.

Anne had no appetite. She was forcing herself to eat the delicious dishes even though, deep inside, she desperately wanted to blow Sasha's head off with the gun tucked under her jacket.

She was disgusted—truly disgusted—by the way Sasha looked at her with such arrogance and a silent mockery. Once again, Sasha was showing everyone that Anne had lost to her.

-Ms. Boonchuy,- Sasha suddenly spoke.

All eyes were now on her.

At the other end, Anne smiled, though faintly, ready to hear the next degrading words Sasha would hurl at her.

-If you want, I can offer you a few small projects. At least, your two-year dream of securing this big tender won't be completely shattered,- Sasha said elegantly.

Gus let out a faint sneer, Hunter grinned, but Anne kept her thin smile.

-You're very kind, Miss Waybright. But I don't need it. Give it to someone who truly needs it.- 

As she chewed gracefully, the corner of Sasha's lips curled sharply. She sipped from her cold, sweet drink and again locked her eyes on Anne across the table.

-Lower your pride a bit, Miss Boonchuy. Just admit you need my help,- Sasha said. -Tell me, what kind of project do you want? Imagine our companies working together, building a winning partnership-wouldn't that be wonderful?- Sasha laughed softly, her voice smooth and melodic.

All the other guests chuckled along. They continued eating calmly while listening to the intriguing exchange between Sasha and Anne, knowing well that the two had just engaged in a fierce bidding war for the samecontract.

Anne's cold gaze sharpened. She took a sip of her chilled wine, still studying the beautiful face of the woman.

-I could easily buy Waybright Company along with your hundreds of employees, Miss Waybright. I'm not so broke that I'd need to beg for a small project from you- Anne said, firm but calm.

-In fact, I think you should lower your own arrogance a bit and prepare to be a good fiance to me.-

Completely, all eyes widened. Everyone at the table stared at Anne in disbelief, even Percy had to cover her mouth with her hands from sheer shock.

Seeing Sasha's cold and disgusted expression turn to astonishment, Anne smirked, taking another sip of her wine while continuing to gaze at the woman.

Gus and Hunter exchanged glances, chuckled in unison, and did a handshake behind Anne.

Sasha straightened her shoulders, lifting her chin slightly toward Anne.

-The universe knows I'd rather remain single for life than marry a weak, useless woman like you. You and everyone out there are no different, Miss Boonchuy. Dreaming of reaching the moon, but you're just a little chick- Sasha retorted.

Everyone was still stunned by Anne's words. It felt like a complete affront to Sasha Elizabeth Waybright, a woman everyone knew didn't need a lover to accompany her, let alone as a wife

Sasha was perfect, even if she stood alone without a partner.

-Listen to me, Miss Waybright.- Anne chuckled, teasingly. She now lifted her fine  suit revealing her shoulders and arms that were visibly toned beneath her blouse.

-Clearly, I'm different from those men and women out there, and you know it- Anne said, smiling in a way that made Sasha even more disgusted.

-Let me cut to the chase.- Anne crossed her arms, sitting more relaxed, spreading her sturdy legs confidently.

-How much of a dowry do you want? In what form?- Anne adjusted her seating posture.

-I have major shares, a few islands, the core companies of the Boonchuy Group, and all my wealth would be yours if you agreed to become my sweet and humble wife.-

Immediately, Sasha stood up. She pressed hard against the edge of the table, her jaw tightening. -No one is worthy of standing beside me, Miss Boonchuy. Including you. Stop insulting me, because becoming your wife would be the greatest insult to me.-

-Don't you long for the touch of someone experienced like me, hmm?- Anne taunted boldly. This was the perfect moment.

Sasha's face flushed bright red. She was furious, as if every bit of food she had just swallowed was about to be spat out all over Anne's pretty features.

-Get out of my house! Now!- Sasha snapped through gritted teeth, her beautiful eyes wide with rage, her jaw clenched even tighter.

Without hesitation, Anne stood up, followed by her two secretaries.

The woman smiled sweetly, teasing Sasha who looked ready to explode with emotion. Anne flashed a brief smirk, pressing the inside of her cheek with her tongue, maintaining eye contact with Sasha's furious glare of disgust.

-My offer still stands. Come to me if you ever long for a touch. I know a woman like you sometimes craves affection, the kind only someone like me can give, right?- Anne finished, her words punctuated with a mocking chuckle.

She turned away, followed by her secretaries, offering a cool two-fingered salute and a playful wink in Sasha's direction, provoking the angry woman even further.

Adam, Eve, and Polly exchanged glances. They took turns looking at Anne, who had been silent all this time. Even when asked for her opinion, the woman didn't respond.

-What are you thinking? Finish your breakfast,- Eve urged, trying to bring her daughter back from her daydreaming.

Anne's eyes shifted, glancing at the faces of her parents and her sister in turn before she smiled.

-There's someone who's been bothering my mind. She insulted me and demeaned our clan,- said Anne.

-Tell me who,- demanded Adam Scott Boonchuy, finishing his breakfast and waiting for Anne's answer.

The leader of the Boonchuy clan was no longer as young as he used to be. But still, his aura and high authority remained unchanged, his cruelty merely resting in peace, not gone. One should never dare wake it.

-Grime Waybright's daughter- answered Anne.

Eve glanced at her husband. -Grime Waybright's Daughter insulted your daughter, Adam. Respond accordingly- Eve urged, observing her husband's overly calm demeanor.

The woman knew who Grime Waybright was. Her husband's fierce rival during Adam's prime, when Anne had only been two years old.

Instead of getting angry, Adam smiled. -Marry her. Make her part of our clan.-

-What?!?- Polly nearly choked on her breakfast. The eccentric adult woman, who took after much of Hawa's personality, scoffed when she heard her father's command to her brother.

-Dad should've ordered Anne to kill that woman, not marry her. Who doesn't know her? Sasha Elizabeth Waybright is the most arrogant woman on the face of the earth. She considers herself far too perfect and extraordinary, and let me make it clear now—I would never accept a devil like her as my sister-in-law.-

-But by marrying her, she will be under my control for the rest of her life. I want to make that woman feel humiliated for the rest of her days by being married to me-  Anne explained quickly.

-Her insults have been disturbing my thoughts. While all the other women and people praise me, she belittles me, and even our clan. She has ruined my sleep for several nights now. For God's sake I can't accept any of her words- added Anne afterward.

Eve's melodious laughter filled the room. -You've made the right decision. Marry her. A woman like that will truly feel humiliated and utterly defeated when her life is under your control.-

-Mom, are you serious?- Polly once again voiced her disagreement.

-She is completely unworthy to stand beside Anne, let alone become part of us,- Polly said in annoyance. She remembered the moment when Sasha had once looked at her with a mocking sneer. They had accidentally crossed paths at the number one beauty parlor in Toronto.

Polly remembered well how Sasha had looked at her that day, making her want to slice Sasha's face with a razor or gouge out her eyes with the tip of her heels.

Don't ask where Polly got such sadistic thoughts from. Once again, she had inherited much of Eve Plantar Wittebane's personality, while Anne was undoubtedly a reflection of their father, Adam.

After voicing her disapproval, Polly's expression changed drastically from one of irritation to a calm, tranquil gaze. Her eyes turned cold, with dilated pupils.

-But it's fine. Marry her, and I'll teach her how to become a true sadistic woman. She's arrogant, but she forgot to add cruelty to her character.- Polly chewed slowly, her voice shifting into the same melodious tone as Eve's.

The four people at the dining table laughed together. Like a strange mystical family, their laughter was equally sweet and calm. Then, in an instant, they forgot the topic they had just discussed, as if they had never even mentioned Sasha Elizabeth Waybright.

For those who knew the Boonchuy clan's history, the mystic atmosphere had existed since the time of Gwendolyn Boonchuy and Dell Boonchuy, the union of two unreasonable bloodlines—Plantar & Boonchuy— now creating their children who also possessed unfathomable minds.

-Miss, please calm down. You're hurting your own hands.- Percy and Braddock were worried about their boss, about Sasha, who was raging after reading rumors about her and Anne Savisa Boonchuy on her Twitter feed.

Sasha was furious in her office. She swept all the papers off her desk, letting them scatter across the floor, fiercely raking her beautiful hair, and slowly rubbing her face with clenched hands.

Without a word, she raged on, once again reading the hot rumors about her and Anne that had spread widely. It all began from an account posting her picture alongside Anne's with the caption:

"They are in a relationship, and Anne Savisa Boonchuy has proposed to her. The one of Famous woman in Toronto has been softened; she is going to get married."

-What kind of humiliation have you created, Savisa? What kind of humiliation is this?- Sasha snapped. She shouted angrily, throwing her expensive Iphone to the floor, breaking it into pieces.

-Miss—

-Shut up!- Sasha interrupted, glaring fiercely at Braddock. 

-Find the owner of that account and bring them to me. Now!- Sasha shouted again. Braddock and Percy hurried out of the room, moving quickly to track down the Twitter account that started this hot rumor, which had become the second trending topic across Canada.

Sasha pulled out another phone from her bag as it rang. The number was new and had never been saved, this was the first time that number had contacted her.

-Hello—

"Have you seen the hottest tweets on Twitter today darling?"

Sasha's eyes widened. She stood up, her jaw tightening. -What are you fucking doing, you bastard? You're ruining—

"Ssshh... don't yell, darlin'. Now come meet your fiancé, and let's discuss the wedding reception. I'll be waiting for you in my office."

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Sasha deftly turned the steering wheel, parking her Mercedes-Maybach S-class in the parking lot of one of the skyscrapers in Canada, the Boonchuy Group Company.

Without Braddock and Percy accompanying her, Sasha seriously decided to go directly to Anne Savisa Boonchuy after Anne ended their call unilaterally without any further explanation regarding the hot rumors about the two of them at the moment.

Sasha's sudden arrival must have been very surprising. All the humans on all the floors of the building, they were like a dream to see a Sasha Elizabeth Waybright  come to their company office, alone and without any security.

In unison, they all bowed low to Sasha, who she certainly ignored. She hurriedly strutted with a sleek black coat hanging down her back.

The white thigh—length dress she wore tightly hugged her buttocks and firm, untouched breasts. She also wore sunglasses to avoid eye contact with other people in the building, and her 10-inch heels firmly clattered, creating a sound that had an arrogant nuance. In her left hand she carried a world—renowned brand bag.

Meanwhile in her room, Anne watched Sasha trot through the computer screen that had been connected to the CCTV. The woman had exited the elevator, arrived at the top floor and walked like a model towards her current room.

-She's like an angry bull- Gus said. He chuckled, finding it amusing.

-She's going to headbutt you, Ms. Boonchuy,- Hunter added, chuckling as well.

Anne stroked her chin, looking at the screen where Sasha was getting closer and was about to open the door to her office. The woman then turned her large chair and faced the front. leaving the computer screen.

Waiting for the arrival of the 'female bull'

BRAKH! 

Using her long, heeled legs, Sasha broke through and kicked Anne'ss door until it slammed against the wall behind

The two handsome secretaries and the elegant, arrogant woman chuckled. Observing Sasha's expression that portrayed anger mixed with humiliation.

Anne stood up. -Welcome, My Lady,- she greeted.

Instead of returning Anne's seductive greeting, Sasha walked over and slammed her expensive bag straight into Anne's damn face. 

Sasha took off her glasses, she threw them away and pressed the edge of the table that was the barrier between her and Anne at the moment. Sasha pressed hard with both hands with her body slightly leaning forward.

-Do you fucking want to seek death with me, huh?!- growled the woman.

-Your tits are about to spill out,- Anne joked. Giving a lewd glance at Sasha's chest, on purpose.

Sasha didn't care about that, she wanted Anne's clarity here.

-You intend to humiliated me by creating such false rumors? What do you want?- Sasha said. Her voice rose two octaves.

-I want to marry you, Miss Waybright, not humiliate you. Since when did marriage become a shameful tragedy? You should be happy that someone as rich and famous as me would marry you,- Anne replied. She put Sasha's beautiful bag on the table.

Sasha's jaw tightened. She stared intently at Anne's stern—eyed face which was also staring intently at her. Gus and Hunter just watched, chuckling occasionally.

-Are you actually a human or an animal?-  Sasha glared. -Don't you understand my language? The human language?- she explained.

-Oh, I know.- The woman crossed her arms. Making her chest puff out even more. -You want to increase your wealth by marrying me, right?- Sasha flashed her narrowed smile.

-Are you that broke, huh?- Sasha pressed the edge of the table again as she leaned forward.

Anne? She was like water in a lake. She was that calm when even Sasha was ranting.

-You only have two choices- said Anne. She walked around the table and approached Sasha. The woman stood next to Sasha who then faced her, looking up to meet Anne's calm gaze

-Hand me the giant tender- Anne lowered her head, bringing their faces closer together.

Meeting their pretty eyes, they gazed intently at each other. She gazed at Sasha's beautiful face from such a close distance, so close that their lips almost met.

-Or I will make you my wife, under my control for the rest of your life, and make you feel humiliated as long as you breathe- Anne presses her words heavily to sound seductive and sexy.

Anne's eyes lowered, staring at Sasha's full lips coated in heart—red lipstick. Meanwhile, Sasha looked straight into the woman's eyes with disgust

As soon as Anne saw the corners of Ruby's lips curl inward, she was sure that this woman was about to spout—

-Ck! In your dreams, darling-

... 

Anne was shocked speechless. She grinned up her tight skirt, stood up straight and then slowly put on her face...

There Gus and Hunter glared in unison, staring intently at Sasha who had spitted in their boss's face. The only woman on this mortal earth who was so bold as to do such an unlawful thing to Anne Savisa Boonchuy

-What the— Are you out of your mind?- Hunter said angrily.

-Goddamn woman,- Gus swore. A moment later he jumped onto the table and lunged, pointing the muzzle of the gun right at Sasha's neck.

Sasha crossed her arms proudly without fear. She raised her chin as she looked at the three people in turn.

-You're all just rotten people, so stop disturbing my peaceful life filled with praise and respect. I'd rather die in a pure state than have to hand over my body to your asshole, insane boss,- Sasha said boldly. Anne was nothing in her eyes.

-I hope you can handle this rumor well and clear my reputation again- said Sasha who hurriedly picked up her bag on the table.

Before leaving, she approached Anne who was still silent, shocked, devastated after she spat in her face.

-Listen.- Sasha looked at the eldest daughter of Adam and Hawa

-The giant tender is mine, and I'll not give it to you, or accept it for you to marry. I do not choose either because I am the Queen. And a Queen does not need a King or whatever. especially one who is only a street vendor like you- Sasha stressed, sarcastically and arrogantly.

-bye, bitch- Sasha concluded more sarcastically. Turning elegantly, she really left the room.

-Are you okay?- asked Gus and Hunter. They approached Anne anxiously.

Anne felt like she was going to explode. She clenched her fists with all her might, holding back her emotions that were about to explode. Restraining herself from going after Sasha and smashing the arrogant woman's head with bullets from her gun until her brains splattered on the floor with her blood spurting onto the wall.

Or stomping Sasha's stomach over and over again with her heels until her internal organs shattered like mush, or punching Sasha in the face so many times that her pretty face was bruised, her lips split, her teeth fell out, her jaw shifted, her nose broke, and her eyeballs popped out.

All these images filled Anne's head. If Sasha felt the punch from Anne's hand even once, then that woman died right there on earth. For God's sake.

-I'm going to kill her- Anne muttered in rage. Her eyes were red, her jaw tightened, her hands clenched so tightly that she was trembling slightly from the high level of emotion she was feeling right now.

-Miss Boonchuy!- Gus and Hunter shouted, running after Anne who was chasing after Sasha.

Sasha had already arrived at the ground floor. She hurriedly exited the building to approach her Mercedes-Maybach that was parked proudly in the front yard.

Just as Sasha was about to open her car door, Anne appeared and pulled Sasha's hand tightly by grabbing it. She made her turn around immediately and then spontaneously pounded both their chests on the car door, making Sasha gasp in surprise.

-The fuck do you want?- Sasha snapped. Not flinching when Anne stared at her intently like a primal lion ready to devour its prey alive.

Anne grunted harshly, her jaw tightening with clenched teeth, her eyes bulging. She gripped Sasha's hand with all her might and was sure the woman's wrist would turn red later.

-You—

-Miss Boonchuy, Miss Waybright!-

-Miss Boonchuy, is it true that you two are getting married?-

-Is it true that she proposed to you, Miss Waybright? Since when have you been in a romantic relationship?-

-Please answer the media's questions, Miss Waybright. Please put aside the hot rumors about you.-

Mess up.

A group of journalists, cameramen and media crew suddenly appeared, suddenly coming in droves, recording, photographing and asking for clarification from the two people.

Anne and Sasha were speechless at once. And unfortunately, their positions were very conducive to confirming the hot rumors. Sasha is leaning against the body of her car with Anne gripping her hand, their bodies perfectly pressed together. That's excellent Anne, Excellent. 

-oh... Fuck...-

Gus and Hunter didn't even dare to go outside. They went back inside and hid to avoid being questioned, then finally answered incoherently, creating an uncontrollable atmosphere.

Without warning, Anne let go of Sasha's hand and rushed to open Sasha's car door on the side. She went inside to hide, closing the window as tightly as possible.

Just like Anne, Sasha quickly opened the car door and got in. Closing the windows tightly, locking all the doors from the inside. Sasha hurriedly started the car engine, she turned the exhaust on the back, making the sound of her car engine

Sasha drove her Mercedes-Maybach past all the reporters and cameramen, leaving the courtyard of Anne's corporate office building with that asshole sitting next to her.

-Did you see that? Did you see that, motherfucker Anne? - Sasha said in anger as she drove fast, very nervous and worried that the damn group would find her again.

Anne gave a small gasp at the speed of the surprise car that Sasha was driving. It was true that she was the one who created the hot rumor about them on Twitter using a fake account with a large number of followers, also using their names as hashtags, until her post exploded.

But really, she was not at all prepared to answer all the questions from the media. Especially now that they were both mad as hell.

And besides, all this was just to destroy Sasha, she didn't really love that cursed arrogant woman.

-Shut up- Anne said, she was overwhelmed. 

-Fuck you!- Ruby cursed while hitting Anne's face again with her bag, just like in Anne's office before.

Anne quickly looked away, grunting as she saw Sasha speeding away. Also somewhat whimpering in pain from being hit twice in the face by the bag owned by the cursed princess Waybright.

-What?!- Sasha snapped, glaring. Suddenly she stopped the car on the side of the highway that was hot with the scorching sun.

-Get lost. My car isn't a place for animal waste like you- Sasha commanded, shooing away Anne who was glaring at her.

-Are you still sane? At least drop me off at my house, or drive me back to the office- Anne's brow furrowed.

-Get off, Miss Bastard. Get off before I rip your head off right here,- threatened Sasha seriously. She glared even harder, took out one of her pistols from the dashboard and pointed it right at Anne's forehead.

Anne, who saw the gun pointed at her, tried to take a deep breath to calm her emotions that were about to explode again. 

-I SAID GET OFF!!- Sasha snapped. She leaned towards Anne, opening the door for her and they stared at each other for a moment. Using a sharp glare as if that glare could kill each other.

Sasha sits back properly. But when she saw Anne put her hand inside her suit, they immediately pointed their weapons at each other.

With Anne aiming at the heart and Sasha keeping her aim at the forehead. They both pointed their guns at each other without breaking contact, betting between ego and pride that neither would budge. They could both be dead if they were equally eager to pull the trigger.

Their grins then turned cynical. Sasha tilted her head to the left, smiling coldly and flirting, not at all afraid of the death Anne would give to her.

-Should we kill each other, babe?- Sasha asked softly.

Anne chuckled. She lifted her chin slightly to show her arrogance and power.

-If you don't want to be with me, then just die with me-

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!!BLAM!!

-BYE, MOTHERFUCKER!! -

Those were the last words Anne heard after she was brutally kicked out of her car by, not to forget Sasha who looked at Anne like she was the scum of society that made her sick just by looking at her. Sasha gave her a middle finger before she drove off leaving Anne alone.

Right on the side of the main road in Toronto, with the sun shining brightly.

Anne chuckles as she glances at Sasha's car disappearing down the street. Once again, she was shocked by Sasha's rude treatment; it was only Sasha who dared to treat her like that.

Not long after, Anne could see and hear her Lamborghini approaching in the distance, its ferocious engine growling as Gus sped towards her. Gus did so because he found Anne—his boss's location through her GPS smart phone.

Gus pulled up. Not wasting any time, he got out and opened the car door for Anne, who was still sitting on the asphalt. Anne immediately got into the car and sat in the passenger seat next to the driver's seat while Gus sat in the driver's seat.

-You asked to be dropped off here?- Gus asked.

Anne who heard Gus's question only grunted sarcastically and glanced at the man who was driving. -What the fuck kind of idiotic question is that?-

Gus began to drive, glancing in the rearview mirror before making a sharp turn and driving off with the windows closed, the Lamborghini's engine revving furiously, as furiously as its owner.

-She dropped me off at that spot, kicked me out of the car, insulted me and looked at me like I was the mistake of this world and then left me- Anne answered in detail.

Gus almost laughed out loud. He quickly lit a cigarette and lowered the window a little so that the smoke wouldn't accumulate in the car.

-It's not easy to take her down, Ms. Boonchuy. See? She's really a rare creature, just like you said- said the cool secretary, casually smoking his cigarette without fearing that he might be fired by Anne for it.

Anne's bright lips curled as her gaze focused on the street. -Killing her and sending her to meet Jesus in heaven would be easy, but that's not what I want. I can destroy her and her glory any time I want,- Anne replied calmly as she clutched her chest, leaning back proudly.

-I am powerful over anything I desire. And I want her to be my wife and my rival for the rest of her life.-

-Are we thinking the same thing?- Gus commented as he was still focused on the car he was driving.

-About what? -

-Sasha. Do you also think she's still untouched and pure?-

A big smile spread across Anne's face. She didn't mind that Gus had jerked the steering wheel causing both rear tires to skid as they pulled into the company parking lot.

-That's what I'm curious about. Women who have known the world of love can't live without sex. Because they know sex is a necessity.-

-Like you, who's unmarried but has a special place to dump sperm- Gus chuckled.

Anne and Gus got out of the Lamborghini with an arrogant and cool posture, with Gus leading Anne beside him  -Yes. Like I said, sex is a necessity. Mature, hard-thinking women like me are easily stressed if that need isn't met. I don't like to masturbate in the bathroom like you and Hunter while looking at porn videos as a stimulation enhancer, I want to do it directly until I'm drenched in sweat, then release all that fatigue with a sense of relief-

Gus laughed as they walked down the long, glass—walled hallway. He was still chuckling as they entered the elevator.

-Your sex life is brutal, Ms Boonchuy- He said, laughing inside the elevator while Anne merely smirked.

-It's a family tradition. All those born in the Boonchuy bloodline have a brutal sex life. And I am very, very interested in making Sasha experience it. I want her to feel it- Anne revealed with a sly smile, the thought of Sasha lying underneath her sent chills down her spine.

Dinner was quiet. The large dining table, filled with lavish dishes, was only occupied by Grime and his daughter.

Occasionally, Sasha was busy tapping on her iPad, chewing, replying to important emails, and then putting more food in her mouth.

She was a woman who valued time, disciplined, and didn't like to waste good opportunities except for the offer of marriage from that bastard Anne Savisa Boonchuy.

Grime had been silent, though his eyes had been studying Sasha's wrist.

-Who's dare to created the bruise on your wrist?- Grime suddenly asked. He knew very well that his daughter wouldn't be careless enough to hurt herself.

Sasha stopped chewing and looked at her arm. She recalled the incident earlier that day when Anne had grabbed her hand so tightly it hurt.

-Anne. I went to her office to ask for an explanation about the hot rumors surrounding us, and she ended up grabbing my arm in the parking lot- Sasha explained simply.

He remained silent. but in his heart, Grime was almost boiling. From the time Sasha was very young until she was 33 years old today, never once had Grime thrown a single hit or physically abused to his daughter.

In Grime's eyes, Sasha was a precious and fragile diamond that he had to protect as much as possible. His big hands never slapped or pulled Sasha's ears. Hurting her was equivalent to slicing her own heart, and he could never do that.

-Come here, let me compress it,- Grime exclaimed, his expression very serious.

Sasha's sweet smile instantly grew. She left her seat and approached Grime and immediately hugged the old man as she stood up, Grime returned her hug and gently stroked the small of her back.

-She bruised your hand, and you didn't retaliate?- Grime asked, unable to accept it.

-I spat in her face-  Sasha replied with a chuckle.

Grime immediately joined her laughter. -Good, That's my girl-

The father and daughter embraced again. Sasha was spoiled by Grime; without him, she was just a burnt clump of dust, fragile even in a light breeze.

He was her fortress of life, a solid pillar, a rock in the middle of the ocean, a main shield, and a giant protective wall—so strong in Sasha's eyes.

All the staff present wore warm smiles as they watched Grime and Sasha. The most beautiful, sweetest thing they had ever seen was how Grime loved his daughter.

Years ago, precisely eight years earlier, Sasha had a terrible accident when she was 25. That very night, Grime flew from Dubai to Canada. He left all his business, canceled collaborations with influential parties in Dubai, and rushed home to see Sasha who was gravely injured and nearly lost her life.

Grime cried all night. By Sasha's bedside, he couldn't hold back his tears, sobbing until his chest heaved, struggling to breathe, feeling a tremendous pain in his heart.

Grime's world felt like it was collapsing, shattered into pieces when he saw his daughter in a coma with several broken bones. Major surgeries were even performed; Sasha's heart and both eyes were replaced because they were beyond saving.

Grime screamed deep within. He cried out to God, feeling utterly broken. If he could, he would have made a bargain with the angel of death to take his life first.

That was the darkest day Grime had ever experienced. Even to this day, being able to see his daughter's beautiful smile felt like an extraordinary miracle. He still felt the violent tremors that threatened to drive him insane each time he recalled those dark times when Sasha almost left him.

-Uh? Why are your eyes red, Dad?- Sasha cupped Grime's cheeks.

-My heart aches every time I see you hurt. This bruise reminds me of when you were in a coma, covered in bruises all over your body, and you were almost dead. You breathed only with medical assistance, sleeping who knows for how long, surrounded by medical equipment, and I couldn't see your smile,- Grime spoke softly, his eyes growing warmer.

-I will always be with you. Hold me- Sasha requested. They embraced again, watched by all the tear—filled eyes around them, as everyone held their hearts.

Such was the love Sasha received from Grime; and do not offer her love from anyone else. She did not need it.

Sasha's first love was Grime. and Grime's undying love was Sasha. This was the greatest, purest, and most genuine love that the entire mega mansion had ever witnessed.

Amidst the emotional atmosphere of the night, it seemed the universe truly supported the union of the two proud lineages, Boonchuy and Waybright.

A bodyguard rushed in after running quickly out of the elevator. On the dining room floor, in the corner with its transparent glass walls.

-Greetings, Mr. Waybright. Greetings, Miss  Waybright- The burly bodyguard hastily greeted them.

The bodyguard, visibly tense and cautious, reported, -The leader of the Boonchuy clan, Adam Scott Boonchuy. and his daughter, Anne Savisa Boonchuy. have arrived and are waiting in the living room on the ground floor-

The Mega mansion seemed to be on the verge of explosion, due to the Boonchuy clan's fondness for the art of explosion.

-We'll meet them- Grime decided, leading the way with measured steps, followed by Sasha from behind.

As they reached the ground floor through the elevator, four pairs of eyes locked onto each other. The most intense gaze was the one between Adam and Grime.

Grime looked at Adam calmly and unreadably directly. The Boonchuy clan leader stood wearing a fine formal suit, accompanied by Anne, who wore a tight black dress up to her knees that was clad in a suit coat that was only hooked at the shoulders; accentuating all the curves of her beautiful toned sexy body.

Anne's lips curled slightly upon seeing Sasha. It was the first time she had seen her without makeup—her face bare, clean, with soft, healthy—looking lips, and not a single blemish on her fair, smooth skin.

If anything, her aura only intensified. She looked truly beautiful, confident, and captivating like a mature woman in her thirties.

Adam and Grime continued to assess each-other from up close, surrounded by Sasha's numerous bodyguards, each with weapons discreetly tucked into their suits.

-Greetings, King Waybright,- Adam said, tilting his head slightly to the side and raising an eyebrow, smirking arrogantly.

-Greetings, the son blessed by all the Boonchuy ancestors- Grime replied, briefly raising his hand in front of his face.

Without taking his eyes off Adam, Grime extended his hand toward Sasha which she took. Grime gently squeezed his daughter's hand and drew her closer, securing her by his side.

Meanwhile, Anne chuckled softly at Sasha's arrogant and condescending look toward her. But still, she noticed the admiration in Sasha's eyes for her father—Adam Scott Boonchuy.

Sasha always held deep respect and admiration for powerful father figures. She couldn't dismiss Adam's presence. Sasha acknowledged that Adam was the king of the Boonchuy clan, just as her father ruled over the Waybrights.

-I am greatly honored by your visit, King Boonchuy. Thank you for setting foot in our humble abode- Grime remarked, his words humble, yet his tone and expression exuded pride.

They sat down together on the large, plush sofa in the room, crossing their legs elegantly and confidently.

-I assume you come bearing good news and not a declaration of war between our clans-  Grime continued.

Adam briefly glanced at his Daughter beside him, then at Sasha, before settling his gaze back on Grime.

-Yeah, cause I would like to propose to your wonderful and perfect daughter, the extraordinary woman of many accomplishments, Sasha Elizabeth Waybright. To become a part of my clan by marrying her to my daughter Anne Savisa Boonchuy who is such a wonderful bastard-

Sasha immediately turned her head sharply, her eyes widening as she stared at her father; Grime quickly tightened his grip on her hand, hoping to calm her down.

How disgusting. Sasha's jaw clenched tightly when she caught the look of triumph on Anne's face. The woman even wiggled her eyebrows at Sasha, mocking her.

-What does your daughter possess that makes her so bold as to wanna marry my daughter, who already has everything?- Grime asked, locking eyes with Adam in an intense stare—down.

-Let my nephew marry your daughter, Grimothy-  a firm voice came from the main door.

All the bodyguards immediately widened their eyes. They quickly bowed as Caleb Plantar Wittebane appeared, accompanied by Evelyn beside him. Both of them exuded strength and a menacing aura as they crossed the doorway.

Grime squeezed Sasha's hand even tighter. He would never allow his daughter to become part of that clan... NEVER

Before they could finish processing the tension in the air, another wave of anxiety followed. The sound of helicopters drew near, accompanied by the strong wind generated by two helicopters hovering overhead.

Both helicopters landed right in front of the Mega-Mansion.

Philip Plantar Wittebane. the leader of the  Plantar clan and the head of the Pentagon in the U.S. emerged from the military helicopter. Exuding authority and dominance, he walked with pride, dressed in his official Pentagon uniform.

Without permission, Philip walked through the main door. The former Captain of the battalion regiment stood next to his oldest brother, Caleb Plantar Wittebane.

Sasha's bodyguards were nearly breathless, their eyes wide open, unblinking, bowing for almost a full minute before the leader of the Pentagon.

-Let Anne marry her- Philip suddenly declared. His tone was calm but still firm, deep, and commanding.

Just as Philip finished speaking, all of Sasha's bodyguards, including Sasha herself, held their breath as the most brutal and ruthlessly trained figure appeared, having jumped out of the other helicopter

Captain Commander of the Navy SEAL Unit, leader of the Navy SEAL's best of the best, Sprig Ripper Plantar. emerged, his head wrapped in a black cloth down to his neck like a mummy. He was heavily built, carrying an F2000 on his back, with his waist filled with holsters holding glocks and flesh—piercing forbidden blades.

There were no more pleasantries. Sprig leaped onto the table, crouched coolly, and immediately aimed his F2000 machine gun at Grime's face, who stiffened as much as possible. Grime could not make out the expression of the Navy SEAL Commander.

-Marry your vile daughter to Anne immediately. She has insulted the Plantar and Boonchuy clans, and the punishment is that she must become part of this clan she deems rotten,- Sprig stated firmly.

-I will never allow my daughter—

-Marry them- Sprig demanded, brutally forcing the barrel of his gun into Grime's mouth.

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It was the heaviest position to be Anne Savisa Boonchuy fiancée.

One week after the night when Grime agreed to marry off his daughter to Anne—at gunpoint by Sprig Ripper Plantar in his mouth—now, all the media's questions were confirmed by Anne.

She and Sasha had publicly announced that they were indeed getting married after being in a relationship for the past six months. The news grew hotter, with Canadian television constantly airing the faces of both company leaders, praising them, and eagerly awaiting their wedding day, which was touted to be the most expensive wedding of the decade.

Forgetting Sasha Waybright for a moment, there was another woman, desperately shedding tears and crying without being able to stop.

Lying facedown on the bed, the woman's back shook uncontrollably for the past ten minutes. For the umpteenth time, she and Anne had fought, quarreling in the VVIP hotel room after news of Anne and Sasha's engagement was confirmed.

The woman finally sat up at the edge of the bed. She slowly wiped her face, drying her tears, and brushed back her hair. Her swollen eyelids and trembling lips showed how much she was holding back.

Anne's gaze, filled with sorrow, never left her. She sat on a single sofa near the hotel window, only wearing a tanktop. She knew she had to let this woman go soon.

-Is that it? Is there anything else you want to say besides everything I've already seen on TV and read all over my social media?- The blue-haired woman's voice trembled.

-Nothing? Fine, I'm leaving. There's still a lot I need to—

-Olivia, listen to me,- Anne interrupted. She stood up, leaving the sofa, walking weakly toward her lover, Olivia Filenko.

-What else is there to hear? Look at this, look at your hand. You're already wearing your engagement ring with Sasha Waybright, the most famous woman in Canada. Happy? Yeah, I know- Olivia quickly replied, lifting Anne's left hand, where the engagement ring with Sasha was already set.

Anne looked at her lover's beautiful face. -What should I do?- Anne asked, flatly.

-What should you do? Oh, you don't have to do anything, Anne. Just focus on preparing for your wedding- she said, trying to remain strong.

Anne lowered her head, looking back at her lover. -I'm sorry. I truly love you, but—

-I don't want to hear anything. I've had enough. I've endured being with you for a year, but you always kept me hidden as if I were some dirty secret, You've been close to many women, you're friendly with them, and then at night, you come to find me. You—

-I'm sorry,- Anne quickly cut her off, now grasping both of Olivia's hands.

-I love you, but honestly, I can't marry you, Olivia. I can't marry you- Anne said softly. Her calm eyes scanned Olivia's face.

-Then why did you make me stay for a year? I have feelings too, Anne. I'm a woman who also wants you to acknowledge my existence, not always keep me hidden,-  Olivia retorted, crying uncontrollably.

How could Anne explain it to Olivia? Yes, she truly did love her, but Olivia was never the one her heart chose. Olivia never gave her any sense of challenge or struggle, and she couldn't offer her anything but love.

Olivia was just an ordinary woman, a former employee of hers, with no influence whatever. She was just one of the many women who were madly in love with Anne, and she was lucky because Anne accepted her love a year ago.

This 30-year-old woman didn't bring any significant impact into Anne's life. And women like her were not what the Boonchuy and Plantar families sought, not at all.

But what could be done now? Olivia was already too deep. She had given all her love, even her body, to Anne. They had been together for a year, and she had used contraceptives to prevent pregnancy. Imagine if she hadn't, she would have been pregnant by now, given birth to a child, and still, Anne wouldn't marry her.

It was cruel for Olivia, but it was a risk she had to bear. She was the one who offered herself so easily, not Anne who fought to win her over.

-This is the last time we'll meet,- Olivia muttered, pulling her hand harshly out of Anne's grasp.

The Woman sighed subtly, agreeing. Their relationship had to end soon. Whatever happened, Anne would never be able to marry her or make her life partner.

-I'm sorry,- Anne murmured softly.

With reddened eyes, holding back her pain, Olivia nodded faintly. Thus ended the relationship between Anne and Olivia. One year wasted, one year without meaning, a year that would only be remembered.

The lesson learned: never expect more when as a woman you don't have any value to be proud of. A Worthy person will only marry a worthy person too. and vice versa, This is a realistic fact.

The drama was staged; creating a sweet facade was Anne and Sasha's mission these days.

During lunch hour, with her Lambo. Anne came to Waybright Company to pick up her fiancée, Sasha Elizabeth Waybright.

And it wasn't just one, but several paparazzi cameras awaited them outside, ready to capture both of them and spread videos and pictures of the dollar—scented couple across social media.

As Anne and Sasha appeared, cameras flashed in rapid succession. Sasha clung to Anne's well-toned arm as they walked to Anne's Lambo. She opened the car door for her fiancée.

They looked sweet, loving, and deeply in love. They appeared to be a couple destined to be together, a love sent from heaven.

But once Anne left the parking lot and tightly closed all the windows of the beastly Lambo, the tense atmosphere between them surged. Tense, silent, they stared straight ahead.

Sasha crossed her arms arrogantly. -I hate this disgusting drama- she muttered.

-Enjoy it. The world knows we're getting married. Just be flexible and live through it, instead of feeling ashamed- Anne retorted. She was satisfied seeing Sasha's helplessness.

Occasionally, Anne glanced at Sasha from the corner of her eye. She was beautiful, always beautiful, mesmerizing, and always expensive. The woman truly maintained her appearance flawlessly.

Sasha looked stressed and somewhat burdened. The reality of soon becoming a wife had truly disturbed her sleep patterns.

-Getting married, becoming pregnant, taking care of children and a lover, becoming a housewife-not all women dream of or desire that. Not all women want it.- Sasha suddenly spoke, softly and calmly.

-We are born, educated, given the highest education possible, not merely to marry someone and serve them for the rest of our lives. Not every woman wants a marriage that may not even bring happiness,- Sasha continued to express her thoughts.

-Not me, and I'm pretty sure not you either- she added. She and Anne looked at each other, locking eyes.

-I earned my doctorate while navigating the business world, taking over my father's position running the Waybright Company. I have strived to be a woman of worth, striving to be someone who cannot be looked down upon- Sasha added. She crossed her arms again, staring straight ahead.

-I've built my personal branding around beauty and the luxury of my life, I've built my success in the eyes of the world, I've made myself a woman to be respected, but I did not do it all just to end up stuck in the kitchen, pregnant, and raising children all day,- Sasha continued.

Suddenly, this beautiful woman looked morose. She sighed deeply and lowered her gaze weakly, staring at the luxurious bag resting on her lap.

-All in vain. I will still end up as a housewife who has to respect you and serve you for the rest of my life- Sasha muttered.

-You and I have to live with someone I don't love and who doesn't love me. With someone I hate, and who hates me. Bound forever in marriage.-

Anne chuckled. She drove the car at a steady pace, leisurely navigating the afternoon streets of Toronto.

-I like the way you think. You're right, not all women dream of becoming housewives. And me neither, I don't wanna be the 'housewifes' like you said- Anne spoke up.

-And not all women are born, educated, and given the highest level of education solely to end up as a wife stuck in the kitchen. Marriage, pregnancy, raising children, serving their lover—not all women dream of it, and not all women want it-  Anne continued.

-I like the way you think,- Anne added. She turned her head slightly, glancing at Sasha, observing her side profile.

An alpha female, an independent woman—that was Sasha. Anne acknowledges Sasha's impressive values, and realizes that Sasha does not need a partner in her life. Both Anne and Sasha are independent and alpha women, both also don't need a partner. It was their selfish egos that got them both into this situation.

Both of them are perfect even without a partner. Especially Sasha; she is one of the most extraordinary women Anne has ever met in this modern era. A woman who can balance her with her open, rational, and logical mind.

She's extraordinary, Anne thought to herself.

When Sasha returned Anne's gaze, the mature woman was taken aback by the deep sadness in Sasha's eyes. She seemed hurt in both heart and soul, like someone devastated after a great storm.

Weakly, Sasha returned Anne's stare. -Why are you so cruel to me? This is the same as killing me,- Sasha said hoarsely.

Anne abruptly pulled the car over to the side of the road. She had never seen a look as wounded as Sasha's at this moment. She truly seemed cut to the core, drained of the will to live.

The woman was like a flame that had run out of oil and was about to extinguish.

Sasha's expression was blank, but her eyes were red. From the moment. Anne placed the engagement ring on her finger that night, Sasha seemed to lose her guiding light.

-Why are you so heartless?- Sasha asked seriously. Her voice was weak, soft, and increasingly hoarse. Asking why Anne was so cruel to her, why Anne wanted to dim her light.

-I beat you in the business world, and you dimmed my life by marrying me- Sasha added, even more helpless.

Anne's eyes widened, swallowing hard and blinking faintly. In her entire life, Sasha was the first woman who seemed so desperate at the thought of marriage. Sasha was the first who looked like she would die at the offer of marriage.

For a moment, Anne stared at the steering wheel, still slightly wide-eyed, stunned by how deeply Sasha was hurt. She looked back at Ruby, who was still gazing at her with a mixture of disbelief and repressed hatred.

-I... I..... —

-You're the cruelest and most heartless person I've ever met. You're dimming my life, Anne...- Sasha cut in weakly.

Anne fell silent again. She was at a loss for words, frozen in place.

-I'm just offering you marriage, not dimming your life,- Anne responded softly, her voice slightly hoarse.

Sasha turned her face toward the window, crossing her arms weakly and resting her head against the seat.

-But I don't need marriage from you, Mrs. Boonchuy. I don't want you or any marital bond from you. I'm happy with my life, untouched by anyone-

-Let me replace Grime Waybright in protecting you. All this time, you've only relied on him, but you need to realize your father won't be around forever- Anne explained. And that was the truth. Nothing lasts forever, especially someone's life.

-Don't use that as an excuse. I know you're hate me, neither I am who's hated you too-

-I'm serious.-

Sasha turned to look at Anne, who was also looking at her.

-Serious about what?- Sasha asked flatly.

-Protecting you. I want to protect you like Grime has all this time. I want to take his place for you, Mrs. Boonchuy-

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The Boonchuys and their million excuses.

Anne was no different...

Feeling she had an official bond as Sasha's fiancé, the night after the day they had almost had a fight in the car, now the woman came directly to her fiancée's residence.

Inviting Sasha out for dinner that was the excuse she would use. Very classic. But not too odd, since tonight happened to be a weekend, a Saturday night.

As soon as she heard the roar of her fiancé's Lambo engine entering the mansion's driveway, Sasha, who was at the pool immediately lost her temper.

-What does that creature beast want now,-  Sasha muttered in annoyance. She pushed back her wet hair as she swam to the edge.

Percy was there. Every Saturday night, Percy would always accompany her boss at home. -You're her fiancée, Miss. Of course, she wants to see you- Percy said. She quickly bowed her head when Sasha shot her a sharp  displeased look.

In the middle of her glass—layered swimming pool, Sasha swam. Wearing a sexy red bikini, it only covered part of her breasts and nipples.

Anne then appeared. Escorted by one of Sasha's bodyguards, who then quickly turned his back, not daring to look at the honorable lady.

Anne, however, was different. She walked casually, approaching the pool, and a thin smile crept across her lips as she spotted Ruby in the water.

The woman was wearing a dress suit that was both casual and formal. The sleeves of her black shirt were rolled up to the elbows, the top two buttons undone, revealing an expensive diamond pendant nestled between her prominent breasts. Her thigh-length tight pencil skirt with shiny black heels stood out. An expensive watch adorned her left wrist.

Her broad shoulders contrast with her slim, sexy waist. Anne stands straight and proud by the pool, watching Sasha who is also staring at her.

A sweet, fake smile spread across Sasha's face. She swims towards Anne, looking up until Anne bends down on one knee, squats down and brings their faces close, almost touching lips.

Anne alternated her gaze between Sasha's beautiful eyes, her wet lashes curving upward slightly.

While Percy on the other hand, was wide-eyed, covering her mouth tightly when she saw Sasha raise one hand gently holding Anne's jaw as if she was about to kiss her. 'Oh dammit those two'

-Should I pretend to walk over there and then act like I accidentally slipped in order to encourage them to kiss? No, Percy. Don't try to seek die- She muttered a little while imagining her own scenario until her face turned red. Imagining those two lovebirds who were only covered in fake intimacy kissing in front of her eyes made her want to scream at the top of her lungs

-What's up, Annie?- Sasha asked sweetly, her slender fingers still resting on Anne's tensed jaw.

While Anne's eyes moved, glancing at Saha's hand on her cheek, then back at Sasha's natural, perfectly unadorned face.

Anne remained still, her mesmerizing gaze observing her, trying to read what was playing in Sasha's mind and why she had suddenly become this sweet.

Poison is given to poison, sugar is given to sugar. If Ruby started with her sweet, empty gesture, all the way to Anne's jaw, then Anne retaliated by placing her delicate hand over Sasha's which was still on her cheek.

Anne grasped it, brought Sasha's hand to her lips, and gently kissed the back of her hand while their intense eye contact never wavered.

And Percy? she wanted to scream ASAP. She pressed her hand to her chest desperately not to faint as she watched this sweet yet bullshit scene unfold tonight.

The couple, who were about to marry in a few months, continued to stare at each other. Their gaze was uninterrupted by anything.

-Join me for a swim,- Sasha requested softly, her arms now wrapping around Anne's neck as sh leaned closer.

Anne's mind was filled with questions she couldn't answer. Sasha act was so natural that even Anne had trouble reading her.

-What does this mean?- Anne asked in a low, heavy voice, almost whispering as she continued to study Sasha's beautiful almond eyes.

A sweet smile appeared again on Sasha's lips. She moved back a little from Anne, cupped water in her hands, and poured it over her chest in front of her.

-I've never loved anyone in this world except my father,- she said, then gracefully dove underwater. When she resurfaced, Ruby gently wiped her face, pushing back her wet blonde-hair.

'She was incredibly sexy, My God' Anne had to admit that.

-Teach me to love you,- Sasha suddenly requested. She moved closer to Anne again, grabbing the collar of her suit and pulling their faces back together like before. Anne was still kneeling by the pool's edge.

Their lips were almost touching, so close that they brushed against each other. Their eyes darted back and forth, studying each other's faces.

-Teach me to love you, Annie. Make me fall for you so I can fully accept you in my heart- Sasha spoke softly, her voice melodious and alluring.

-We can start tonight,-  Anne replied. Her hand moved to hold Sasha's chin, lifting it so their eyes locked more firmly.

Sasha nodded slightly, her expression serious. For a moment, Anne's mind went blank when Sasha gave her a light kiss on the corner of her lips. Their lips met, though just barely.

her eyes squinted. Just as she opened her mouth to speak, the Thai woman suddenly plunged into the pool cause Sasha had pulled her forcefully.

-F...Fuck!— Anne swore. Now soaking wet, her large breasts and toned abs are clearly stamped under her soaked black suit.

Sasha giggled, watching her fiancé wipe her face and run a hand through her wet, wavy brown hair. The woman's figure is even more obvious as her soaked suit clings to her ideal body.

In the pool, they stood facing each other. Anne slowly moves forward with her dark brown eyes fixed on Sasha who is also staring at her. She continues to advance until their bodies are pressed together; both of their breasts are in contact with each other.

-Earlier today, you cursed at me. but tonight you're acting like you're desperately in love with me. What are you up to, huh?- Anne asked, raising her eyebrows.

Sasha didn't flinch. She wrapped her arms around Anne's slim waist. hugging her, while her other hand traced her warm jaw again. 'So romantic'

-Earlier today, I still hated you. But tonight, you came with your insane charm and made me want to try to love you,- Sasha replied naturally.

Anne clicked her tongue softly. However, afterward, she bent down and carried her in front of her. She held Sasha Elizabeth Waybright, gripping her butt and Sasha didn't even resist.

Even Sasha wrapped her legs around Anne's slender waist, wrapping her arms around the woman's neck affectionately. Their faces were now on a level, and Sasha's breasts were pressed tightly against Anne's breasts. Their hearts were racing; vibrating between passion and anticipation.

With one arm Anne held the woman. Her other hand moved to smooth Sasha's water—soaked blonde hair, gently rubbing her cheek with the back of her hand.

-Your acting is very natural, Mrs. Boonchuy- Anne whispered softly and flirty voice near Sasha's lips.

Hearing that made Sasha chuckle softly, her voice like a melody dancing in the night air. -And you enjoyed it, didn't you Mrs. Boonchuy?- she replied, also whispering in front of Anne's bright red lips.

Anne scrutinized her fiancée's almond eyes that radiated challenge. -Only for tonight can you act. From now on, I will truly make you obey to my love- Anne threatened with a determined gaze.

-Aww Really?-  Sasha tossed her hair aside, her expression full of mischief. She cupped Anne's cheeks, then traced her lips with her thumb; a movement full of temptation.

-Why don't I make you obey beneath my feet instead? Are you ready to surrender, let me go, and give all your wealth to me?- Sasha's expression was full of teasing smiles, her eyes sparkling as if challenging her.

This time Anne chuckled, her smile wide, revealing her white teeth. -I'm ready to go broke if that really happens.-

Anne adjusted her hold on Sasha. With both hands, she now carried the woman she had never touched before. Let alone touch her, just receiving her smile felt like something so precious she couldn't afford.

For nearly a minute, they gazed at each other in silence, without blinking. They intensely scrutinized each other's irises, searching for ways to dominate and defeat one another.

-Kiss my lips.- Sasha requested, her voice soft but firm.

Anne's forehead furrowed slightly. Once again, her mind was filled with many strange questions about Sasha's overly natural acting. Sasha's sparkling gaze seemed to plead, and she could hardly resist kissing her lips.

-Kiss my lips, Boonchuy. I want to make you the first person to taste my lips- Sasha asked again. Her gaze grew more pleading, creating a tension that permeated between them.

For a moment, they fell silent again. Until Anne began to hold the nape of Sasha's neck, trying to kiss her lips as the woman herself had requested. However, a raw punch flew landing right on Anne's nose.

Sasha struck, hitting the woman and immediately she dropped down from Anne's arms. Almost Anne fell into the water, and thick red liquid now flowed from her nose.

Dizzy, Anne felt. She was shocked by Sasha'ss sudden strength that was equivalent to that of an adult male.

The malice in Sasha's face burned, and she stood on her toes, gripping Anne's  suit collar, her face very close to her bewildered one.

-Did you think I was that cheap? Ck!— For the second time, Sasha's spit landed on Anne's face, adding to the anger within her.

-Listen, ya pervert.- Sasha's breath was hurried, every word spoken with determination. She almost died holding back the emotions and disgust that had been bursting inside her chest. -Never dream you can bring me down. For God's sake, I would choose death rather than giving my life, heart, love, and body to you for you to possess and control. Understand my words if you are truly a human and not a beast- Sasha declared angrily, her voice echoing in the silence of the night.

She slammed her head into Anne's mouth until Anne's lips broke open. Her teeth were stained red with blood, then she fell into the water after Ruby delivered one more powerful blow to her.

Sasha climbed to the edge. She quickly gulped down water from a bottle while watching Anne rise again. The brunette woman chuckled, gazing at Sasha with a fierce look as if she were about to devour her, while pressing her inner cheek with hier tongue, breathing heavily. She looked so sexy in her downfall.

Anne's gaze changed. Cold and full of threat—a different kind of threat, and Sasha could feel it. "Fuck you!" Sasha cursed silently. Only her mouth moved as she raised her middle finger at Anne.

In the pool, Anne's low, heavy laughter emerged. She slightly bent down, but her gaze was sharp, observing Sasha who's standing at the edge of the pool, feeling the vibrations of attraction and hostility.

-Stop looking at me like that, you pervy woman- Sasha cursed again, trying to hide the fear that was arising. She and Percy quickly left Anne there, but her heart was racing uncontrollably.

Anne's sharp gaze followed Sasha's small back as she turned to leave, signaling that this battle was far from over.

-Close your bedroom door properly, and order all your bodyguards to stand guard throughout the night, Mrs. Boonchuy. This wild beast might come when you least expect it-  Anne said sweetly, activating her most savage side with her voice full of threats.

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The wind blew in through the wide—open sliding glass door of Sasha's room.

The wind was so strong tonight that Sasha woke up in her dimly lit room. She always turned off the lights in her room before going to bed.

She furrowed her brow and looked toward the glass door, which was wide open. Her beautiful white curtains were fluttering due to the strong gusts of wind.

Sasha wasn't that careless. She never forgot to close that glass door. Besides, no matter how strong the wind was, it couldn't possibly push the glass door open that wide.

Leaving her bed, Sasha gracefully strode toward the open glass door. She squinted her eyes and pulled the door shut tightly. She also straightened out her disheveled white curtains.

And before returning to her bed, Sasha glanced outside. She hugged her arms, sensing that this Saturday night felt different. Her luxurious mansion looked gloomy, and the atmosphere in her room seemed to be filled with an uninvited dark fog.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

She quickly whipped her head around. Her eyes widened in the dim lighting.

-Who's there?-  Sasha called out.

Her ears weren't deceiving her. The sounds of something like stabbing into wood echoed clearly in her room. And those sounds were coming from the direction of her desk in the corner.

Boldly, Sasha stepped forward. She stared intensely as she felt goosebumps rise on her skin.

Her eyes found a figure sitting in the darkness. On her desk chair, Sasha couldn't tell if they were facing her or looking away. Their hands were moving, stabbing at the wooden table with something in their grasp.

Sasha hurried to turn on all the lights in her room. When she turned her head to see who it was, her courage evaporated sinking deep into the bottomless pit.

-Wh-what, what are you doing here?- Sasha stammered, unable to blink her wide—open eyes, feeling tense.

Anne; sat there, on Sasha's desk chair. Holding a gleaming sharp dagger, she stabbed at Sasha's desk repeatedly, her eyes intensely observing the blonde—hair who was shock at this time

Without a word, Anne continued to stab at the expensive wooden table. Wearing only a plain long arm top and a tight skirt, she sat with her waist slightly bent.

Anne's sharp, piercing gaze focused on Sasha who had almost forgotten how to breathe. Surprised and horrified to find Anne in her room after she attacked her in the pool a few hours ago, also wondering how that psychotic woman could get into her room or infiltrate her mansion without being caught by her bodyguards.

-What are you doing here?!?- Sasha asked again. Sasha's alertness increased a hundred percent as she rushed to get her gun from a nearby drawer.

It wasn't Anne, Sasha had never seen such a mystic expression on Anne's face before. Anne seemed surrounded by a dark and ominous aura, cold and tense, making it difficult for Sasha to breathe.

The woman looked like a monster ready to swallow her whole or break every bone in her body before throwing her into a blazing fire.

-What am I doing here? Hmm... What do you think am I doing?- Anne smirked slightly. She lowered her head a bit, but her sharp eyes stayed locked on the Blonde woman. Shs resembled a statue, with only her eyeballs moving.

Anne stood up. Slowly but surely, She approached Sasha whose eyes widened even more as she raised her pistol, prepared to shoot the brunette if she made any sudden moves.

Slowly, slowly, slowly. Suddenly, Anne's steps quickened, rushing toward Sasha who stepped back until she was pressed against the glass door she had just closed.

Without warning, Anne violently snatched Sasha's gun from her hand and threw it away. At the same time, Anne grabbed the blonde by the neck and squeezed with all her might as she looked at Sasha with charming delicacy, enjoying the expression Sasha was making.

A cheeky smile spread across Anne's face as she watched Sasha's face turn red, her eyes bulging, unable to breathe. Without any fear or pity whatsoever, she lifted her up, letting her feet dangle from the floor so Sasha couldn't struggle or fight back.

Sasha's eyes were red, her eyeballs looked ready to pop out, and her breathing would stop soon, in no more than three minutes. Or a minute left.

Anne's toned, muscular hands aren't messing around squeezing Sasha's neck with full force, her grip tightening with every second that passes.

-P-please...- Sasha whimpered weakly. Her gaze began to turn blank.

Anne chuckled. She released her grip which made Sasha fall to the floor coughing, trying hard to inhale as much oxygen as possible.

Her breathing had not yet stabilized when Anne grabbed a handful of Sasha's beautiful silky blonde hair. She gripped it hard causing the blonde to scream in pain. forcing Sasha to raise her head high, making her meet Anne's cold and fierce gaze.

Anne dropped her dagger to the floor. She brought her two fingers—index and middle finger—close to Sasha's beautiful almond eyes. So close that she was about to pierce her eyes, leaving her completely blind.

The 30-year-old woman lowered her head, bringing their faces closer together. Her grip on Sasha's long hair tightened.

Anne's fingers were getting closer and closer to Sasha's eyes.  Just a little more, and she would pierce it; leaving her blind and covered in blood.

-What do you want motherfucker?- Sasha weakly asked, barely able to bear the immense pain in her head as if all her hair was being ripped from her scalp.

-Give me back my lover's almond eyes.-

Sasha's mind shattered. Her pupils dilated, then constricted again..

Anne's cold, hollow gaze with her dark brown eyes sparkled, ready to gouge out Sasha's even more beautiful almond eyes.

-Do you think you're perfect with those beautiful almond eyes and healthy heart?- Anne chuckled melodiously, her voice cold.

The woman slowly tilted her head to the side, looking at Sasha intently.

-Give me back my beloved's almond eyes and heart. I was tormented to see her go to the grave without her beautiful eyes and healthy heart because she had donated them to you,- Anne said softly, now her voice sounded gentle.

Sasha was speechless. It was now clear to her why Anne was so desperate to marry her...

-GIVE IT BACK!- Anne yelled at Sasha fiercely.

Her eyes bulged threats, then she banged Sasha's head against the glass door behind her so hard that the thick glass shattered, as well as Sasha's head instantly bleeding profusely, covered in blood.

-Give it back, Sasha. Give me back the almond eyes and heart of my beloved,- Anne whispered hoarsely. She lifted the now bloodied Sasha to her feet, gripped her neck and brought their faces closer together.

Tears fell from Sasha's eyes, though without sobs. She couldn't speak; her head was bleeding, and blood had soaked the back of her soft nightgown.

-You don't deserve to have such beautiful eyes; you don't deserve to live with a healthy heart like my beloved. So give it back- Anne's breath was coming in gasps. She had lost her sanity, no longer recognizing Sasha as a human being.

-Give it back, Sasha. Give it back- Anne murmured softly. She squeezed Sasha's neck once more, caressing her tear—streaked cheek.

Anne's wild eyes scanned the pale face of Sasha who continued to shed tears. The Grime Waybright daughter at that moment felt that her life was a burden too heavy for her to bear.

-Take it- Sasha's breathless and hoarse words, expecting the worst that Anne could give her.

Anne's jaw clenched. She growled loudly before throwing Sasha onto the bed to lie there bathed in fresh red blood.

Hastily, Anne climbed onto the bed. She pressed the tip of the dagger she had retrieved earlier against Sasha's chest, ready to slice, tear, take back her lover's heart. The heart that once held Anne's name so deeply within it. The heart that once loved Anne so much.

Their red eyes met. Sasha's gaze dimmed, succumbing to Anne's wrath. -Please, take back what belongs to your lover- Sasha croaked helplessly. If this was the best way for her to finally be free from Anne, and from this boring, cursory world—then she would let Anne take her eyes and her heart.

The eyes and heart that were never truly hers. Her eyes and heart had rotted and decayed eight years ago after that tragic accident. And since then, she had grown more beautiful, more captivating, thanks to the donation of those almond eyes, and healthier thanks to the new heart she had received.

The eyes and heart that belonged to Anne's lover. The woman Anne was about to marry, had she not died.

For a moment, they just stared at each other, and suddenly, Anne's tears began to fall. The tears that had landed right on Sasha's forehead now turned into cries of despair. Sasha felt her heart breaking, watching a woman as strong as Anne shed helpless tears; in front of her.

At that very moment, Sasha realized the depth of Anne's suffering. Her love had died and returned to dust, but her eyes and heart lived on in Sasha; they were lodged in her body, and had become hers.

Anne's emotions were strong and real. The 30-year-old woman is extremely mad, resentful of Sasha who now carries the organs of her deceased lover, a woman who was once so beautiful and who had planned their future together.

The woman who witnessed Sasha's tragic accident had donated her eyes and liver to Sasha, knowing that the cancer in her brain would soon take her life. She knew that she and Anne would never grow old together.

The woman Anne loved with all her heart, from the age of 19 until this night, this moment, filled every part of Anne's heart and couldn't be replaced by anyone-not even Olivia.

-Eight years after her death, I suffer every time I see you from afar. I was tormented to see her beautiful eyes embedded in you, and her heart, which once held my name in it, became yours. For God's sake, I suffer so much,- said Anne, her tears falling constantly along with her pitiable expression making her look so vulnerable.

-She has brain cancer. I have tried everything to save her, but she chose to end her own life and donated her almond eyes and healthy heart to you. For you, who were so arrogant, who belittled me while using my lover's beautiful eyes—the eyes that once adored me, the eyes that I loved so much.-

Sasha's heart sank. Her eyes glazed over, feeling hot and stinging.

Anne stared at her unblinkingly. -The eyes I once admired so much, now I have no choice but to stare at them with hatred- Anne muttered.

The woman closed her eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath before exhaling. She turned her face away, got off the bed and went to stand in front of the broken glass door, staring outside while tightly gripping the dagger in her hand.

Sasha, too, rose from the bed. She approached Anne with her weak gaze, which only seemed to grow more beautiful.

-Take it—

-Throw away the ring on your finger- Anne interrupted abruptly. Roughly, she grabbed Sasha's hand and yanked off their engagement ring. She removed the ring from her own finger as well and tossing both of them far out of the window, where they disappeared into the darkness of the night.

-Forget the nonsense of our engagement and cursed wedding plans. Congratulations on your victory, and let's forget everything that has happened between us recently- Anne said, her eyes still not meeting Sasha's.

The woman raised her skirt slightly then jumped out of the window, down the third floor of the mansion, gripping every ledge and balcony until she landed on the ground. It still puzzled Sasha how Anne could do that.

She drove off towards her Lamborghini parked in the shadows and sped off into the night.

In her room, Sasha lay limply on the edge of the bed. She closed her eyes, touched her eyelids, then her own chest.

-It's not mine, it's not supposed to be mine- Sasha whispered softly. Indeed, it shouldn't be Almond the color of her eyes, it should be the bright blue ocean. Once again, not Almond.

In the cold night with her head covered in blood, Sasha cried silently.

There was a deep sadness in her heart—a sadness that she could not understand. It came suddenly after Anne told her how she felt.

Meanwhile, in her car, Anne drove while wiping her tears repeatedly. Her chest was tight, rising and falling rapidly. Driving with tears streaming down her face, she finally pulled over to the side of the road and cried out while resting her head on the steering wheel.

A deep sadness pierces Anne's heart, so strong that it seems to connect directly to Sasha's own. And tonight, for the first time, Sasha sobbed. For the first time in her life, she actually cried.

Two hearts that are intertwined and connected to each other. Keeping their names inside, and carrying them everywhere without anyone being able to break the connection. Know that it is Anne and Sasha's hearts that are truly connected, as well as loving each other.

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F L A S H B A C K

Eight years ago:

" Take care of your sleeping and eating habits. I'll be back next week. Be healthy and hang in there for me."

A faint smile, hidden by a thick layer of lipstick, spread across her face.

-You're overdoing it,- she replied with a chuckle. She sat on the bench in front of the porch of her house by the roadside. Her eyes watched the cars passing by, enjoying the night breeze, though it wasn't good for her health.

"I love you."

-Don't you get tired of telling me that every day?- The woman laughed again. -I love you more. I hang up-

The phone call ended.

Never, not even once, did it cross Anne's mind that this night would be the last time she spoke to the love of her life.

She never imagined that her girlfriend wouldn't just end their phone call but would also end their story, forever.

An Asian Taiwanese woman with exotic skin, a sweet smile, beautiful almond eyes, and a brain tumor of course.

Marcy Regina Wu. 25 years old, Anne Savisa Boonchuy's lover and the woman she will marry soon.

Ting!

"Give me your sweetest smile;)"

Marcy smiled as she read the message Anne sent her via WhatsApp. They had just spoken on the phone a few seconds ago, and before that in the morning, afternoon, and evening.

After closing the green app, Marcy opened the camera on her phone. Without hesitation, and without shame, she took off the wig she was wearing.

Clean. There was no longer any trace of Marcy's once—beautiful black hair—hair that Anne used to play with, comb, and wash when they showered together. All gone, shaved off after her hair had fallen out from chemotherapy, leaving her bald.

Marcy held up her phone, posed, and smiled sweetly, sending three photos of herself to Anne with different poses.

Moments later, Anne replied with a photo of herself. She was wearing a one-shoulder dress standing in front of a mirror, she give Marcy a mirror selfie of her. smiling softly at the camera phone. Her once thick brown wavy and stylish hair was now gone, shaved clean to the scalp, just like Marcy's hair.

As Marcy stared at Anne's photo for a few seconds, tears suddenly rolled down her cheeks. Her lips trembled and curled into a frown.

Anne had shaved her head completely, just like her hair. There was not a single strand of hair left.

"Uhh... My hair was very coarse and too shaggy, so I shaved it all off to match yours. Don't worry about how I look, we can wear a wig together"

Reading the message sent from her girlfriend made Marcy start sobbing uncontrollably, her shoulders shaking as she sat in front of her porch. She read Anne's silly message which only made her tears flow even harder.

She had waited too long to tell Anne about her illness. She had delayed telling her how much she had been suffering.

Anne had only found out two weeks ago when Marcy showed up with her shaved head. Anne had broken down, her sobs echoing in front of Marcy. shaking uncontrollably as she hugged her as tightly as she could, both of them crying together.

Anne didn't stay idle. She immediately took Marcy to meet some of the best doctors in Canada who made the woman with brain cancer's condition begin to improve, Marcy received treatment, and tonight she can finally go home.

This was Marcy's first night out of the house again, seeing the nighttime atmosphere in Toronto after ten full days of intensive care in the hospital.

Anne was in China now after leaving last night. She was very busy after entering the business world at the age of 20. Striving to be the best, she was preparing to take over the Boonchuy Group from her father.

The two met in an unexpected fate that was not meant to be together, an initially casual encounter evolved into a very intimate relationship which they have been together for three years.

This year, with Marcy now 25 and Anne still 22, Anne had decided it was time to marry the woman who had always been there for her, giving her support, encouragement, smiles, and her ever—cheerful manners

In the midst of her sobs, Marcy was suddenly jolted awake and let out a little shriek of shock as she heard some sort of car—crushing sound. Yes, there had been an accident right in front of her house.

A red Audi R8 V10 hit the road divider at high speed, colliding violently before slamming into two other cars, flipping over and landing upside down. The entire body of the Audi R8 was destroyed, thick smoke billowing, with all the windows shattered, especially at the front.

Within seconds, a crowd gathered. People rushed to the scene causing an instant traffic jam. They started calling the police and summoning ambulances.

With her own eyes, Marcy witnessed the most tragic accident she had ever seen. She ran towards the wreckage, leaving her wig behind, not caring if people laughed at her hairless head

As she approached the red Audi, the terminally ill cancer patient gasped in horror and screamed. She cried at the sight of a woman inside, crushed beyond recognition, her head hanging down, trapped by the mangled remains of the car.

-Oh God! Somebody help me!- Marcy screamed. Several men rushed over to help her pull the unconscious woman from the wreckage.

Her name was Sasha Elizabeth Waybright.

Everyone around covered their eyes and mouths, unable to bear the sight. The woman's body was drenched in blood, her head severely wounded, and her chest looked as if her ribs had been shattered.

-Miss! Miss, open your eyes!-

On the asphalt, Marcy cradled Sasha's head while gently patting her cheeks. When Sasha opened her eyes, blood streamed from them, all the neural networks inside turned red. The whites of Sasha's eyes were bloodshot, filled with broken vessels.

Sasha couldn't see, she couldn't. she was instantly blind and passed out again just a second later. She didn't get the chance to see the face of the woman suffering from cancer, Marcy Wu.

5 hours Marcy had been in the hospital while she kept company with Sasha until her father arrived, exactly three hours after Marcy had called him using Sasha's phone which was luckily not destroyed.

Outside, Marcy trembles as she hears the cries of a man, none other than Grime Waybright. Grime was devastated, almost out of breath at the sight of his daughter in a complete coma, hooked up to the medical equipment that kept her alive.

Grime cried without shame. Marcy's tears flowed as she peered through the hospital room window to see Grime crying as he fell to his knees beside the bed where Sasha lay helplessly between life and death.

He knelt down and was about to attack the doctor, who had confirmed that his daughter, Sasha Elizabeth Waybright. had gone completely blind. The nerve tissue in her eyes had been damaged beyond repair, Sasha was declared blind.

Losing control, Grime held onto Sasha's comatose body, trembling. He cried for his daughter, devastated and feeling as if his soul would dissolve. Sasha teetered between life and death, literally on the edge of her existence.

-Doctor,- Marcy called softly. She approached the doctor, who was also tense, shocked by Sasha's condition. Also feeling the weight of Grime's grief

-You look pale, Miss. Go home and rest, it's almost two AM- said the old doctor who saw how pale Marcy's face was. taking a deep breath before exhaling slowly. Inside, Grime's sobs were still echoing, heart-wrenching.

Marcy's eyes turned red. -I'm fine, Doctor. Don't worry about me. How is that woman's state?- Marcy asked directly.

The male doctor's expression darkened. He gestured for Marcy to follow him. Once in the doctor's office, Marcy sat on a chair facing the 50-year-old doctor.

There was a moment of silence. Both Marcy and the doctor looked tense. The experienced doctor knew very well who Grime Waybright was, and he knew the tales of a man who loved his only daughter very much. He knew that Sasha was Grime's only child. The only one, only Sasha

-Grime's daughter is completely blind-

Another silence followed. Marcy held her breath upon hearing the doctor's statement.

-And the severe trauma to her chest damaged her internal organs. Two of Miss Waybright's ribs are broken, as well as her shoulder and left arm- the doctor added.

Marcy grew more tense. 'trauma? Did Sasha have a trauma?'

-Her liver.-

-L-liver?- Marcy stammered, her eyes widening at the doctor's words.

The doctor removed his glasses, wiped them with a tissue on the table, and put them back on.

-Miss Waybright urgently needs a liver transplant, as well as new eyes. She cannot survive with her current liver, which is severely damaged. It can no longer function properly. The severe trauma has significantly harmed most of her internal organs. We must find a donor for both her liver and her eyes as soon as possible. This is a critical and irreversible blindness.-

Marcy fell silent, frozen as her tears started to fall again.

-She's so young, Doctor. She still has a long life ahead of her. Her father loves her so much,- Marcy said quietly.

The doctor nodded faintly. He looked exhausted and deep in thought.
-Miss Waybright is the only daughter. Before this tragedy, she was a healthy young woman with no medical history. She's the daughter of a prominent, influential, and wealthy man in Canada. Grime will do anything to save his daughter. He won't hesitate to spend his entire fortune. I'm sure of it- the doctor said, beginning to consider contacting his colleagues to inquire about potential donors.

-Aren't my eyes beautiful? Doctor?-

The middle—aged doctor immediately froze. He aborted his attempt to contact his colleagues, instead staring at Marcy in disbelief.

...

-...Miss—

-I don't smoke, and I don't like to drink alcohol. My liver is very healthy, Doctor- Marcy cut off the doctor's sentence quickly.

-Miss, what are you talking about? You're healthy. Donating your eyes and liver means you'll lose your life- the doctor explained.

Marcy smiled, but her eyes were red and teary. Suddenly, she took off the wig she was wearing. She wipes her lips and removes a thick layer of bright red lipstick. She wipes off the makeup on her face with a wet tissue from her bag, then smiles at the doctor.

There was no need for further explanation. The doctor was deeply moved, gazing intensely at Marcy with a heart that felt torn apart by pain.

-You... You are very beautiful- praised the doctor. He put his hand on Marcy's hand and patted it gently, smiling gently.

-You're like my lover, Doctor. Even in this condition, she still calls me beautiful.- Marcy chuckled.

-Please, hang on to your lover. You will recover—

-No, Doctor. This damn cancer is already in the final stage. I can hardly sleep anymore. Can't you see? My body is like a stick, my head is bald, and I'm just waiting to die, either tomorrow or the day after. Maybe even tonight- Marcy said cheerfully, with a sweet smile plastered on her pale face.

-You'll recover. Trust me—

-Doctor, doctor, doctor. Don't pretend, come on! Just be honest, tell me straight that I'm going to die soon. I know I can't be saved anymore and will die soon, right?- Marcy prodded, her tone cheerful, but her gaze empty.

-... Miss please—

-I will give my eyes and liver for Grime's daughter. Please save her and transplant my eyes and liver for her. If I die, at least my body parts can still work for someone who is healthy and not diseased.-

-All my life, I have been useless, a burden to my parents, and a burden to my girlfriend. She has supported me all this time, and I don't want to burden her further by making her take care of me until I die. Just let me go to my cursed death,-  Marcy said cheerfully, with a small giggle.

The doctor's eyes glazed over with emotion. He saw a woman who had given up, was tired of life, and longed for a break from the torment that had plagued her for so long.

Marcy smiled warmly, sincerely, and surrendered.

-Give her my eyes and my heart. That way, my beloved's name will live on with my heart in the body of the Grime daughter. And only my useless body will die. Anna-banana loves my eyes very much; she will be happy to know my eyes are in a healthy body and can live a long life. She won't really lose me, and I can still see her and feel her through my heart, in the same heart.-

And there they were, in tears together. The hospital room was a silent witness to how much pain Marcy had endured. But there, she looked so happy and cheerful, even when she knew that her death was right before her eyes.

Marcy Wu's story ended there. She finally closed the pages of the book on her life in that hospital, finally free from pain and happy to meet the death she had been waiting for. 

Marcy's smile was huge, slowly closing her eyes, keeping Anne's name in it. Remembering and connecting with it every moment, before her heart would be in another soul later.

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Taipei, Taiwan

(ughh I can't find the Taiwanesse flag:/) 

Braddock held an umbrella over Sasha, while Percy clutched Sasha's bag.

Taking off her glasses, Sasha knelt on the dirty ground, which immediately made her two secretaries exchange glances surprised by the unusual sight.

Since her death, Marcy, the woman who had given Sasha her eyes and heart, Sasha had never once visited Marcy's grave in her hometown.

A month had passed since the night when Anne had nearly gouged out her eyes and thrown away their engagement ring. Only today did Sasha finally have some free time, which she uses to fly to Taipei on a private jet.

She headed straight to Marcy's parents' house and asked where Marcy's grave was.

A light drizzle began to fall, although the sun was shining brightly up there. The sky was clear, but a cloud was hanging over Sasha's heart.

Sasha's beautiful eyes gazed at Marcy's picture on the grave, studying the image of her smiling warmly with a sweet and very positive aura. 'For God's sake, she was beautiful'

Sasha's eyes began to tear up. She looked into Marcy's beautiful eyes in the photo using the same eyes as Marcy herself.

-Marcy... all my life, I have never cried for anyone except for my father. I have never apologized to anyone but my father. And I never said thank you to anyone but my father,- Sasha began, kneeling on the ground.

-Marcy...- Sasha called out again, her voice trembling.

-Forgive me,- Sasha continued in her hoarse voice.

-Nothing is impossible with God, Marcy. If only you hadn't given me your eyes and heart then, I'm sure you and Anne would be living happily with kids now. Anne loves you, Marcy. She loves you dearly...-

Tears began to fall from Sasha's eyes. Behind her, Braddock and Percy bowed their heads to hold back their own tears.

-Anne hates me so much, Marcy, and there's nothing I can do about it. The fact that your heart and eyes are now a part of me—that weakens me. I couldn't face it. Even when she wants to take back these eyes and heart, I can't refuse. Because I know, I...I know they're yours. They're yours, Marcy.
I only borrow them...-

Dark clouds seemed to gather in Sasha's chest. For many nights, she imagined a devastated Anne, knowing that she had suffered a moment of madness after Marcy's death. That woman had fallen into a deep depression for six months, devastated and feeling completely lost.

Perhaps Anne is healed now. But no one knew that the pain was still buried deep in her heart, haunting her with its heavy presence at night. In silence, Anne remembers Marcy who has been in her grave for years but left her eyes and heart for Sasha.

-Thank you, Marcy. I will take care of your eyes and heart. Rest in peace without any more pain,- Sasha whispered softly. She wiped away her tears, smiled sincerely, and gently touched Marcy's framed picture.

-You're so beautiful, I mean it...- Sasha murmured again, her lips trembling.

She looked at the woman Anne had once loved so much-and still loved her to this day. She looked at the woman who had witnessed her tragic accident, helped her, and saved her life, allowing her to see normally again and breathe longer.

Sasha then rose to her feet. Never one to bow to anyone except God and Grime Waybright, today, the 33-year-old woman bowed at a ninety-degree angle towards Marcy's grave.

For a few moments, Sasha remained bowed, her gaze fixed on the ground as her tears welled up. The pain and anguish she felt was indescribable.

Behind her, Braddock and Percy also bowed deeply before Marcy's grave. With all their hearts, the three bowed and honored Marcy who had returned to earth eight years ago.

-I'm sorry, and thank you, Marcy Wu. With your eyes and heart, I will make sure your name is known to everyone. I promise, Marcy. I promise to honor and glorify your name- Sasha silently vowed.

In Taipei, there is an upscale restaurant that exclusively caters to famous guests such as top celebrities, prominent businessmen, and other important figures.

The restaurant has tight security and takes great care in ensuring the privacy of its patrons. The restaurant is very famous, but not just anyone can enter. This restaurant is really only for the elite.

Here Anne was, having dinner with her two equally impressive secretaries, Hunter and Gus.

Anne had been in Taipei for two days. She visited Marcy's parents whom she already considered her own, and visited Marcy's grave; which still clung to her heart.

Even after eight years since Marcy's departure, Anne's relationship with Marcy's parents was unbroken. She had been a part of the family, spending nights, meals, and sleeping in Marcy's house as a cherished future daughter-in-law.

-Miss..., Miss Waybright is here in Taipei- Hunter said suddenly, after seeing Sasha's Instagram story through a fake account.

-Hmm... Yeah? Lemme see- Anne said, diverting her eyes from her MacBook to Hunter's phone.

-She's visiting Marcy's grave- Anne said knowingly. -Sasha didn't have any business dealings in the Taiwanesse. so she was certain only here to visit Marcy's grave.-

-And how did you know it all too well— Gus immediately asked suspiciously and immediately he cut out his own words and moved on to another  topic

-Uhh Nevermind, And what about your wedding plans? You're supposed to get married in five months- Gus interjected, sitting across from Hunter.

-Do I look like I give a fuck?- Anne chuckled. She didn't care if the public mocked them for canceling the wedding. She never cared about the opinions of worthless people.

-She doesn't deserve anyone's love. Let her and her father eat each other. Do you think I care what the public thinks of us? No one will ever replace Marcy in my heart, especially a beast like her- Anne said exasperated and completely indifferent.

-Oww... That's rude- Hunter and Gus said in unison with a chuckle.

-Killing her wouldn't be that hard. But as someone who has experienced great loss, I thought about how Grime would feel if he found his daughter lying on the bedroom floor without a head or with her body dismembered,- Anne said calmly.

-I have never hesitated or wavered when it comes to sending someone to meet God. My younger sister, Polly, almost died at my hands in one of our fights, let alone that most horrible woman,- added Anne ending with a sarcastic sneer.

-When I say hit, I'll hit. When I say kill, I'll kill. Our family has never hesitated to kill, and everyone know that-  Anne said calmly.

As Anne sipped her drink from the bottle, under the table, Gus nudged her leg and pointed ahead with his eyes.

-Oww sh!t- Anne muttered in annoyance. Her mood suddenly darkened.

Sasha, along with her two secretaries had also arrived at the elite restaurant for dinner. Even worse, they had booked a table right next to Anne's.

And now, Sasha was sitting across from Anne. Unintentionally, their eyes met from this close distance.

Sasha was speechless, and so was Anne. They had not seen each other for a month, and last time, the two of them fought each other creating blood on each other's body and Anne almost killed the woman who made her bloodied.

Anne let out a long breath. She slouched slightly in her chair, adjusting her black leather jacket. With her wavy hair flowing freely, she looked down and crossed her arms over her chest.

Anne's casual attire tonight made even Percy and Braddock barely recognize her. It was the first time they had seen the Boonchuy Group President wearing her stunning black leather jacket in combination with her gray high waisted pants and the occasional expensive watch, making her look very cool and very pretty.

Gus and Hunter also stole glances at Sasha and her two secretaries behind them. Sasha's backless dress molded the curves of the woman's sexy, graceful body and the feather boa around her neck made the Waybright woman's charm unbeatable. But somehow, the whole situation felt awkward tonight.

-We have to go-  Anne and Sasha said in unison. Both stood up from their chairs equally, looking at each other. And once again, they both sat back down in unison. Making their secretaries look at each other and try to hold back smiles.

Anne was so annoyed that she took off her leather jacket which she gave to Gus. There Braddock almost melted at the sight of Anne wearing an armless turtleneck, making her even more attractive.

It was also the first time Sasha, Braddock and Percy noticed that Anne had a tattoo, given that she always wore long-sleeved outfits that rarely exposed her body. A tattoo of a butterfly with blue flames near her shoulder. The woman looked very cool—Dominant, and arrogant all at once. Sasha, seeing Anne's appearance, could only wonder how Marcy had managed to tame her.

-Greetings, Ms Boonchuy- Sasha suddenly greeted, surprising Anne to the point where she raised an eyebrow.

Anne let out a faint sneer. -Sorry, who are you?- she replied with a hint of sarcasm in her tone.

-I'm off. Pay the bill and meet me at the hotel- Anne said to Hunter and Gus. She then pulled out a black card from her pocket pants and handed it to her two secretaries.

Sasha didn't tum to look. She remained calm and composed as Anne walked past her, the woman's cologne filled her senses.

The fragrance lingered as Anne passed by.

-She's really cool and beautiful- Braddock whispered to himself. he swore that Anne was the most charismatic woman he had ever met after Sasha. Even her gait exuded confidence and grace, like a younger Eve. They were almost identical.

However, there was something different about Sasha tonight. The only daughter of Grime Waybright was silent, staring blankly at the table, her eyes widening slightly. She then glanced outside the restaurant, where Anne had stopped to talk to the restaurant owner who was an acquaintance of hers.

Sasha watched Anne without blinking. She watched the brunette woman as she spoke with authority, her delicate hands adorned with expensive watches twitching as she talked. Anne listened attentively, occasionally smiling softly at the restaurant owner. That soft smile... The smile that Sasha hated. No..... No, no, no, Sasha didn't hate that smile. She hated the way Anne smiled at the restaurant owner, that's what she hated.

Until at one point, Anne's gaze shifted back into the restaurant through the glass wall, her eyes finding Sasha's sharp eyes watching her intensely

Sasha was the first to break eye contact. She looked away and stared at the dark screen of her cell phone—not even lit.

-I want to go back to the hotel,- Sasha said with a sudden stutter.

-But Miss, you haven't ordered anything yet—

-I'm not hungry- Sasha interrupted Percy and Braddock's confused conversation.

In her haste, Sasha's cell phone and bag fell to the floor, making her secretaries rush to pick them up and hurriedly walk away, her high heels squeaking loudly on the floor.

Hunter and Gus chuckled. They weren't teenagers who didn't know what was going on with Sasha. They were grown men who were clearly older than Anne and experienced in the world of love. They knew exactly why Sasha was acting the way she was.

-She was enchanted- Gus commented, eager to flirt with Sasha right then and there.

-She'll lose soon enough without Anne having to take action. But let's hope she doesn't regret it, because one thing is for sure: her cramped little hole will turn into a forbidden cave,- Hunter spoke in a flirty tone while laughing out loud.

As Sasha passed Anne and the restaurant owner, she held her breath trying not to breathe in Anne's scent again. She stared straight ahead, trying to keep her shoulders up even though, deep down, she wanted to put them down.

Anne didn't turn her head to look at Sasha either. Only her eyes moved, following Sasha's sexy body as she walked past. 'What the hell is she wearing such a revealing dress?' Anne thought as she saw Sasha's smooth and silky back exposed, it really bothered her.

-Your phone fell out- Anne said, her soft voice reaching Sasha's ears.

Sasha froze. She turned around and saw her cell phone lying on the floor. She didn't even realize that the phone had slipped out of her grasp again, even though she had clearly held it firmly when Braddock returned it earlier.

Just as Braddock was about to pick it up again, Anne had preceded him and bent down to pick up the slender object from the floor. She and the restaurant owner then separated as Anne approached Sasha, handing the cell phone back to its owner.

Sasha didn't try to meet Anne's gaze, while Anne tried to make eye contact in a futile attempt. Without saying a word, Sasha picked up the phone, turned around, and hurriedly walked away from that Boonchuy Group President.

One of Anne's eyebrows shot up and she ended up smiling slightly. She wondered to herself, how bad was the wound she left on Sasha's head back then? Has it healed well? Did she really go that far in hitting and threatening her? Had Sasha told the media that their fake wedding had been canceled? Has she really visited Marcy's grave?

-Tch, who cares? If she died too it was none of my business. And I should have finished her off that night, too.-  Anne said, a little frustrated.

-Don't care, huh?- Said Gus, who suddenly appeared from behind her as he and Hunter walked slowly toward her with Anne's leather jacket in Gus's hand.

-I don't think that you don't care about her, Miss Boonchuy- Hunter added with that bastard smile of his.

The two asshole secretaries had the audacity to mock their boss. Showing their smiles which Anne thought were the most sickening smiles she'd ever seen.

Anne scowled -shut up you two, I can find new secretaries who are more respectful than you both- Anne said sarcastically looking at her two secretaries, She took her leather jacket from Gus and put it back on and went to her car, which it was immediately followed by her two motherfuckin' secretaries who were still chuckle at her

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Sasha's hurried steps echoed through the deserted hotel lobby as she glanced at her watch. It was two in the morning, and her two clients had already landed in Taipei. She had sent Percy and Braddock ahead to meet them at the hotel near the airport. Now, it was her turn to join them, carrying a black suitcase filled with her MacBook, several credit cards, and a bundle of cash she had exchanged earlier that day into New Taiwan Dollars(NT$)

As she walked into the lobby of the hotel where she was staying, Sasha was met once again by Anne Savisa Boonchuy and her two despicable secretaries.

The shock was costing both of them dearly. Anne's eyes narrowed as she clenched her jaw, annoyance washing over her. How could they meet again so soon after bumping into each other at the restaurant? And in the same luxury hotel, no less. She had already confirmed that Sasha was staying at the most prestigious hotel in Taipei. And now, it seemed like their VVIP rooms were next to each other.

-Are you following me?- Anne asked as Sasha approached, ready to walk past her.

Sasha grinned slyly. -What for? Do you think you're important enough for me to follow?-

-If so, why are you here? First, you came to Taipei, then to the same restaurant where I had dinner, and now you're staying at the same hotel.-

-I'm here to visit Marcy's grave- Sasha said quietly, her jaw clenched as she stopped in front of Anne who had also stopped walking.

Behind Anne, Hunter and Gus exchanged smiles, clearly amused by the ongoing tension. It was only a few hours ago that the two of them had been mocking their boss. And now, they were waiting for the fight scene that they had predicted would happen in the next 5 minutes.

-Her grave? Marcy doesn't need prayers from a rare little bitch like you- Anne sneered with a condescending and mocking grin. 'One always has a temper, the other likes to provoke anger... What a great combination'

Sasha bit back her anger, closing her eyes briefly before lifting her head to meet Anne's intense gaze.

-Please don't ruin my mood. I need to meet my clients—

-Clients, huh? At two in the morning?- Anne cut her off, her eyes scanning her up and down, taking in her seductive appearance. really don't like the woman's outfit

-Meeting a client or are you here to sell your ass to that 'client' ? Prostitutes tend to operate around this time,- Anne chuckled.

That's it. Sasha couldn't hold back any longer. In an instant, she lunged at Anne to punch her in the mouth with all her might. Before Anne could react, she hit her again which this time hit Anne's jaw. Sasha's hand shook slightly in pain from the combination of the warm sensation of Anne's blood in her hand and how hard the brunette woman's jaw was.

-Listen ya fucking Boonchuy! I can handle you fucking insulting me all you want, but not a prostitute. If you ever—

Sasha's words were cut off as Anne's hand came back to slam into her jaw, sending her crashing to the floor.

Anne grinned and looked down; seeing Sasha wince in pain on the floor—the blood from her mouth was salty and dripping onto the floor—she wiped the blood away before she grabbed a handful of Sasha's hair, forcing her to her feet as Sasha winced in pain, her eyes staring intently at her.

-And listen, my dear Miss Waybright. I've had a lot of patience with you and let you live with Marcy's heart and eyes within you, even after you spit in my face twice,- Anne threatened, her jaw hardening as she leaned closer to Sasha's flushed face.

Sasha's jaw throbbed, the bruising intensifying as she felt her head spinning, barely able to keep from passing out.

-All of this is because you started trouble with me. You disturbed the peace—

Anne's fist collided with Sasha's mouth again, splitting her lip and sending blood streaming down her chin. She wasn't using her full strength, but it was enough to do damage.

The hotel staff watched in fear, not daring to intervene despite the palpable tension. Unlike Hunter and Gus who remained unfazed, clearly enjoying seeing the arrogant woman get what they believed she deserved.

-Hmm... How unique, their love language is verbal abuse, totally different from the others- Gus said in his small voice as he watched his Boss seem to want to kill each other.

Hunter glanced sideways at Gus as he spoke of Anne, obviously chuckling at the statement -But that's the interesting thing about it- Hunter said amused, squinting his eyes slightly as he began to realize that the fight was no longer rational.

-FUCK YOU!- Sasha yelled, her anger overflowing as she tasted blood in her mouth, thankfully no teeth were knocked out. Thankfully.

-Miss Waybright,- Anne spoke coldly, bending down so that her face was only inches from hers.

-Stop acting as if you're so special, as if I'm afraid to stand up to you. Your life means nothing to me, and I will not hesitate to end it whenever I want, for you to know- Anne continued her sentence in a low and dangerous tone, grinning as she pushed Sasha roughly to the side.

Sasha wiped the blood from her lips, laughing bitterness as she turned around to see Anne and her two secretaries about to walk away.

In the blink of an eye, Sasha kicked off her darting heels towards Anne's back, without letting go of the suitcase in her hands. She smashed her shin into the back of Anne's head before crashing down hard on her, knocking her to the ground.

It could be seen that Sasha's dress was now quite ripped. But who cares? Without any hesitation, Sasha smashed the suitcase into Anne's head three times with such strength that the brunette woman's head bled, flowing all over her face.

-what, huh?!- Sasha snapped, glaring at Hunter and Gus as they stepped forward, ready to retaliate. But Anne, who was still in a daze, shook her head slightly as a signal for them to stop. She didn't want them to interfere—not yet.

At least she had managed to create blood from Sasha tonight. At least Sasha had felt the impact of her fist, even if she hadn't used her full strength. At least her jaw was almost dislocated.

Sasha backed away, still grinning as she raised her middle finger high, turning around when Anne looked at her. Anne chuckled, amused despite the pain, already imagining sending her to Polly who would carve Sasha's pretty face in delight with the young woman's favorite dagger.

Polly. A young woman with a passion for slicing up arrogant, animal—like faces like Sasha's. Polly had already been in trouble with the police twice after mutilating two of her college friends who had insulted her, leaving their faces disfigured and half-blind.

As the bloodied brunette and her two secretaries were about to get into the elevator, they heard Sasha screaming from the street outside. They turned around and saw Sasha being attacked by two robbers who were still roaming the streets of Taipei.

-Let her be- Anne said as she directed Hunter and Gus to get into the lift

Sasha felt overwhelmed. Her energy was drained after her fight with Anne. Her suitcase was about to be stolen, and the keys to her rental car were also threatened. But the two robbers were overwhelmed by the agile Sasha, who constantly fought back and even managed to hit them with brutal punches and kicks.

-Go away, you bastards!— shouted Sasha breathless, she opened her suitcase and pulled out a gun; pointing it at the two bastards.

Anne acted as if she didn't care. But just as she was about to enter the elevator, she heard Sasha's shrill screams mixed with whimpers. Anne turned and ran out to the woman in a half-daze; making Hunter and Gus glance at each other with smiles on their faces.

-Do you think this counts as romance?- Gus asked amused, turning to look at his boss who had gone running towards the blonde woman outside the hotel.

-I don't know Gus, I'm confused- Hunter said, amused.

-I'm confused too-

Anne's eyes widened.

Sasha's thigh had been stabbed. The woman sat on the edge of the asphalt clutching the gun tightly in her right hand and the briefcase in her left. Her smooth thigh was now covered in blood, flowing like water.

Anne searched for the two robbers, who had fled at the sight of Sasha almost passed out, also one of them had stabbed her in the thigh.

Sasha was crying. When Anne crouched down to pick her up, Sasha screamed and pushed her away. sobbing uncontrollably while pointing the gun at Anne's approaching face. her mascara fell off as her tears continued to flow

-Are you happy!!? Are you satisfied!? Satisfied huh?!?- Sasha screamed.

-Stay away!- Sasha screaming again. She covered her face with both hands, sobbing. It was so hard to find peace in life.

Anne's arrival had completely ruined her once peaceful existence.

-N...No.. Let me treat—

-No need! You hate me, so don't bother treating me,- Sasha interrupted. She kept screaming, crying, and ignoring her ruined makeup.

Anne squatted near Sasha. She sighed, observing her with pity. -Let me carry—

-No! Let me be! I want to die! Just let me die here. Let me—

-YOUR THIGHS IS INJURED, IDIOT!- Anne shouted this time. She cut Sasha off with a single loud outburst that made her immediately fall silent, closing her eyes briefly in shock.

Anne easily picked Sasha up. She also lifted her suitcase with two fingers, carrying the woman to her room on the fifth floor. Meanwhile, Sasha was sobbing under her breath, her thighs in great pain with blood still flowing.

-Out- Anne ordered Hunter and Gus to get out, leaving the two bloodied women in the elevator together.

Sasha's clothes were dirty, wrinkled, and covered in blood. Her face is disheveled, her hair a mess, her jaw swollen and bruised from Anne's blows. Her thigh was pierced. Not much different from her messy appearance with her bloody splintered head and bloody mouth. Both were the same, nothing different.

Miserable. That was the one word and feeling that now filled Anne's heart, she shouldn't have beaten Sasha so hard earlier. Now that woman—

-Sash? Sasha? Sasha!-

-Hey! Sasha Waybright, open your eyes- Anne sat on the edge of the bed after she had placed Sasha on the bed when she suddenly passed out in the lift. She patted Sasha's cheeks, feeling her rising body temperature as she fainted; unable to bear the pain that radiated throughout her body, especially in her thighs.

Anne started to act. She stripped off all of Sasha's dirty, crumpled, bloodstained clothes. Replacing them with fresh ones, she also changed her clothes and cleaned her entire body; especially her head, which was decorated with dried blood.

09:14 AM

At nine o'clock, Sasha woke up. It was unusual for her to wake up this late when the sun had reached its peak

-Ah!- Sasha gasped in pain. She was thirsty and wanted to drink, but her legs were in no condition to walk. If she pushed herself, her feet would bleed again.

Besides, Braddock and Percy didn't return to the hotel because they were staying at a hotel near the airport with Sasha's client in honor of her client.

-Already wake up? Do you want something?- Anne asked sitting next to Sasha. Of course they slept together in order to keep an eye on Sasha.

Sasha immediately sat up in bed and immediately looked in the direction of Anne's voice sitting right next to her. Of course she was surprised, she had assumed that Anne must have slept with her last night. Imagining how they both slept made Sasha frustrated and wanted to shoot Anne in the head right now.

-You—you slept with me? In the same bed?- Sasha asked in a suspicious voice, also not accepting that they were in the same bed last night.

Anne scrolled her eyeballs and sighed -Do you want something?- she asked again, repeating her earlier question and ignoring Sasha's questions.

-I'm thirsty- she replied, trying to stay calm and ignore her frustration.

Anne then stood up, left the bed and poured a glass of water for Sasha and then went back to the bed to give it to her.

Sasha accepted it and drank it, somewhat skeptical if Anne had secretly put poison in the water. Until she suddenly realized that her clothes had changed. Most importantly, she didn't feel like she was wearing underwear or a bra.

Her eyes widened. She raised her head to look at Anne who was still standing by the bed.

-Are you changing my clothes?-

As Anne suspected, the blonde woman would definitely ask that later. Anne was silent as she stared at Sasha, looking down a little shyly.

-Anne Savisa Boonchuy, answer me- Sasha commanded, now her tone sounding firm

-Yes-

-Are you taking off my underwear and bra? -

...

-Yes-

Anne's expression was both flat and shy while Sasha's eyes were wide with shock. -Why did you take off my underwear and bra, you bastard! You could've just treated my wound and changed my clothes. There was no need to take off my underwear and bra too. Tell me you didn't see anything- Sasha  snapped angrily, both mad and embarrassed.

-I saw everything. So what?-

Sasha was furious. She wanted to scream and destroy the room if it weren't for her injured thigh.

-Ughh, You!— Sasha pointed angrily at Anne's face.

Anne casually drank a glass of water from the same glass Sasha had just used. This seemed normal to her, but Sasha's eyes widened in disbelief as she saw how casually the brunette drank from the exact spot where her lips had just been.

-Calm down. I only looked, I didn't grope or lick anything- Anne said, raising one eyebrow at Sasha who turned her face away in embarrassment.

Dammit Boonchuy. She was the first person to see her entire body since she had grown up. And she'd even seen her most intimate parts.

-Get out, Now- Sasha ordered, pointing toward the door.

-Your jaw and thigh will heal soon. The swelling on your lips has already gone down. Just keep taking the medicine until you're fully recovered,- Anne advised. -After that, let's have another fight again- She added, chuckled softly

-Sorry for hitting you,- Anne said as she patted Sasha's shoulder.

-Next time, I'll hit you until you're dead- She continued.

Sasha stayed silent. She could only imagine Anne staring at her naked body while she was unconscious. Anne had probably seen her breasts and her freshly shaved private parts, which she had cleaned two weeks ago, expecting her period soon.

Sasha was stressed, humiliated by Anne's outrageous actions. Her face burned with embarrassment, torn between wanting to scream and cry. This was shame on a whole new level -Why did you look, you bastaaaaaard...- Sasha screamed, unable to do anything but yell..

Anne, who was about to leave the room, paused. She turned around and leaned against the door while crossing her arms over her chest.

She smirked naughty, her eyes narrowed with a mixture of sweetness and a flirty grin. She looked into Sasha's eyes that were still slightly swollen from her crying last night.

-Thankfully I'm just looking and not sucking, licking, or playing with your clit, getting it wet, groping you, and fingering you. Or worse, with my dick. Otherwise, you'll wake up this morning with a sore and swollen vagina, my headstrong lady-

-Fuck you!- Sasha retorted, feeling both embarrassed and angry. Her ears burned at Anne's unprecedented harsh words.

-Yeah, anytime, I'm really looking forward to when you're going to fuck me. oh, if you run out of your bra. Then know that there are my hands to hold your breasts.-  Anne replied as she turned around and walked out of the room.

Those damn words that go straight to her heart are really hard to digest. Sasha's eyes widened in disbelief at Anne's bold and brazen words -Wait...— are you fucking measuring it?!?-   Sasha asked in disbelief, while watching Anne walk out of the room.

- ANNE BOONCHUUUUY!!! —

she screamed in frustration and anger. Thrashing on the bed in shame while Anne was outside leaning against the door chuckling, hearing Sasha's screams.

Chapter Text

-Do you have any strength or not? Never mind, I'll just walk myself,- Sasha snapped at her secretary, Braddock

Of course, Ruby still couldn't walk properly. The stab wound from last night was still very fresh and would start bleeding again if she forced it.

But what could she do? She had to return to Toronto today. She wasn't some unemployed woman with nothing to do. She was the President of Waybright Company and had other major businesses. There was no time for her to keep fooling around—thousands of family livelihoods depended on her.

-Miss, please. I-I can carry you. Please don't be mad—

-shut up. Once we're in Toronto, take some time to hit the gym. You're a man, but you have no strength- Sasha scolded irritably.

Braddock couldn't even manage to carry Sasha. Braddock was indeed small, but his extraordinary intellect was what made Sasha hire him as her secretary. Braddock excelled at providing input and managing his brain quickly, much like Percy

As they left the hotel room, they coincidentally crossed paths with Anne who was followed by Hunter and Gus from their VIP rooms. They're appeared in unison, observing Sasha as she limped, walking slowly, with each step deliberate, assisted only by Percy.

Sasha didn't want to look at Anne. She forced herself to stare straight ahead and squared her shoulders. As much as it hurt, she still clung to her pride and refusing to ask for help.

-She's quite charming,- whispered Percy, talking about Anne near Sasha's ear.

Still, Sasha refused to look at Anne. She had no interest in seeing her looking so striking in her formal black suit and her iconic short tight skirt.

-Don't you feel sorry for her, Miss Boonchuy?- Hunter interrupted, as he and Gus watched Sasha carefully navigate her steps trying not to make her wound bleed again.

-There's no need to feel sorry for me. I can take care of myself- Sasha snapped.

Anne rolled her eyes as her expression remained indifferent. Without saying a word, she walked past Sasha. Stepping quickly towards the lift followed by her two secretaries.

From inside the elevator, Anne's eyes remained fixed on the blonde-woman. She was still quite far away but it was obvious that she was in pain. Her face was slightly red as she stopped every now and then, propped up by Percy and Braddock for support.

-Hold my suitcase- Anne ordered, handing her suitcase to Gus.

Then Anne walked quickly over to Sasha and picked her up without warning. That obviously made Sasha hug her, making her eyes widen and instinctively wrap her arms around Anne's neck to balance herself.

For both of their own convenience, Braddock and Percy headed to the lift first where Gus and Hunter were already there. they exchanged amused glances, barely containing their smiles as they high-fived each other.

Anne easily carried Sasha as if she were weightless. It surprised Sasha to see the difference in strength between Braddock and Anne, even though Anne was a woman.

-As cruel as I am, I still have a conscience,- Anne said as she looked at Sasha's quiet and calm face as she carried her.

-Who would let a helpless woman like you walk with an injured leg? Not to mention that you have to walk through the hotel lobby to reach the parking lot- Anne continued in the lift.

-I can—

-And then you have to walk from the airport parking lot to your private jet,- Anne interrupted, leaving the Grime's daughter speechless.

Their four secretaries remained quiet. Sasha continued holding onto Anne's neck as she occasionally adjusted her hold on her.

Anne glanced to the side. -I'll return with your jet.-

-What?!- Sasha exclaimed. She looked up and Anne looked down, their eyes locked on each other.

-Hey, my jet wasn't a free ride- Sasha protested at Anne's exclamation. She didn't want Anne to be traveling on the same jet as her to Toronto. What would the media say if they were caught together again?

-Ungrateful little creatures- Anne replied as she stared straight ahead.

When they reached the hotel lobby, they found a commotion outside the luxury building. There were three police cars, and officers gathered who were conducting an investigation and evacuation.

-Excuse me, what's going on here?- Hunter asked curiously as he approached the officers. They all stopped to look.

Without saying a word, the police pointed toward two bodies marked with yellow tape. Two men, their heads covered.

-Uhm, May we take a look for a while?- Sasha asked from Anne's arms.

When one of the officers removed the covers from the men's heads, Percy gasped and covered her mouth, while Braddock closed his eyes. Hunter and Gus grimaced slightly, and Sasha's eyes widened in shock.

-Oh my God. They are the ones who tried to rob me and stabbed me in the thigh last night, leaving me unable to walk like this- exclaimed Sasha who was horrified to see the two men, decapitated with one head missing and lying like a carcass.

-Yes, those are the guys- said Anne who confirmed Sasha's statement. Sasha also clearly remembers the clothes the two men wore last night.

-Who did this?- Sasha stammered. She felt sick at the sight of the thick blood that was starting to dry, while the eyes of the two men were still wide open. The officer quickly covered them again.

Suddenly, Sasha looked at Anne, who had been looking at her suspiciously. -Why are you looking at me suspiciously from before?- Anne started to comment as they got into the car. She was sitting next to Sasha now, with Percy in the front seat, and Braddock driving. Gus and Hunter followed in the other car behind them.

Sasha still narrowed her eyes at Anne and kept a little distance from the brunette woman. -Did you kill them? Be honest with me, Boonchuy- Sasha asked bluntly, stating her thoughts.

-What?? You're not special enough for me to kill them just because they hurt you- Anne replied nonchalantly, crossing her arms and leaning back with her eyes closed.

Sasha didn't blink. She continued staring at the side of Anne's face, her pretty face of course

-You killed them. I know it- Sasha insisted, her gaze intense. Deep down, she was certain Anne had done it.

Their eyes met as Anne turned to face her. -What makes you think I would?-

-cause you can't stand the thought of the body that holds Marcy's heart and eyes being wounded. You fear losing Marcy's heart and eyes forever because of that- Sasha explained. silent and calm all this time. Her expression was neutral; showing no interest.

-What nonsense is this now.- Anne chuckled. For a moment, she glanced out the window, then retumed to meet Sasha's serious beautiful eyes.

Anne; still with her arms crossed, looked twice as serious as Sasha. -You're right. So take care of Marcy's heart and her eyes. Whatever I've done for you up until now, all the kindness you've received from me, it's only because of Marcy's heart and her eyes on you. Understand that, and please don't get a big head, Miss Arrogant.-

Two months later...

The atmosphere in the meeting forum was very calm. Serious and focused, all attention was on Anne Savisa Boonchuy, who was leading the meeting that afternoon with the board of directors and several clients.

Twenty minutes into the meeting, and as lunchtime arrived, Hunter widened his eyes when he opened Twitter and saw the hottest tweet that had started the night before.

Gus did the same, immediately cursing, then exchanging looks with Hunter In unison, both glanced at the brunette. Their boss was busy typing on her MacBook, occasionally checking her iPad.

-Sasha... Is Sasha really going to get married?- the two men asked Anne.

Anne's fingers stopped typing automatically. She looked at her two secretaries alternately.

-Of course not silly. We already confirmed to the media that our wedding was canceled two months ago, just a few hours after we all returned from the Taiwan- Anne explained plainly.

-No, no. This—take a look at this.- Gus, stammering, handed his phone to Anne.

For a few seconds, Anne watched Gus' phone screen. Her fingers scrolled slowly as she read through the tweets and a photo of Sasha with a woman who looked very familiar to Anne.

In the photo, Sasha is embraced by the woman who kisses her on the cheek, and with a beaming smile Sasha shows off the diamond ring on her ring finger. The photo was taken by Percy who posted it on Twitter. Within hours, Sasha's name became the hottest topic on Twitter, topping the charts.

"Our lady, Sasha Elizabeth Waybright. Will finally end her single life this year, at the age of 33. Congratulations on your engagement, ma'am. We all love you. So much."

That's what Percy wrote. Anne read it over and over again with a furrowed brow to make sure she hadn't misread any words or sentences.

After she really read the news carefully, Anne nodded slowly while rubbing her chin -She's getting married to Luz Noceda- Anne muttered, her eyes still on the phone screen.

Even Hunter and Gus looked at each other, Luz's name sounded familiar to them. Although they still didn't know who this Luz Noceda was -Do you know that woman?- Gus asked.

-A friend from my academic days. She's indeed attractive and the only son of Camilla Noceda, one of the prominent entrepreneurs and one of the wealthiest people in Spain- Anne explained quietly.

-Are you okay Miss?- Hunter now asked.

Anne didn't speak, only nodding in response as she  returned Gus's phone and  then suddenly got up from her chair, leaving her two secretaries in the meeting room.

Is this why Sasha rejected everyone because she already had her ideal type? Not just any ordinary woman, Sasha had managed to snag one of the most prominent woman in Spain with immense wealth.

But of course, that was on par with Sasha's value. She was an untouched woman. an extraordinary woman, and a high-class lady.

Seeing Sasha— that's what Anne had planned for this afternoon. She immediately got into her Lamborghini, speeding toward Waybright Company.

Before Anne could park her car in the parking lot, she stopped on the side of the road. lowering her window to watch Sasha who just came out of the skyscraper.

Oh unfortunately she wasn't alone, Sasha was with her real fiancé. Luz Noceda, who holds Sasha's hand affectionately. The two were smiling, walking and talking, followed by several attendants heading to Luz's black Bugatti La Voiture Noire.

Anne's eyes remained fixed on Sasha's face intently. And when Sasha glanced at the road ahead, she saw Anne across the street watching her with her car window rolled down.

Sasha immediately smirked and turned her face away, breaking eye contact with Anne, then winked and lowered her gaze. Luz Noceda, with a romantic gesture, opened the car door for Sasha and took her hand as she entered, treating her kindly.

Anne soon left the place. All throughout the ride, her eyes were wide open, unblinking, staring straight ahead.

Ting!

A WhatsApp message popped up on Anne's phone.

"Maybe you've heard about this from Twitter or other media, but let me tell you in person. I have been proposed to and will be getting married soon."

Anne read Sasha's message four times. She slowed her car down and began typing, her expression calm.

-Congratulations to you. Your fiancé is a friend of mine. Send her my regards and congratulations.-

Anne remained in her chat with Sasha.

"Uhm. Sorry."

Anne typed again.

-I won't. I won't forgive you. Marry her. But I want Marcy's heart and eyes back. Tonight.-

Sasha was stunned to read the message. She quickly smiled at her fiancé, who also smiled sweetly. Awkward.

"There's no point in talking nicely to you. You really are an evil."

-And it is this evil that has always kept an eye on you from afar, even being willing to kill for you, Mrs. Noceda. Give back Marcy's heart and eyes quickly, then marry her.-

"Please don't start, asshole. Forgive me for telling you so late."

-I won't. I will never forgive you. Even in death. I won't forgive you.-

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-We're waiting for my friend. It's been a long time since we last met. I intentionally invited her to have lunch together so we could catch up.-

-Friend? You have acquaintances here?-

Luz Noceda, a tall woman in a black suit that she teamed with purple and a tie ribbon tied around her neck. Often wearing pants rather than skirts; just like today. Her long sleeves that she folded up to her elbows made her look more casual yet still beautiful and charming.

She pulled out a chair for Sasha to sit in and sat next to her fiancé. They hadn't known each other for long, but a months of introduction was enough for Luz to confirm that she wanted to marry Grime Waybright's only daughter. After all, it was also an arrangement.

-My friend from academic practice. She's the daughter of— well that's her!-

-Ahh... What kind of coincidence is this? Huh- Sasha swore. Her eyes widened slightly when Anne appeared accompanied by her two secretaries, of course.

No less beautiful and charming than Luz, Anne came dressed in a white shirt covered by a knee-length brown leather jacket and a tight black skirt that was also knee-length.

Anne and Luz greeted each other, shaking hands and hugging as if they were old friends -You're getting more and more successful and wonderful, Anna. It seems impossible if that anybody in Canada who doesn't know you. Your name is even famous in Spain-

-Don't exaggerate. I'm just continuing what my lineage has- Anne replied modestly. Though in truth, she fought hard for her success.

Luz then invited Anne and her two male secretaries to sit down. Perfectly positioned, Anne and Sasha faced each other.

Luz proudly grasped Sasha's hand intimately, as if showing off to Anne and her two secretaries that Sasha was her fiancé -do you know her, Anne?- she asked proudly.

Anne chuckled. She nodded occasionally while closing her eyes for a moment. -Sasha Elizabeth Waybright. Who doesn't know her? She has beaten me twice in tender bids.-

-And this wonderful woman is my fiancé.- In front of Anne, Gus and Hunter, Luz brought the back of Sasha's hand to her lips and kissed her passionately.

Anne could see the smile on Sasha's face that was meant for her. The woman's smile seemed like a provocation for the brunette Thai woman. But deep down, Sasha feels uncomfortable with Luz's sweet treatment that is still very strange to her.

Sasha quickly looked away, changing her demeanor to remain calm. Honestly speaking, she felt satisfied yet increasingly anxious after Anne's arrival. It was really uncomfortable, especially when Anne looked directly into her eyes.

Her gaze was intimidating, as if there was anger in it.

Even when Luz kissed the back of Sasha's hand earlier, Anne's eyes remained fixed on Sasha's beautiful face with a gaze as calm as the water in the cup.

-Oh she's fucking beautiful. You're very lucky, Miss Noceda- Hunter commented, deliberately complimenting Luz to make her more excited.

-She's one of the great women with an extraordinary mindset in this modern era. It's lucky that you were able to marry her, because it wasn't just anyone who could-  Gus added his praise enthusiastically.

-Oh of course, marrying her is like the biggest achievement of my life- Luz replied proudly. She gives another kiss on the back of Sasha's hand.

Fed up with the bullshit from her two secretaries' mouths, Anne turned her head to her right and left to look at Gus and Hunter's faces; those two assholes seemed to be teasing her. For a moment, Anne's gaze returned to Sasha and Luz but her hands dropped down to pinch the thighs of her two secretaries.

Gus and Hunter receiving the pinch felt like a jolt of electricity running through their bodies. They both blinked a little, but regained their calm posture.

-Then, when is your wedding?- Anne asked.

-Next month. The sooner, the better, right?-  Luz answered Anne's question while turning her head slightly and smiling at Sasha.

The blonde woman nodded. -Of course, dear- She was so anxious that she felt like throwing up. She was worried that Anne would talk or mention their past engagement and their upcoming marriage.

<span;>!Ting!</span;>

A message came into Anne's phone.

"Better shut your mouth, Boonchuy. I hope you understand that this wedding is very important to me. I don't want Jovel to know about us."

The comers of Anne's lips turned up slightly. She slipped the flat object back into the pocket of her jacket.

While Luz was busy looking through the lunch menu, it was Anne's chance to observe Sasha's face. She sat back, arms crossed, with her legs slightly apart.

Sasha glared at Anne; Threatening her with her gaze.

-I'm going to the bathroom for a minute- Sasha said quietly to her fiancé. Luz nodded. -Be careful-

From the moment Sasha stood up until the woman passed Anne, Anne kept looking at her. Anne's body remained still, but her eyes followed Sasha's movements intently until Anne lowered her head. Smiling slightly.

-Your phone, Miss Boonchuy- Gus chimed in, letting her know that Anne's phone was ringing.

When Anne looked at the flat object, she made a faint sound, accompanied by a slight smirk as she read Gus' name on the screen. Under the table, Gus had purposely called his boss. It was a trick.

-Oh, my client called me. I have to take care of this for a moment Luz, Excuse me- Anne spoke as she hurriedly stood up to Luz who was still busy choosing the menu.

The latina woman turned her gaze to Anne and nodded slowly, she understood that women like Anne rarely had free time. She knew that -of course, go for it- she said —Gus and Hunter sitting in front of her looked at each other and shared a sly smile.

Anne walked away, literally keeping her distance until she reached the bathroom. Following Sasha who was still inside reapplying her red lipstick.

-I want to talk-

-Shit! You scared me, damn it,- Sasha exclaimed in a muffled voice. She didn't want to talk to that woman, so she hurriedly put her lipstick in her bag and left. But it was bearable when Anne suddenly grabbed her hand as she was about to get out of the bathroom.

-Didn't you say you wouldn't want to get married? I still remember how stressed you were when I put the engagement ring on your finger- Anne spoke quickly as she gripped Sasha's arm tightly. .

Sasha pulled her hand away roughly. -The situation is different. Here, I choose her just as she has chosen me.-

Sasha looked up to meet Anne's dark brown eyes

-So your heart has chosen her, huh?- Anne asked, narrowing her eyes. She was serious yet curious

-Have you really made up your mind to choose her?- Anne asked again, surprised by Sasha's decision to marry, as she seemed happy.

Sasha grinned and then chuckled, the blonde woman feeling satisfied at Anne's wondering expression. Being able to see the brunette woman's expression like that was priceless.

-Jealous, huh?- Sasha asked flirtatiously; her provocative tone was completely clear that she was mocking Anne.

-Sasha—

-What's the big deal? Listen. It's my life, my body, I'm free to choose who is worthy and deserves to be my lover. I felt Luz Noceda was worthy, so I chose her,- explained Sasha who was getting annoyed now.

-Not because Marcy's organs are inside my body, so you can ban me all you want- Sasha added.

Anne stepped forward. She continued to stare at Sasha's annoyed face. -Is it because she is very rich, beautiful, and well-known in her country?- Anne wanted to make sure.

-She's perfect in my eyes- Sasha replied quickly.

-Oh, I know,- Anne glanced sideways for a moment. -You've slept together, and you have to marry her, right?-

Honestly, Anne felt it was very strange. This was like a different Sasha from the one she had known for the past eight years. There had to be something that forced Sasha to marry that Latinas.

Sasha squinted. -True. One whole night we were stuck in hotel room. She took my virginity and I want her to take responsibility. Thank goodness she took it and not you, motherfucker.-

Getting up to leave, Sasha strutted sexily past Anne after she hit the Brunette's body until she was pushed to the side.

Anne's eyes followed Sasha's back as she backed away. She then chuckled and put her hands on her hips. Turning her head to the side and seeing her reflection in the sink mirror, it felt like she wanted to smash that mirror right now.

-I should have just taken your virginity until you couldn't walk when you passed out that night.-

Anne, Anne, Anne, regrets always come at the end, doesn't it?

Anne finally returned too after a while from the bathroom. She arrived just as Hunter had ordered her meal. She sat down and ate it without protest, occasionally listening to Luz's journey in achieving her big career without talking much.

Now in her car, Anne sat silently staring out the window while leaning back. Hunter, who was driving, and Gus, who was sitting in the front, felt that something was wrong; Anne hadn't said much since lunch when she returned from the bathroom. And neither Gus nor Hunter knew it had something to do with the blonde woman; Sasha Waybright.

-Is something bothering you Miss Boonchuy?-  now Hunter asked to break the tense silence, watching his boss through the windshield.

It seemed Anne was too deep in thought that Hunter didn't get an answer to his question. -Miss Boonchuy?- asked Gus as he looked back, a little worried over his boss's gloomy residence.

It was nothing new for Hunter to have to deal with a woman's mood, but when Anne was suddenly in a mood like this, both Hunter and Gus felt confused and anxious. Once again, they could never figure out their boss. Because the last time Anne showed this kind of silence, she ended up getting two people killed, dragging Hunter and Gus to clean up the trail of the murdered bodies.

Both of them were worried and creeped out by Anne, as well as worried about the condition of the people who might become Anne's next targets.

-Do you think I should buy the entire Bugatti car brand company?- Suddenly the Porsche Panamera's speed slowed down as Hunter, who was driving the car at the time, was shocked by Anne's completely unexpected question.

Gus was just as shocked as Hunter, completely unable to believe the next sentence that came out of the Thai woman's mouth. -What do you mean Miss? You already have a huge collection of cars in your mansion, haven't you forgotten that you own a Bugatti Chiron?- said Gus who was still half in shock.

-No, Augustus. That's not enough.- said Anne, who was now staring straight ahead.

-I don't have a Bugatti La Voiture Noire yet.- she added

Gus and Hunter stared at each other for a moment. The wealth of the Boonchuy family really made their chests constrict, how could Anne so easily say she wanted to buy the entire Bugatti car company as if it was the same as if she wanted to buy cheap shoes at WalMart?

-But why? - Gus asked

-Everyone loves that edition of Bugatti cars, too bad I don't have one yet-

Hunter stabilized the Porsche's speed again as he listened to Anne's words in the back, wondering in his mind what made Anne think that way. -All decisions are in your hands Miss. If you have made up your mind to buy the company, then don't hesitate to buy it- Hunter said.

Anne let out a long sigh, took off her leather jacket and covered her face with it as she leaned back into her car seat -Never mind, be quick, go back to Boonchuy's company. I have a lot of business to do- Anne ordered in a muffled voice.

-Luz?-

Sasha's brow furrowed. Getting up from bed, She turned on the light in her room just to found her fiancé; her future wife, Luz Noceda in her room. Entering without asking permission or at least knocking first.

-what's happening?- Sasha asked, still frowning. Luz had already taken off her shirt which was now only a bra; revealing her firm breasts and stomach.

In her right hand, she held a bottle of cold alcohol. Luz drank straight from the bottle. From tonight until they got married, Luz would be staying at Sasha's mansion.

-Can I taste a bit of your body?-

Sasha frowned even more deeply. And Luz approached her.

-What did you say?- Sasha wants to make sure he heard her.

The Latin woman chuckled. Her hand immediately moved to caress Sasha's cheek gently.

-Can I taste a little of your body? Just a little, not much- Luz chuckled.

-You aren't my wife yet,- Sasha replied. She bravely swatted away Luz's large hand.

Sasha looked at Luz's face with a sharp sarcasm as if Luz was insane. As psychotic as Anne is and as sadistic as she is, she never even dared to ask such an insolent question when they were still engaged, Sasha thought.

-But I'm already your fiancée, Sasha darling. What's wrong with that? Sex before marriage is normal, and you should experience it.- Luz said in a deep, seductive voice.

She scanned Sasha's body from top to bottom and then bit her lip slightly. -Is it true that your beautiful body has never been touched? It's strange that a woman of your age is still pure. 14-year-old girls even now know what sex is and how to make love,- Luz explained.

-Luz, please. Please go out and go to your room. I want to rest, I'm tired—

-Hey, I'm here to sleep with you- cut Luz off quickly.

-Are you nuts? Don't touch me, asshole- Sasha suddenly yelled, she glared and hit Luz's hand that wanted to squeeze her breast.

Luz laughed instead. -What's the matter? I just want to hold what you said is still clean and untouched.-

Luz stepped closer to Sasha. -You know what? I accepted our manager's proposal for this wedding just because I was curious about the rumors. The rumors about you being so pure and untouched. About you being successful and honorable because you also guard the crown. Your honor down below,- said Luz whose eyes went towards Sasha's vagina. Her lustful gaze really made Sasha sick and disgusted.

-Please take off your panties and let me check. Is it still tight or is it as wide as the highway,- said Luz as she tried to get closer to Sasha again.

-Your vagina may be like a mossy well, but you pretend so that everyone respects you. Because you and your father are the same, both of you are obsessed with respect. Especially you, to be honest, you're not very attractive in my eyes.-

Sasha's jaw clenched as she glared furiously at Luz. The woman became inflamed within seconds until her chest rose and fell with rapid breathing.

A huge punch landed perfectly in Luz's mouth, causing her to bleed. Her lips clenched for a moment.

-Watch your mouth, bastard. How perfect do you think you are, eh? Do you think I even like you? For God's sake, you're not attractive in my eyes at all. If it wasn't for my goals then I'd be very reluctant to marry a damn woman like you. Compared to my pet dogs, they are far more valuable than you,- Sasha said angrily.

-I desperately endured these a months so as not to throw up and be disgusted by your bullshit treatment, everything about you really disgusts and makes me sick, Luz Noceda. You expect to touch me that easily? Tch! Go fuck that lustful street dog over there.- Sasha glared. Her rough and fearless side was coming to the surface now.

Let alone Luz Noceda, even Anne Savisa Boonchuy, who is from the Boonchuy bloodline, Sasha spat on.

-Foul woman!- shouted an angry Luz.

Now it wasn't just Sasha who was mad. Luz immediately went berserk after Sasha spat in her face. Without thinking, she smashed the glass bottle of alcohol in her hand on Sasha's head with all her might.

-Y-You... You—

-FUCK YOU!- Sasha screamed as loudly and angrily as she could. Her eyes were now red with rage. She felt the blood begin to flow from her head. Through the cracks in her mane and dripping now.

Luz with her crazed look, approached Sasha quickly and threw Sasha against the wall with great force; making the blonde woman flinch. Sasha wanted to rebel, but her chest was tight as it was pounded against the wall with force, also her hands were now firmly grasped by Luz.

-Let go of me you ass—

Her words were cut short when Luz's large hand landed hard on her cheek. Luz's eyes darken, without hesitation she rips off Sasha's blouse and pulls her bra off with force.

Now Sasha's tears are falling... Disgusted, nauseated, sick, gross, filthy, marked, utterly disgusted as she feels the sensation of Luz's tongue playing roughly with her breasts. What else could she do but cry in despair now? She wanted to scream, she wanted to scream so loud that whoever it was could hear and finally save her from this cocksucker.

Sasha sobbed, desperately rebelling to no avail. Luz's power was too strong. She couldn't help it, it felt like numbness... She wanted to die, she wanted to die, she wanted to die right now. Even at her lowest point now, her father wasn't the first person on her mind. Not him.

Anne, Anne Savisa Boonchuy.

The name kept ringing in her mind, in her heart she called out the woman's name and begged, begged that Anne would come. Climb up and jump off the balcony of her room like she did back then and save her, take her in her arms and get her as far away from Luz as possible. Anne, Anne, Anne, Anne, Anne... She desperately hoped that she was by her side now.

Anne, in her room, is still working with files, pens, iPad, MacBook, and a half-finished cup of coffee. There is no time for Anne to relax. The burden of the economic well-being of thousands of workers rests on her shoulders.

Being a boss is both unpleasant and difficult. A tremendous responsibility must be shouldered by those who want to be a boss. A sense of humanity and looking down is a must-have. Adam managed to instill that in his daughter.

As much as she tried to focus on the files in front of her, her chest still tightened when she remembered some words that like hundreds of sharp daggers managed to pierce her heart.

-S he's perfect in my eyes-

Those five words managed to make her lose focus. Was it true that Luz was more perfect than her? Was it true that Sasha's type was Latina? Why was her chest so tight? Of course, she looked so happy with the Latina woman's caresses. She noticed that, she wanted to cry, but what was wrong with her now? They both hated each other, that's what Anne thought.

Trying to refocus, Anne wiped her eyes which were now slightly red and watery. She wore clear glasses, stared at the MacBook screen and sipped coffee in a mug to spare her thoughts. Her casual clothes and wearing glasses like this made her look like her aunt Evelyn.

As soon as the phone beside the MacBook rang, Anne picked it up without looking at who was calling. Her eyes were still focused on the MacBook screen, and her right hand was busy playing with the pen in her fingers.

-President of Boonchuy Company. Anything to discuss?- Anne said, maintaining her professional image. She brought the phone to her ear while signing a document.

"A-Annie. I killed Luz.  Please, p-please come here and help me erase the traces of her death."

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-Where are you?-

"I-I'm at the beach. Luz's body... is in the trunk with me."

Anne sped off down the road in her white Ford Mustang, gripping the steering wheel tightly. She hung up the phone and hit the accelerator hard.

Meanwhile, Sasha's car was parked on the white sandy beach. She sat on the sand, crying, everything around her in chaos.

It wasn't long before Anne showed up in her White Mustang and went straight to Sasha. She drove the car onto the sand while Sasha slowly stood up, weak and shaking.

Sasha's eyes were puffy, her face covered in tears and blood. The straps of her tank top had slipped off her shoulders, and she was only wearing her underwear. Blood was splattered all over her body, her mascara was smeared with blood, and her hair was a mess.

She stood there like a statue, her gaze distant, unseeing. The headlights from Anne's car shone directly at her, but Sasha didn't seem to register the light.

As soon as Anne got out and rushed toward her, she yanked off her sunglasses, her expression tense as she looked at Sasha's state.

She looked like she had lost all sense of direction, like a woman who had given up. So different from the strong, determined Sasha Waybright Anne had always known.

Anne stood in front of her, her eyes darting around, taking in every detail of Sasha's confusion.

At that moment, Sasha broke down again, her sobs echoing across the beach. She covered her mouth and let out a scream, a heart—wrenching cry of pain.

Anne's face softened, filled with sorrow. She dropped her sunglasses into the sand and took another step forward, gently pulling Sasha's hand away from her mouth.

-Let it out. Scream if you need to,- Anne said softly, holding Sasha's cold, trembling arm.

The wind from the ocean blew over them as Anne stood there, watching Sasha-weak, vulnerable, a shadow of the woman she used to be.

Sasha's sobs suddenly stopped. She stared blankly ahead before quickly turning and opening the trunk of her car.

-This... look. I killed her, I killed Luz- Sasha stammered, pointing at a large black plastic bag in the trunk.

Anne remained silent. She opened the bag, her expression unreadable as she saw Luz's body. There was a deep stab wound in Luz's neck, torn across the front. Her body was mangled, with every bone broken, and her head cracked wide open, exposing her brain.

-She... she tried to rape me,- Sasha continued, her voice shaky. -She forced herself on me, tore my clothes, and her tongue—....

—And then you killed her- the brunette interrupted, her voice flat. Sasha nodded, her eyes still vacant.

-I stabbed her in the neck with a knife from my drawer. Then I put her in this bag and threw her out of the window- Sasha explained in a shaky voice, rushing through her words.

-Does Grime know that you killed her?- Anne asked, her tone calm but cold.

-Grime? Grime who?-

Anne's brow furrowed. She looked at Sasha, who appeared more confused, her tears silently streaming down her face.

-Grime Waybright... your father.-

-M-my father... My father?- Sasha repeated, her eyes darting around wildly before focusing back on Anne.

-My father died a month ago. He shot himself in the head. He left me... he left me alone Anne... He left me... Alone- She said, her voice hoarse.

She looked like a broken, disoriented woman. Her tears kept falling, her eyes bloodshot, but there was a smile—a twisted, painful smile that showed just how deeply her mind had unraveled.

Anne was stunned, unable to believe what she was hearing. She stared wide-eyed, shocked by the revelation of Grime's death.

-Nothing can protect me anymore,- Sasha whispered, her voice still trembling. -My rock, my shield... all gone. Now I've got to stand on my own feet-

He stares at Anne, her fingers twitching nervously, her thoughts seeming to drift away.

-My father suffered from depression and paranoia for years,- Sasha continued, her voice barely audible. -He shut himself away, hearing voices in his head, losing his grip on reality. He always told me to be strong, to be resilient because he knew one day he wouldn't be there anymore-

Sasha's eyes were fixed on the sand beneath her feet as she continued to speak, her gaze lost as if without direction. Like a madman with no sanity left.

-I tried to stop him many times. But that night... I couldn't. I came home late from the company, and when I went into the house... they had already buried him in the basement. He had to be buried immediately... because his head... his head was gone- she choked, her voice trembling with emotion.

Sasha's gaze grew distant as she spoke, reliving the pain. -Since I was a kid, he put everything on me. He made me run the company when he couldn't. He was already so lost in his head... he couldn't think straight. There was nothing left in him but the will to die.-

Sasha's face twisted into a painful expression, her eyes meeting Anne's.

-I kept his death a secret. Do you know why?-

Anne didn't speak, just stared at Sasha with a sad, unwavering gaze.

-Because everyone knew... my father was my strength. Without him, I'm nothing. I'm weak. I'll be destroyed without him- Sasha said, her words tumbling out faster, her voice cracking with desperation.

The blonde-woman couldn't hold back her emotions any longer. She burst into tears in front of Anne, wrapping her arms around herself as she wept uncontrollably. Her head hung low, and her body shook with the intensity of her sobs.

Tears of sadness and helplessness streamed down her face. Sasha clutched her chest to stifle the tightness of her heart that felt like it was being crushed. She fell to her knees, digging her nails into the sand as she let out a high—pitched scream, her voice cracking with pain.

Every night since Grime's death, she cried endlessly, screaming alone in her room, feeling like she had lost the will to live. But when the sun came up, she had no choice but to put on a strong face and force her body and soul to remain calm in front of everyone.

Grime's death was the biggest terrifying tragedy in Sasha's entire life. It stripped away her passion, her ambition, and the vibrant world she once knew. All that was left was darkness, and her spirit was broken beyond repair.

Her cries grew louder, her body shook violently. She collapsed forwards, her face pressed against the sand as she screamed at the top of her lungs in the embrace of the night.

The brunette woman's eyes turned red as she looked at her. Her vision was blurred from the unbearable tears, but she fought to remain composed.

With determination, Anne crouched down beside her, placing her hands on Sasha's trembling shoulders. Gently and carefully she lifted Sasha to her feet and pulled her into her arms. Sasha's crying intensified as she cuddled with Anne, her body cold and shaking uncontrollably.

-Hold on to Me- Anne's voice whispered softly, her embrace getting tighter. The obedient Sasha made her hands grip Anne tighter; as if Anne was her lifeline. Her entire body trembled as sobs shook her, and she cried harder than ever, overwhelmed by pain too deep to bear.

-He saved me... he saved me from death eight years ago,- Sasha sobs against Anne's chest; her voice breaks. -But now... now he's the one who's gone...- She spoke in fragments, barely coherent, but the brunette woman knew each of her words.

Anne took a deep breath, trying to hold back her own tears. But no matter what, Anne's heart was not strong enough for that. Silent tears streamed down her face as she hugged Sasha even tighter, as if protecting her from the painful wind. Her heart ached from her pain, and for a moment, she was taken back in time; remembering when she and Marcy once cried together like this.

Sasha was the first to break the hold. She continued to sob, her face streaked with tears, her eyes swollen, and mascara running down her cheeks.

Anne's gaze softened as she looked at her. Her eyes were red and wet with tears. Slowly, she gently wiped away Sasha's tears and fixed her messy hair that was stained with dried blood.

-Does your head hurt?- Anne asked gently, her hand gently rubbing the wound where Luz had thrown the bottle.

Sasha nodded but continued to cry, speechless. She raised her hand and started slapping her lips repeatedly.

-Sasha... Please stop it... Don't hurt yourself, okay?- said Anne quietly who tried to hold and resist Sasha's wrists as she continued to slap her own mouth.

-I have to make it bleed! It's better to bleed than to leave Luz's disgusting marks and traces on my body,-  Sasha babbled in her trembling voice; fragile as paper in her current state. -She... she used her mouth on me, on my lips, on my body-

Anne clucked her tongue in frustration, holding Sasha's hand firmly to stop her. The blonde woman's lips trembled as she thought of her late father and how Luz had desecrated her.

-Let go of me. I have to clean myself in the sea- Sasha snapped, desperate to get clean.

-You're wounded, Sasha. You're—

-I don't give a shit about my wounds!- she screamed, her voice breaking. -I just want to feel clean!-

-Sasha— Anne cut her off with her tired-sounding voice. Sasha's emotions were still uncontrollable, her wild and empty gaze reflecting her ruffled inner turmoil.

-Let go—

-I'll clean it-

Silence enveloped them. The sound of waves crashing on the shore and the howling wind filled the air as Anne moved closer.

Without warning, Anne pressed her lips to Sasha's. She cupped her face gently, kissing her deeply, her lips moving tenderly against hers. Her kisses were slow, almost methodical as if she were trying to erase every trace of Luz's filth from Sasha's lips.

The blonde was  froze, her mind going blank. Her body went still, her tears drying as she felt Anne's lips on hers, gentle yet purposeful.

Anne broke the kiss and pulled away, her breath hitching. For a moment she lowered her gaze to the sand as she swallowed.

-I've cleaned it- she muttered, her voice thick with emotion. Now the brunette woman moved to pick up the black bag containing Luz's corpse from Sasha's baggage and threw it into her car.

Anne approached Sasha again who still seemed to be rooted to the spot, unable to comprehend what had just happened. Her mind was racing, trying to figure out why she didn't fight back and push Anne earlier, not even thinking of trying to get mad.

As Anne quickly removed her shirt, exposing her breasts that were cupped beneath the tight black tanktop, she slipped the shirt on to Sasha with the same awkward gesture.

-Wear this and go home. Take care of your wound,- said Anne stiffly as she tried to avoid Sasha's gaze.

-I'm sorry- she added softly, wiping Sasha's lips once again. -Go home and rest okay? I'll handle everything. You'll be safe-

Sasha looked at her with a furrowed brow; speechless. Her heart was full of questions that she could not ask. Why wasn't she mad? Why didn't she attack Anne when she kissed her like she attacked Luz when Luz wanted to kiss her? Why did Anne cry with her and promise to protect her from this nightmare?

-Why did you do this for me? Why did you save me?- Sasha finally asked, at least one of the thousand thoughts she had managed to get out.

Anne was already walking towards her car. -Because if it's not me, who else? No one. I'll make sure your name is spotless from Luz's death. Trust me.-

-Anne—

-I love you, okay? Now go home!-

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The sound of scraping on the floor followed Anne as she walked.

With sluggish steps, Anne dragged a black plastic bag containing Luz's corpse. Blood left a clear trail on the white ceramic tiles of the penthouse.

Not to a home, but Anne brought Luz's body to her private penthouse. The night sky paled in comparison to the darkness that followed her.

Anne carried Luz's body to a room; a dimly lit room with large glass cubes filled with strong acid and alkaline liquids in shades of reddish and purple.

With a blank expression, Anne put on the gloves she had taken from the desk drawer and took Luz's mangled body out of the bag and placed it on the ceramic table.

Anne's gaze was as calm as a placid lake in the wilderness, untouched and unreadable. Her dark brown eyes sparkled as she smiled at Luz's body that stood still like a helpless statue.

A noise could be heard as Anne tried to take something out from behind the large safe in the room; she took out a sword—a large iron blade that had a hilt for a handle with a very sharp edge— a clear sign of how sharp and deadly it was.

Her imposing shadow on the wall spoke volumes. It depicted her movements as she began to methodically mutilate Luz's body with a soft—toned mumbling that probably sounded more dangerous and frightening than any other sound.

With a single blow, she split Luz's mouth open to separate it from her body. She smiled, seemingly unperturbed by the pungent odour emanating from Luz's almost decomposed body. -How dare that disgusting mouth of yours leave a mark on Sasha's body..., don't you know how desperately I've been watching her these past 8 years? I fought my bestial lust not to touch her body while she was passed out, and you... you so casually ruined the crown she was protecting, how pathetic are you...-

After rambling at length, she tilted her head. Making hand gestures like she was holding a camera; recording Luz's image in her mind's head -I love your beautiful eyes, Luz... Can I have them?-

And there it was. Who would have thought that Anne's next move would be to pry Luz's two beautiful eyeballs out of her face? It was like she was just picking up a stuck toy ball. Now she secured the eyes in an antiseptic bottle, looking around for where she had put the surgical kit.

Cutting open Luz's chest with a scalpel, Anne carefully and meticulously removed Luz's liver, heart, and lungs. She didn't actually need Luz's organs that she considered useless, but still, they had a price. Besides, she enjoyed the surgical process; it was not unusual for Anne to do this. Now Luz's body was empty—making it easier for her to cut it open later.

With another lash, she cut off both Luz's arms as well as her legs to separate them from the corpse. Anne's broad shoulders tensed as she tried to break Luz's thighbone which was relatively strong for her.

Crack.

Crack.

Crack.

Anne's gaze, which was as calm and peaceful as the lake water, remained focused. Her blank expression was covered in blood as she continued to break Luz's femur. Now half of the brunette woman's body was also covered in blood from the splattering of the Latina's corpse.

~...♪It's no big deal♪... ~

Having finished with Luz's thigh, Anne now plunged the sword into Luz's chest; pushing it until the blade hit the ceramic table below, then slicing downwards from the puncture point to the abdomen.

~...♪Yeah no big deal♪... ~

Feeling satisfied after mutilating Luz's body, which was now like a disassembled lego toy. Anne threw each part of Luz's body into glass cups filled with red acid, one by one.

~...♪It's no big deal if you die today♪... ~

Lastly, Anne threw in Luz's severed head, after narrowing her eyes to observe the decapitated, wide—eyed face before her.

In a matter of days, Luz's body would dissolve and melt in the acidic liquid, leaving no trace—vanishing as if swallowed by the earth.

Anne removed her gloves. She threw them into the acidic liquid along with Luz's body. Still covered in blood; the brunette reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone, scrolling through her contacts.

Jenny.

Without much delay, after just one ring, the person on the other end picked up Anne's call.

"Jenny's here, How can I assist you today?" Jenny's voice greeted her

Anne held the phone between her shoulder and ear as she washed her hands at the sink, wiping the blood off her chest with water.

-Hack into Luz Noceda's social media accounts. I'll send you her phone number and personal email for basic info,- the brunette said calmly.

"Oh... Again, Huh?"

Jenny chuckled on the other end. This wasn't the first time Anne had asked for the same favor.

-Do it quickly. Luz Noceda is no ordinary person. She and her father have the power to topple a company's empire. They're among the wealthiest people in Spain,- Anne explained, watching her own reflection in the mirror.

"Alright. Send it over now, and I'll have it done in an hour."

-Twitter and Instagram.-

"Three digits."

Anne chuckled now. Jenny was asking for a three—figure payment, which was a trivial amount for someone as wealthy as Kenneth.

-Come on. Three digits is my five—minute earning. Do it quickly—I expect it done in an hour.-

The call ended. Anne immediately sent Luz's phone number and email to Jenny as the basic information for the hack, knowing that Jenny would also uncover deeper information along the way.

As Anne prepared to leave the room filled with acidic glass cubes, her eyes caught sight of something, and a thin smile crept across her face..

She approached a pair of women's shoes that she had noticed then tossed Olivia's shoes into the violet—colored liquid.

A deep, melodious chuckle escaped as she sat on her executive chair, playing with a pen while her eyes focused on the television screen in the room.

The fake apology post that Anne uploaded using Luz's personal Twitter account had gone viral. Now, the face of a blurred—out woman, Luz, and Sasha appeared on nearly every television broadcast.

Once again, Sasha's name trended at the top, with hundreds of thousands of tweets flooding in. Netizens were flocking to bash Luz, cursing the blurred-faced woman, and expressing sympathy for Sasha.

"I'm so sorry."

Not long, just a short sentence with three simple words that Anne posted on Luz's personal Twitter account, which had 22 million followers.

But the impact was explosive. By now, in Spain, Luz Noceda's name was the hottest topic of discussion since five in the morning.

-I'd like this. It's truly enjoyable- Anne remarked suddenly then turned off the television with the remote on her desk.

Hunter and Gus remained silent. They didn't understand—Anne felt particularly terrifying today. Her gaze reflected a deep satisfaction. -You... you framed Luz?- Gus finally dared to ask.

-Framed? No, no, no. I didn't frame her. I simply told the public the truth that she already had a girlfriend who was pregnant. Yet, despite that, she still wanted to marry Sasha-  Anne explained casually—smiling sweetly. But to her two secretaries, that smile felt cold and terrifying.

-I...I don't understand- Hunter added. He and Gus truly didn't get it.

How could Anne expose anything when she was just a spectator of the scandal? That's what Hunter and Gus were thinking.

Anne smiled at her secretaries, her eyes narrowing into crescent moons. That smile should have looked sweet and warm, but to her two secretaries; it only radiated an eerie, cold fear.

-The less you know, the more peaceful your life will be. Don't be too curious about me, I can be someone else at any moment,-  the brunette said softly.

-Like today, you two seem like you don't even recognize me anymore, to the point where you're uncomfortable being around me, right?- Anne chuckled. She had guessed it correctly.

-We've been with you for six years, and we still don't understand how's the way you think. You're a strange woman... yeah, honestly, you're very strange- Gus admitted.

-There's something about you that's terrifying. We just don't know what it is- Hunter added.

Anne quickly signed a document. -Humans are essentially monsters. That's why God forbids us from committing heinous sins.- Anne spoke.

-Because once you try it, you'll feel comfortable. After you feel comfortable and realize it's not as bad as you thought, you'll do it again, and again, and eventually, you'll become a servant to that wickedness. Like murder, for example,- She now looked directly at her two secretaries.

-Once you kill, you won't hesitate to do it a second time, a third time, a fourth, and over time, you'll feel that killing is just a normal thing- Anne explained reasonably before ending it with a chuckle.

-And you've already become used to killing- Hunter commented. Gus even nudged Hunter's shoe, warning him for being too bold.

-Uhmm, Why not? Death is the ultimate punishment and a clean redemption. And I fully embrace that principle.-

While Anne casually enjoyed the hottest news broadcast of the day, Sasha felt a great deal of tension. And behind her tension, she felt genuinely puzzled inside. How could Anne orchestrate all this chaos?

For nearly 30 minutes, Sasha's eyes were glued to her phone screen after she had already watched the news on television.

Here was the main perpetrator in the tragedy of Luz's death. She was the one who killed that woman  by stabbing her in the side of the neck and then dragging it across to the front, severing her throat.

But what happened? The world instead poured out great sympathy for her, who had fallen victim to Luz's lies.

"I'm so sorry."

Again, Sasha read Luz's post on Twitter. That one sentence, consisting of three words, felt like a nuclear bomb shaking Canada and Spain.

Not without reason. An hour before Anne posted those three words on Twitter, she had already shared a short video showing Luz's affection with a woman. In the twelve-second video; Luz was hugging and kissing her pregnant girlfriend who was lying down.

It was true—Luz and her girlfriend. The woman she got pregnant with but didn't want to marry and instead chose to marry Sasha.

Anne deliberately left the twelve—second video up on Luz's Instagram for about thirty minutes. After tens of thousands of hate comments flooded the post with tens of thousands of people sharing the post, Anne just deleted it.

Here, Anne creates an 'accident' drama. She made it seem as if Luz had uploaded the video on her story without realising, and only deleted it after thirty minutes.

But unfortunately, no one can escape the digital trail. The video had gone viral even after Anne deleted it. And that was her plan.

With 52 million followers on Luz's Instagram account, 5 million of them had seen the video that Anne posted and deleted.

Anne handled the evidence of Luz's death cleanly and smoothly.

-Where are you?- Sasha asked directly. She called Anne and she promptly answered.

Sasha's eyes were still puffy. Her face looked pale and disheveled. Today, she didn't go to the Company; for now, she didn't care about work.

"At the office, of course. Need something?"

The blonde woman felt anxious. She bit her lower lip in worry. -How did you do all this? Where did you bury Luz's body?-

"Hey, calm down, Miss Waybright "

The brunette chuckled softly. Now, she didn't even need to call Sasha with the Noceda family name anymore.

"Don't ask how, but are you satisfied with how I handled everything? Now you're free from that engagement, the wedding is canceled, and you've received millions of sympathies. Who will know that Luz was dead and you were the culprit?"

Sasha felt more anxious hearing Anne's words. The tone of her voice seemed to remind her that she held the key to Sasha's destruction.

-How much do you want?- Sasha asked. She wanted to pay her off and keep Anne quiet.

"Wow... Are you insulting me, Miss Waybright?"  Now, Anne laughed softly in a sexy way.

-Boonchuy, please. I—

"Get ready. I'll pick you up in an hour."

-Pick me up? W-where are you taking me?-

"To clear your head on my private yacht in Toronto waters, and don't even think about bringing your two lousy secretaries."

-Only the two of us? You and me?- Sasha was still in a bit of shock, this could be evident from her eyes that had been wide for a while.

"Calm down. I'm not going to rape you. You better take a little break to make the media believe that you're really stressed because of your failed arranged marriage with Luz"

Sasha's eyebrows furrowed slightly when she heard that excuse. Her? Stressed? Yes she was stressed, but she was stressed at the thought of how Anne could so easily cover up the truth with all the lies she was making up? And if she said she was stressed because of her failed marriage? In fact, she was happy that the marriage had failed. After all, she only married Luz because she wanted to get Anne's attention. But who would have thought that both of them would end up killing Luz?

-Okay. Come and pick me up.-

There, Anne gave a charming little smile. The amusement in her heart could not be held back when her offer was accepted by Sasha. She immediately turned off her phone in order to stay sane. She now played with her phone in her hand, pressing her cheek briefly with her tongue before suddenly chuckling—wiggling like a madman.

-Shall we get started, Sasha?-

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Sasha's mind was too clouded. She thought it would be just her and Anne alone on the woman's private luxury yacht.

In fact, Anne had even arranged two personal attendants to serve Sasha at all times, ten bodyguards for protection, two skilled chefs, and even a beauty expert who would continuously look after Sasha’s appearance during her stay.

For 33 years she had been breathing, this was the first time Sasha had ever received such good treatment from another person than her father.

Indeed, Sasha had everything. But when Anne treated her so kindly, there was a strange feeling in her chest.

Earlier today, Anne had picked her up by helicopter. She brought Sasha directly to her luxury yacht which had already set sail. As Sasha stepped out of the helicopter, Anne held Sasha's hand and let her walk ahead of her. 

Upon arriving on the yacht, Anne had already prepared everything Sasha needed. From expensive branded clothing sets to a special room just for her, even the Attendants and beauty experts were ready, all arranged by Anne for her.

'Did Marcy also feel all of this?' Sasha wondered.

-Our boss is truly an extraordinary woman. Even during a vacation like this, she still manages her work and all her responsibilities.-

-She's as determined as Mr. Adam but woman version-

-And as cool as Mr. Adam was in his youth. They’re so similar-

Sasha turned her head when her ears caught the conversation of the two servants Anne had brought to serve her. She heard the two young women talking about their madam.

Curious about what Anne was doing, Sasha got up from her easy chair and walked outside.

Her eyes found Anne there; in the yacht's lounge. Anne is sitting on a plush sofa, still wearing her shiny black heels, with a relaxed yet quite formal shirt. Enjoying the warmth of the sunset.

She was having a Zoom meeting with Gus, Hunter, and one of her clients.

Sitting in front of her MacBook, she speaks with a slightly hunched posture. Between her middle and index fingers she held a pen that occasionally chuckled, smiled, crossed her arms casually, and then spoke again with charismatic hand movements.

Sasha watched all of Anne's movements without even blinking. Fully aware, she suddenly smiled a little when she saw Anne so enthusiastic in explaining things. She could conclude that Anne was a typical enthusiastic, courageous person who was also not the type to wear clothes that were too revealing; considering the way she dressed every day.

As Anne tried to pay attention to her surroundings, she accidentally saw Sasha who was observing her from a distance of probably about ten metres. Immediately, her body froze when she saw Sasha in her sexy red bikini, with her hair down and sunglasses on her head.

It wasn't Anne's fault that the pen she held between her fingers fell because her hand suddenly shook for no reason (there was a reason).

Realising that their eyes met, the Blonde raised one eyebrow and looked away. She walked to the railing of the yacht to enjoy the view and started taking photos with her mobile phone.

Within five minutes, Anne approached Sasha who was still engrossed in checking her shots.

-Wear your clothes if you plan to stay outside. The wind is too strong, you might catch a cold later- she said, reprimanding Sasha's dressing while standing next to the woman. 

After spending hours together on the yacht, this was their first conversation. Both had been busy with their respective activities.

-Not for long. I just wanted to take a picture,- Sasha replied. -Is your meeting over?-

-ehmm yeah- Anne nodded. Her eyes glanced at the nearby bodyguards, making sure they didn't glance at Sasha in this overly sexy bikini. 

-How did you set all this up?-

-Setting up what?-

-The big drama that's hot right now. And where did you bury Luz's body?-

Anne looked straight ahead. -No need to know. Everything I did was for your safety. Don't feel guilty anymore, killing Luz was the right decision-

Now Sasha turned around, looking up to see Anne's face. -yeah, I trust you.- she smiled.

Anne returned Sasha’s gaze, smiling as well. -Don’t trust me too much. I’m just a stranger in your life-

-Uh? True, but you’re a good stranger. You even cried with me when I cried on your chest. Remembering that night makes me feel emotional.- the blonde spoke honestly, opening up her heart.

-Because I realised that you were completely alone. And I know... You're a lonely woman.- Anne answered accurately, after all they were both lonely and it could also be an opportunity for them(?) 

Sasha bowed her head, a faint bitter smile forming as she accepted the fact that she was indeed a very lonely woman

-You're right. I am a lonely woman. Really,- Sasha chuckled at last. She admitted that -It was easy for me to get everything I wanted, but my life felt quite joyless. After my father died, however, I felt like my life became so heavy. Every day was hard, even breathing was tight, I also felt an emptiness every day that I couldn't figure out what it was- Sasha revealed.

-Dad, I miss you. Do you see this? This jerk next to me kindly saved me- Sasha half shouted, trying to smile as brightly as possible, but her eyes were red. Remembering Grime was the most painful thing in her life. It was like losing one of her organs.

Anne just chuckled. She watched Sasha intently from the side; observing her smooth face. The twinkle of light in Anne's eyes reflected off Sasha's absolutely beautiful figure to the point that Anne suddenly looked away, lowering her face towards the sea below, her eyes almost bulging. Stunned.

Sasha was truly beautiful. That's what made Anne completely overwhelmed that she wanted to caress Sasha's face, she wanted to caress Sasha's face with the palm of her hand, feeling the skin as soft as a cloud that was only meant for her. Just the two of them. 

This feeling was exactly the same as when she used to watch her beloved Marcy from the side and make Anne lovingly caress her face there, the thing that made Anne stunned.

-I'm about to leave. I'm going to take a warm bath- Sasha said suddenly. She turned around and walked away, leaving Anne who was still rooted to the spot.

There Anne remained silent as her eyes followed Sasha's back as she walked away. This feeling was exactly the same as when she started to fall in love with Marcy. And no matter how much Anne tried to deny it, she still realised that feeling.

Anne became restless. She rubbed her face slowly in an attempt to erase the image of Sasha from her head. Her eyes almost bulged again as she ruffled her hair in stress, if only Hunter and Gus were there and saw how Sasha made her freeze like a madman earlier, she knew for sure she would be severely mocked by both of them.

She was fully aware of the symptoms, making Anne bang on the railing of the yacht in front of her. -Fuck, fuck, fuck-

01:00 AM

Sasha couldn't sleep. Ever since her father's death, her sleeping pattern had become very chaotic. Somehow she could now keep her eyes open until morning and immediately rush to get ready for the office.

Just like tonight. It was already one o'clock in the evening, yet Sasha; was still standing at the edge of the yacht clutching her hands together. She was wearing a thick jacket to ward off the cold.

Most of the yacht's occupants were already asleep, Anne being the exception as she and a few bodyguards were still sitting together playing Uno accompanied by their own whiskey. 

It turns out that the luxuries of this world are meaningless without someone we love. Sasha began to realise that she really needed someone to love. There was her father, but now? Completely empty.

She didn't have someone who loved her and she loved. This was the emptiness of her heart that Sasha truly felt. Every night she felt devastated, endlessly longing for Grime who had the heart to leave her alone like this.

-Sasha? It's already 1 Am. Take a rest first-

Sasha didn't respond to Anne. The brunette came up to Sasha after finding her standing alone on the edge of the yacht lost in thought and staring blankly ahead. Still hugging her own arm.

-Hey! Somebody on earth!- Anne snapped her fingers in front of Sasha's face. The blonde was momentarily stunned but eventually came to her senses

-Don't daydream. Go to sleep, your body needs rest- Anne said again to which Sasha still didn't respond. The blonde let out a long sigh, putting on a face that Anne knew how fucked up she was right now -You don't understand how I feel, Boonchuy- Sasha finally replied.

Anne took a deep breath when she heard Sasha's answer. She looked straight ahead at the sea. -I do understand Sasha, I do... I've been in your shoes, lost someone I loved so much-

-I've been stressed like you, I was depressed for months until I got sick. And I cried every night with the thought of the fear that haunted me every moment- Anne added later.

Looking at Sasha who was getting more and more depressed, Anne sighed once more and tried to find the courage to come closer and gently rubbed Sasha's back, a back that bore the woman's vulnerability all by itself.

-No matter how deep your pain and depression are right now, time will continue to pass without caring about you. The best move is to let go, accept reality, and move on. I also did the same thing,- said Anne gently trying to calm Sasha down, which she didn't know if it worked or not.

-But you still have both parents, siblings, and even extended family. Uncles, aunts, cousins— you have everything, Boonchuy. Look at me, I'm all alone. Seriously, it's just me- Sasha replied stammeringly, her voice now hoarse; desperately trying to look strong, no matter the conditions

-and my mom? She left me when I was born. I don't know what she looks like, I don't even know where she is, if she's alive or dead. And now, exactly one month ago, my father died. How pitiful- the blonde chuckled bitterly, while flashing a wistful smile.

Anne pondered Sasha's words with her arms crossed, turned around, and leaned against the iron railing of the yacht. She looked at Sasha. Like one room with two different vibes, of course they were also born into different family conditions. Both are contrasting, but also the same in time

-Marry me.-

Sasha scowled while giving her a sharp look. What is this? 'Seriously Boonchuy?' Now, when her heart was still grieving?

-I don't love you.-

-I don't love you either. But marry me, and you'll feel the warmth of a family. You won't be alone like this anymore-

For a moment the two were silent, staring at each other intensely as the fierce seabreeze hit them. -My parents will be your parents, and my sister Polly will be your sister too. There will be uncles and aunts who will be your uncles and aunts, and cousins who will be your family too. We are a big family,- Anne explained.

-You will never feel alone like this again. Whatever difficulties you face, our extended family will support you. Share all your grievances and problems with me, together; we will deal with it-

-For us, marriage is not just about sex. Marriage is about finding a life companion, someone to share your thoughts with, someone to talk to every day. It's not just about having children. That's why most of us get married in our thirties. We don't care about having children,- Anne explained further.

Sasha remained silent. She blinked, imagining how warm and cosy it would be to be part of a family as great as the Plantar and Boonchuy families. She imagined having a big family, even a little sister, and more than that— she would have two parents, complete and whole.

A complete and whole family. That was one thing Sasha envied. But most of all, she was afraid. She was afraid that this was the fall to break her heart and Anne had already trapped her

-I'm not forcing your will and choice Sasha, but this is my final offer. And if you refuse? There is no more offer from me- said Anne, A small smile played on her lips as she saw the excitement in Sasha's beautiful eyes.

The Blonde was on the verge of breaking.

-So... Sasha Elizabeth Waybright, will you marry me this time?- Anne offered again, repeating her proposal.

Sasha's eyes darted back and forth. She bit her lower lip anxiously, twirling her fingers nervously. Don't ask how the two of them are doing, both on the verge of confusion, excitement and foolhardiness at the same time.

-But you already threw away the ring, Boonchuy. Don't you remember that?- Sasha muttered, pointing to her ring finger where Anne had once placed their engagement ring.

There Anne burst out laughing. A cute, playful laugh that was met by a genuine, sweet smile from Sasha. That night, both their hearts were beating at a rate of 100 beats a second, And this was the night where they first interacted sincerely without any feelings of hatred, sadness, or wanting to kill each other, but the feeling of tension and nervousness still dominated them.

Sasha looked like a confused child who was tempted by a promise.

And Anne looked like a fool there 

-I'll buy you a new one later,- Anne said with a sweet smile, at least that's what Sasha thought when she saw that smile.

Sasha unconsciously nodded, which was her automatic response to Anne's offer. Was this really the right decision for Sasha? Was she really sincere about getting married this time? Ohh... What did that nod mean? Did Sasha accept it? Was it an acceptance? Was it? Sasha was confused, Anne was confuse

-And what now?- the blonde asked. 

-Huh? What? Nothing. Go to sleep- Anne's stammering reply.

-So, am I your fiancée again now?- 

-If you want to be. I’m not forcing you.-

-I want to, Boonchuy- Sasha stepped closer to Anne -I want to- she repeated, looking at her.

Suddenly, she embraced Anne. The hug was quick, not enough to make their bodies stick together. Just a second, and then Sasha let go. It was an awkward hug, almost like a penguin hug.

-Thanks- the blonde turned and walked away, leaving Anne alone again. 

And Anne? She smiled, smiled and laughed like a dumbass. She was grateful her two bastard secretaries didn't come with her. Because tonight, she had seen Sasha's soft side—proving that Sasha still had a sweet and funny side. And tonight too, she had shown her sweet and stupid side. 

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04:00 AM

It turned out that Sasha really couldn't sleep, and Anne was her target to keep her company for a drink.

It was four in the morning, and soon the sun would rise. But here, on the sofa of the luxurious C-shaped yacht, Anne faithfully kept Sasha company; listening to all her ramblings.

This luxurious yacht and the night sky witnessed how Sasha, unprompted, began to open up to Anne. 

-Argh! What brand of alcohol is this? Why does it taste so strong?- Sasha groaned, frowning as she read the label on the bottle she was drinking.

Here, Sasha was already drunk in the company of the pair of Anne's eyes that gazed softly at the messy woman. She wasn't drunk yet as she had only had two shots so far.

-I produced it. It's not very well known because I only launched it last month, and I didn't expect the taste to be this strong- Anne explains. Her love for intoxicating drinks has driven her to start her own alcohol business.

Anne observed Sasha's beautiful almond eyes; which had always been her favourite. She smiled slightly as Sasha tossed a nut into the air, trying to catch it in her mouth but failing.

-Uhm? That's amazing. I also have a liquor business like this, but the alcohol I'm drinking right now is already making me crazy- Sasha replied sounding a bit slurred due to her drunkenness.

Her beautiful blonde hair was flowing, constantly getting blown by the strong sea breeze. She was wearing hot pants and a white tanktop, sitting with her legs up on the sofa, drinking straight from the bottle while closing her eyes and facing the sky. Meanwhile, Anne was there in her brown cardigan trying to do the same nut-eating trick that Sasha had done earlier, but failing just the same. She couldn't understand how Sasha could stand this cold wind with just a white tanktop on.

-I'm lonely,- Sasha suddenly exclaimed.

Anne took a sip from her bottle as well. Her eyes remained on Sasha who continued to talk while her forehead was slightly furrowed as she drank the liquor

-I'd be lying if I said I wasn't lonely- Sasha chuckled, her eyes red and heavy.

-I used to have no friends, maybe I did? But I considered them all my servants because I kept manipulating them to my own needs. Yes, I used to be manipulative- the blonde began to tell her story, still with her eyes closed, enjoying the breeze. She sat right next to Anne; who kept her attention.

-I had everything, money, perfect grades. That's what made me constantly commanding people and manipulating them to do my bidding. But then I realised, that's what made all the students hate me. No one liked me, those who still stuck with me were only there because they were afraid of me, and that was the worst. No one is genuinely with me-

The brunette was silent. Listening to a drunk person's confession is fun. Her eyes never left Sasha's beautiful reddened face.

-I've always been a bully, and I've always been condescending. But there was a point where I realised my mistake. There I wanted to change and apologise to them, I was even made to beg just to get my apology approved. At that point I had completely changed, and I thought they had forgiven me too. But I was completely wrong. The tragic accident I had eight years ago happened because I drove while crying.-

The more Sasha opened up about her past, the more it interested Anne. She listened more attentively too without so much as a blink. 

Sasha smirked. She sighed and took another sip from her bottle

-It was in college, so I was invited by a classmate to her birthday party. You know what? I was so happy. I think she finally started to like me and wanted to be my friend,- She continues.

-So I came, brought her expensive gifts. Branded dresses, bags, and high heels. I gave them sincerely. But when I got there, she and her gang bullied me. They insulted me, laughed at me, and called me a worthless girl who didn't deserve to have friends or a lover-

-Maybe I deserved all that from them?-

-Then a guy, my senior, appeared. I thought he would help me, at least tell me to leave. But what happened? He spat in my face. He was so angry with me because I had surpassed his grades in our major and took the scholarship he thought he deserved-

Sasha chuckled now. It was bittersweet, remembering those times. She was hated because she was smart, intelligent, beautiful, and famous all over campus. She was hated because she came from a rich, upper-class family. She was hated because of how people perceived her from her past

-I was heartbroken. And from that night on, I vowed to never hesitate to spit in the faces of those I hated and destroy the pride of every person under my feet. I closed myself off and started my success at a young age after recovering from that tragic accident, And ever since then I've been the tough person I used to be- Sasha says enthusiastically.

-With Marcy's eyes and heart, I started my success, got many awards, and my name skyrocketed. It was as if the stars were raining down on me, my years were so bright. I was truly successful; everything I touched turned into success.-

Sasha spoke honestly as well as proudly, recalling how she had travelled and achieved. She's serious, and Anne; she's a great listener and takes it all in. When else would an arrogant and strong woman like Sasha open up like this?

-From that moment on, I felt I didn't need anyone except my father. I didn't need friends, close friends, or lovers. I felt capable, I felt very strong. However, when my father died, I realised that I really needed a friend- Sasha said softly with a chuckle, showing a glimmer of determination.

She turned to the brunette woman beside her. -Would you be my friend? Just someone to talk to; I really need someone to talk to like this,- Sasha suddenly asked.

The blonde's eyes felt heavy, sleepy, her head was also spinning like it was going to fall off later, but she was still conscious when she asked Anne to be her friend.

-Don't want to?- Sasha laughed softly. She nodded. -I understand. Of course you don't want to be friends with me. After all, you've always been my rival-

Sasha opened another bottle of liquor for her; this was the third. It was all watched by Anne who felt a little worried about the amount of Alcohol Sasha was consuming now, it could have killed Sasha later. 

-What do you mean a friend? No need to be friends, I'll be your wife-

Suddenly, Sasha laughed. She even tilted her head to the side, looking at her fiancé while still laughing. At that moment, Anne was frozen in place, stunned. This was the first time she had ever seen Sasha laugh. It was truly cute, admirable, and yet very familiar.

It reminded her of Marcy's laughter. She recalled when Marcy used to laugh like this when they were drunk together.

A sweet smile involuntarily appeared on Anne's face. Her sparkling eyes glittered as she watched Sasha intensely, now both of them were laughing together— don't know what they were laughing about, but there was something between the two of them that made both of their hearts tickle.

-Hey, are we really getting married?- Sasha asked as she moved closer to Anne.

-We won't if you don't want to. I won't force you,- Anne replied. Both of their breaths smelled strongly of alcohol.

-Don't say that. I want to. I want to feel what it's like to have a complete and warm family. Besides...— Sasha's heavy, dreamy eyes slowly traced Anne from head to toe before returning to her face.

And without any prompting, Sasha approached Anne and grabbed her face, her fingers moving to caress the woman's face gently as her gaze continued to fall on the brunette's lips —You're so beautiful to stand next to me. Yeah, not bad. You look masculine, as well as charming. I honestly really like Thai Asian woman like you- Sasha added, before she sat back down to her previous position.

The strong alcoholic effect actually gave Sasha ten times more courage to do that thing to Anne, which made Anne's whole face turn red and stop reacting for a few seconds.

With a nervous laugh that further enticed Sasha to tease her further, Anne opened a bottle of alcohol for herself and drank half of it in one sip.

-Whoa Boonchuy! I didn't expect you to be strong enough to drink alcohol.- Sasha's eyes widened in amusement as she watched Anne sip the drink.

-Give me some.-

-What do you mean? Your bottle is still full- Anne glanced at Sasha's bottle.

Sasha stared at Anne with half-closed eyes, her breathing was heavy and the scent of alcohol was faint as she muttered with a crooked smile, -Not from the bottle, but from your mouth.-

For a moment, Anne was stunned. Their eyes met, an intense look of desire and doubt that faded slowly. She took another sip, letting the taste of alcohol fill her mouth before leaning in, one hand moving lightly behind Sasha's neck.

Without hesitation, Anne brings their lips closer, bringing them together in a deep, passionate kiss, transferring the sharp flavour of the alcohol to Sasha who accepts it without hesitation; swallowing the warm liquid.

Silence fell, but their lips stayed together, refusing to separate.

The kiss continued to deepen. Then suddenly Sasha wrapped her arms around Anne's neck to pull the woman closer, her lips parting wider, accepting more greedily. Now Sasha's eyes were closed as if fully immersed in the sensation of their kiss. Anne responds quickly, her one hand moving to stroke Sasha's cheek gently but determinedly, as if trying to feel every curve of the face so close to her.

They exchange kisses with a haste that is now no longer bearable, their lips seemingly urging each other to dominate, rub, and penetrate deeper. Sasha bit lightly on Anne's lower lip to elicit a gasp from the other woman, who immediately countered with a stronger kiss, letting her lips claim Sasha's as if nothing else mattered. Their tongues touch, clash and push against each other, neither willing to budge, exploring with a desire that burns hotter and fills the entire space between them.

Slowly, Sasha's hands moved down Anne's body and grasped her waist gently but firmly, while Anne responded by pulling Sasha's body closer to hers, as if she didn't want any distance between them. The soft moans between them become more regular in rhythm, their breaths mixing in short pauses, only to come back together in a deeper, more passionate kiss.

There was no one passive this time. Sasha responds to Anne's every touch, her lips following Anne's movements but also challenging, occasionally taking over the kiss, giving delicate bites, and deepening each exhale. Anne seems to drown in Sasha's every response; creating an intense and passionate harmony, like nothing can separate them from that moment.

The cold sensation of their lips blended with the heat of their bodies getting closer, the sound of their breathing getting heavier, making the room feel even smaller. They both knew, in that increasingly uncontrollable kiss, that neither wanted to give up.

Slowly, the brunette pulled away to break the intense kiss. From a very close distance, their eyes locked with each other. Both panting and getting their breath back again, and also both unaware of how they were positioned now with Sasha already on Anne's lap. 

Anne's smile faintly appeared. She smoothed Sasha's dishevelled hair and wiped her wet lips.

-Be honest about the situation, show me that you really can't stand on your own. I know you are an amazing woman, but no matter how great you are, you still need a shoulder to lean on, you also definitely still need an umbrella to protect you from the coming storm. Let's complement each other? With me complementing your life, and you complementing mine- After the passionate kiss they just shared earlier, now the atmosphere between them turned deeper in just an instant? Woahh.

Sasha was silent. She smiled weakly and hugged Anne again, resting her head on the brunette woman's shoulder. Her chest was still up and down from earlier -Can you love me like my father loved me all this time?- The blonde asked softly.

Once again, Anne was surprised by this woman. She returned Sasha's hug carefully and stroked the blonde woman's back lightly

-I have no one else, Annie. I still long for affection. Only affection, because that's the only thing I can't buy, no matter how wealthy I am- Sasha added, her voice weakening. On Anne's broad shoulders, her eyes began to tear up.

That feeling returned. After eight years, Anne’s heart felt full warmth stirring within her. After eight long years of emptiness and coldness, tonight Anne's heart felt whole.

After Marcy, now she felt there was Sasha. Someone she had to protect; Sasha, who needed her attention, Sasha who needed her soft side.

-I will love you,- Anne finally answered. She kissed Sasha's shoulder for a long time, with her eyes closed.

-Don't hit me again...my father never hit me...- Sasha slowly spoke, her hug tightening.

Anne chuckled at that. -You're too spoilt. Those who make mistakes still have to be disciplined. That's the deal...— hey, are you asleep?-

Sasha's arms fell limp. She fell asleep on her lap; still in her warm embrace. She fell asleep drunk and overwhelmed, even more intoxicated by the scent of Anne's perfume.

Anne sighed slowly. It had been too long, and to be honest, his chest had been pounding all this time. This feeling, this pounding in her chest, was something she had only ever felt with Marcy before, and now she felt it again with Sasha. In fact, it was even more nerve-wracking, really.

-I won't hit you again, I promise-

She didn't move. Instead she leaned back on the sofa hugging Sasha with her head resting on the back of the sofa. She hugged Sasha gently and also closed her eyes. They both fell asleep together in that affectionate closeness. 

Anne's sense of responsibility, which had been neglected for eight years, was rekindled by Sasha tonight. Sasha revived Anne's gentle and protective side. Her helplessness and vulnerability forced her to ask for Anne's help and protection, though indirectly and without realising it, Anne had accepted it.

It was like a weak hand unable to reach out, but a strong hand grasped it to pull it up. It was like an empty void now filled again. It was like a flaw that was being made whole. And it was about complementing the parts that had never been fully complete.

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ONE MONTH LATER

-Listen. In the business world, I'm still your rival. No matter what happens, this time I'll win the tender again, Mrs Boonchuy- With that Sasha turned around which made her blonde hair slightly flutter in Anne's face.

-Okay.- Anne raised her hands briefly -What if you lose?-

Suddenly, Sasha stopped her steps which made Anne who had been following behind also stop; they both stopped right in front of their bedroom door.

Once again, Sasha faced Anne with locked eyes -I will never lose, my wife- she confirmed that before she turned to leave again.

Anne smiled as well as chuckled at that, still not expecting that both of them had become lovers. Now Anne quickly caught up with Sasha from behind, and together they left their bedroom on the second floor to join everyone at the dining table.

It had been two weeks since Anne and Sasha were officially married, two weeks since Sasha officially became part of the Boonchuy family, two weeks since they became a couple, and two weeks since she had taken up residence in the stately home as the proud daughter-in-law.

Returning from their honeymoon on Anne's private yacht, it was two weeks later when Anne married that prideful woman; Sasha Elizabeth Waybright.

There was no big wedding party with hundreds of guests. Their wedding was elegant yet classy. Their vows were witnessed by the entire Plantar and Boonchuy families.

On that day, Anne could have sworn that she had never felt so nervous. Her chest felt like it was pounding; her heart was racing uncontrollably which made her feel like she was going to lose her breath, really.

And Sasha—my goodness, she was shaking. In her wedding dress, she almost fainted when she had to say her vows in front of everyone. The promise of a lifetime with that damn woman; Anne Savisa Boonchuy, who surprisingly was now her wife.

Their marriage was the buzz for days. News spread everywhere, but not a single clip of their wedding appeared on television.

They had an elite and private wedding. Now, the sacred rings adorn Anne and Sasha's ring fingers. Rings that signify a bond between the pair.

It still feels like a dream to Sasha. She can't believe that she is married. At 33 years old, she had left her single life behind. Similarly, Anne had left her single life at the age of 30.

-Morning, Dad- Sasha greeted Adam first. She approached Adam who was already seated at the dining table, neatly dressed in a formal suit and the scent of his Le Male perfume spread throughout the table.

-Oh hey. Morning, sweetie- replied Adam happily who then stood up to accept Sasha's hug who casually embraced him. The old man then gave Sasha a quick kiss on the forehead.

-Morning, Mum. I love you-

-Morning, sweetheart. I love you too- Eve replied immediately. A warm smile spread across her face as she received a kiss on the cheek from the blonde woman

-Morning, my girl- Sasha now greeted Polly; they then did a handshake together before taking their seats.

It didn't take long for Sasha to melt away the hearts of Adam, Eve, and even Polly. The young girl was now becoming soft, somehow her hatred for Sasha had suddenly disappeared. she now regarded Sasha as her own sister and it could even be seen that she loved Sasha more than Anne.

Even Anne was amazed. It felt like she was a stranger here, while Sasha had somehow become very close to her parents. It was as if she herself had become a daughter-in-law in her own home.

-Morning- she greeted. As usual; stiff and without enthusiasm. Her parents looked at her flatly, wishing she could be as sweet as Sasha.

Everyone gathered at the dining table that had now started breakfast while engaging in light conversation. Occasionally, Anne glanced at Sasha with a smile on her lips that she didn't even realise was there; observing how comfortable Sasha was in this house.

The blonde seemed to forget that she had a mansion of her own. She enjoyed the warmth of this house, a warmth she had never felt before. Over the past two weeks, Sasha realised how happy it was to have a complete family.

Happiness. Sasha could not deny that she felt happy to be part of the family. Being accepted into a family that made her feel truly loved.

-How's business going?- Adam asked, starting a conversation with his highly admired daughter-in-law.

-Everything is under control. And today, Anne and I will bet on winning the tender. Dad, wish me luck- Sasha pleaded, showing her cheerful side to the old man.

-Yes. Please beat her, for my sake- Adam replied while glancing at Anne who immediately looked surprised. and once again—Sasha had indirectly become the winner.

Eve and Polly held back a smile.

-Can you be on my side just this once, Dad? This bitch—

-Anne Savisa Boonchuy. She's your wife, not your bitch. Watch what you say to your wife- Eve quickly interrupted, glaring at her daughter.

-I don't know. She always calls me that. Even though—

-even though every night she needs you- This time it was Polly who interrupted.

Suddenly, both Anne and Sasha fell silent. They avoided each other's gaze, not wanting to make contact. This was really a sensitive topic to talk about. Because in the two weeks they had been married, they hadn't had sex or even physical touch.

Sensing the awkwardness between his daughter and daughter-in-law, Adam chuckled.

-It's okay. Everything takes time. I understand that... you two married without a true foundation of love- Adam spoke with authority, but also with warmth and tenderness.

-Enjoy your time together. Marriage is not just about making love, but about how a couple should build commitment in it, sharing everything, including pain and tears- Adam continued, his words soothing to hear.

-Anne, you must realise that you're not just marrying Sasha's looks or body. You're marrying her soul and her character. When you grow old, it is not her beauty that will remain with you, but her nature and character- Eve added lovingly. Her voice was soft and soothing.

Both of them nodded. It was awkward, but they tried to accept it with open hearts.

-You two try to care and love each other, support and protect each other. It may not be easy for both of you, but slowly, work at it. Trust me, it's worth it- Eve gently advises the couple.

-Anne Savisa Boonchuy. I warned you not to hurt Sasha intentionally. You don't know how much of an impact it will have in the future, and if I catch you putting your hand in Sasha's face or on her body causing her so much pain that she cries, then you're a dead man walking- Adam's stern warning to his daughter. Sometimes it was Anne's stubbornness that required him to threaten like this.

They didn't say this for no reason—they knew Anne well. They even knew that she had once spent all her love with another woman in the past.

They were afraid that Anne wouldn't be able to love Sasha as much as she loved the woman from her past.

Sasha who heard all the advice tried to accept it gracefully and nodded, as did Anne who had been looking a bit tense because she remembered the threat her father had given her. She knew her father wouldn't play around about it; if he said die, then she might actually die.

Now Anne turned her head sideways to look at her wife -please warn me if I made a mistake- now she spoke up.

Sasha almost froze in place. She blinked briefly, looked at Anne for a moment and then nodded.

-Remind me if I am too harsh- Sasha replied anyway. She admits that she has been very harsh with her wife, both before they got married and after they got married.

Eve, Adam, and Polly were all smiling warmly. A mature couple is one that is not ashamed to correct each other's mistakes.

-Kill me if I cheat on you.-

Sasha was silent. She glanced at Anne with a face full of questions. Does this mean Anne really wants to be a faithful lover for her? Sasha wondered to herself.

-That's right. Just kill her if she cheats. In our family, cheating is a crime and a disgrace. If Anne dares to cheat on you, then she will be the first person in the Boonchuy bloodline to do so. So just kill her, I won't mind- Adam said casually.

Sasha now realised that her wife's family was quite scary. They hold loyalty in high regard. Only death can separate them. Just like Anne and Marcy; who have been separated by death...

-ehmm...can I go to the office now?- She felt uncomfortable with where this conversation was going so she asked to go to the office to get out of the awkward conversation.

-With me- Anne stood up first followed by Sasha and linked their hands.

-Stop arguing so much. But do talk about your plans to grow old together- Adam suggested again. He knew exactly how Anne and Sasha were always like that when it was just them.

With maturity, Anne nodded. She immediately took Sasha’s hand, and together they walked in step, leaving the room.

-Don't worry. I admit Anne and Sasha are both tough and selfish, but their love is pure and I know they will eventually become inseparable even in five minutes- Adam said, imagining the thoughts that came to his mind about what it would be like if Anne and Sasha were already in love.

Polly, who had been a mere listener to the conversation, now began to speak up, scoffing at her sister -I'm honestly sick of the mask that Anne wears,- of course Adam, who heard his other daughter's words, was confused -W-what??-

Now Eve let out a long sigh as if she was releasing all the baggage she had been holding in. She slightly compared her spoon to the plate and glanced at her husband; Adam. -I admit you Boonchuy's are really insane and selfish, you know that?-

-I honestly disagree with Anne marrying Sasha and using the 'complete family' as her attraction technique to get Sasha to accept. That's so selfish- Eve admitted

Polly there just nodded, her father's puzzled face making her grin slightly. Now, both his daughter and his wife were really making Adam confused about what was going on -What are you guys talk—

-Never mind Adam, never mind. I don't want to talk about this nonsense-

-I don't know what 'nonsense' you're talking about, but have you noticed that these two have changed quite a bit since they've been together?-

What Adam said about Sasha and Anne was true, Sasha's presence brought peace to their home. Who knew that Sasha, who was known for being so haughty and ambitious, was warm and caring. After Sasha's arrival, Anne also looks more mature; as if she is trying to be a partner that Sasha can always rely on in everything.

That's actually really sweet. It's just that Sasha and Anne haven't realised it yet.

Silence, stiffness, and awkwardness filled the air. Anne drove quietly, unsure of how to start a conversation with Sasha who sat beside her.

Marrying without the support of feelings, commitment, and the foundation of love made them both suddenly more awkward and clueless about love, both of them like two unstable teenagers who had just learnt what love was.

-Have you eaten the piece of meat on the dining table yet?- Sasha asked, breaking the silence. Thank goodness.

The woman who was driving blinked when she heard Sasha ask, she turned her head sideways to look at Sasha. 'Can you believe that Sasha Waybright started the conversation with me first?' Is this a normal opening of a topic of discussion when you are married?

Turning the car to the left, Anne nodded -Yes, I ate it. Why?-

-How does it taste? I cooked it with the maid. They told me to go back sleep, but I'm used to waking up at five. That's my first time cooking y'know?-

Suddenly Anne blinked. -...Y-you cooked it?- she asked as if in disbelief, no wonder if the meat tasted strange; it was like the spices were just randomly put in without being mixed, and it was very salty. It was also bitter because some of the slices were burnt.

-yes- the blonde replied flatly as she stared ahead

-W-wow! Really? It's really delicious you know? I ate it, didn't you see?- For God's sake, Anne had stopped eating breakfast because she felt sick after tasting the meat first. She thought there was something wrong with the maid so she was already planning to fire the maid who cooked the meat.

Anne didn't know that the one who cooked the meat was her own wife

-Are you sure? It was really my first time cooking. I've never even been in the kitchen, not even to fry an egg- Sasha explained casually, wondering if Anne was lying about her answer. She knew that Anne didn't like the meat she was cooking. She knew it.

Her hands are not those of a woman who spends time in the kitchen, but rather those of a career woman who is busy with her MacBook, iPad, phone, email, pen, and piles of documents.

She never cooks, does the dishes, or does the laundry. She never touches any household chores. What's the point of having dozens of servants in her house if she's the one still doing the housework? Since childhood, Sasha has been the Queen of the house. She was always busy with school, pursuing education, and building her career.

-Ehm... But you don't need to cook, it's not your responsibility, just let me cook for you since I know how to cook- Anne said. Actually, she wanted to ask Sasha not to cook anymore because it felt really unhuman.

Suddenly, Sasha laughed. She punched Anne's shoulder playfully which made the brunette woman blink

-Just say it wasn't good you dammit, that's why you don't want me to cook anymore. No need to pretend, I almost threw up myself when I ate it. It tasted totally haram- Sasha shuddered, feeling sick at the thought of the strange taste of her cooking.

Finally, Anne chuckled. She drove with a smile. -I'm just trying to appreciate your efforts. It's okay, I didn't marry you to be a maid who cooks for me all the time- she said.

Sasha squinted; observing her -You're quite sweet. Have you always treated Marcy this sweet before?-

-I'm always being sweet to the people I care about. It's normal-

-Can I ask you something? I'm sorry if this time my question is a bit sensitive for you- Sasha asked.

-Go ahead-

-What made you love Marcy so much? I mean, why are you so in love with her? I'm a little wonder how Marcy could melt your heart-

There was silence for a moment. Anne smiled sweetly, glancing briefly at Sasha; her wife, before looking back at the front.

-We were involved in something, She is a very lovely woman. My instincts drove me to love and protect her. She never raised her voice or shouted in front of me. When I hurt her, she cried, and when she hurt me, she cried too,- Anne explained.

Sasha observed her wife's beautiful face from the side -I didn't know there was such a sweet woman. She must be very sweet,- she said

The brunette just nodded. She agreed with that. -I'm out of words to describe her. She's—

—perfect- Sasha interrupted, finishing her sentence.

Anne turned, meeting Sasha’s calm gaze. -Don’t talk about her.-

The blonde nodded. But in her mind, she still had many questions she wanted to ask Anne

-Was your relationship very intimate with her?-

Should Anne answer that?

-We were together for three years. That should explain everything- Anne replied; not spontaneously.

Sasha nodded again. -You guys are giving and receiving from each other. That's awesome. You two are lucky to have each other and break down the walls of your barriers-

-Don't talk about her-

-You gave your whole heart and love to her, and she did the same. Both of you—

-Don't talk about her, Mrs Boonchuy-

-That's right. Don't talk about her, it will only hurt you. I'm sorry- Sasha said spontaneously. She apologised and then checked her phone.

-It's not me who's hurt. It's you,- Anne spoke as she stopped the car in the parking lot.

-Me? Why me?!?-

-The more you talk about her, the more uncomfortable you’ll feel. The fact is, you’re now my wife, so understand that. It’s nonsense to say you’re completely fine when we talk about a woman who died long ago- the brunette explained quickly.

-Are you mad? Are you mad that I asked you about Marcy so that it makes you nostalgic about her?!- Sasha's eyes widened slightly as she asked in a rather high tone -I've apologised, okay?!-

Both of them fell silent. It was still morning, and yet they ended up arguing again.

-Don't get mad. I wasn't even mad when I found out that the wedding dress I wore to our wedding two weeks ago was the same dress Marcy was supposed to wear-

There was silence as Anne froze. It was as if her spinning world had suddenly stopped, her brain unable to process what had just happened. What is this? Why was she suddenly shaking? Why was she suddenly sweating?

-I wasn't mad when I found out that the dress you prepared for Marcy eight years ago was the one I ended up wearing on our wedding day two weeks ago. You made me wear the dress you kept for Marcy. For Marcy. Not for me-

There Anne remained silent as Sasha gave her a disappointed look.

-You never married me; you married Marcy's heart and eyes that live in me. No matter how long, there will only be Marcy in your heart and life. But it's okay, I agreed to marry you because I want to have a family. And I think it's fair-

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No matter what happens, Sasha will always be Sasha. In fighting for the right to win, she would always be professional. Even though she had to bet with her own wife.

As for Anne; she kept silent. Starting from her argument with Sasha in the car this morning, until this afternoon they met again as rivals in the fight for the tender, she calmly looked at Sasha; her wife in front of her.

Sasha wasn't angry with her, but her silence put Anne in an odd mood. It was the blonde woman's silence that made Anne's heart feel more anxious than when Sasha was angry.

Now her wife started the same way. She made an offer to the owner of the tender -how much do you want Mrs. Croakers?-

At the round table in the glass—walled room there seemed to be nothing of interest but Sasha's beautiful face. Anne sat with her shoulders back just to observe Sasha alone. She did not want to look away for a moment, or even win the tender again.

Mrs Croakers felt awkward. Who wouldn't know that these two were married? She hesitated whether to side with Sasha or Anne. 

-Well, Mrs. Waybright...- Mrs. Croakers tried to explain. -Your wife has been eyeing our tender for the past year. She even—

-Hand it to her.- the brunette woman interrupted Mrs Croakers.

Automatically everyone's attention was drawn to Anne with surprise, including Sasha until their eyes met. There, Percy and Braddock nudged each other underneath while Gus and Hunter glanced at each other then they exchanged smiles.

Sasha narrowed her eyes and frowned as she lifted her chin. -Stay professional Mrs. Boonchuy. You're still my rival here,- Sasha said sternly to her wife.

-I don't want to take any risks- said the Thai woman. -Mrs. Croakers,- Anne looked at the old woman as she called out to her.

-Hand over the tender to her, my wife would always win- Anne continued. She stood up to straighten her formal suit. Saying goodbye to Mrs. Croakers, she left with her two secretaries.

As Anne passed Sasha, the blonde woman gave her wife a quick glance and then looked straight back at her. Her veins stood out as Sasha's jaw tightened, she hated winning at the mercy of others. She wanted a hard—Fought victory, not this kind.

Everyone there was surprised when Sasha's hand suddenly hit the table with such strength -Mrs. Boonchuy,- Sasha said then.

Suddenly, Anne's steps paused. She didn't turn around. The action of her wife hitting the table gave her goosebumps, and now Anne only looked to the side to wait for what Sasha was going to say. It looked like they were going to have another argument.

Sure enough. Sasha walked over to Anne and stood in front of her with her arms crossed. They observed each other.

-go back to your seat-

-This is over, Mrs. Waybright. You're—

-Boonchuy—! I told you to go back to your seat and fight for your victories. If you lose, at least you fought. I don't want to accept this kind of mercy victory- Sasha said firmly.

Anne smiled as she relaxed her tie. -I may win here, but back home, you'll be creating nuclear wars every day because of your defeat. Just accept your winnings and don't start a fight, Mrs. Waybright- Anne explained in her softest voice.

Once again, Gus and Hunter, along with Percy and Braddock, couldn't help but hold back a smile. How adorable their boss was. Anne seemed to know that Sasha would continue to rage over her defeat.

Fiercely the new couple looked at each other. After two weeks of living together, Sasha admits that she's starting to get overwhelmed with Anne who has become mature, even more mature than her. The brunette began to take everything Sasha said at face value without wanting to prolong the argument.

If Sasha said she was wrong, then she was wrong. If Sasha said she was stupid, then she agreed. Here Anne tried not to complicate the relationship of both of them who had just been united in marriage vows. and both of them really had to be made aware of what a relationship and commitment meant.

-I don't like the way you're doing this- Sasha disagreed.

-And I don't want to risk putting up with your endless nagging at home, darling... Please understand-

-I wanna talk to you, mom-

In front of the vanity mirror, Eve stopped combing her hair when she heard Anne's deep voice. Through the reflection of the mirror she caught Anne's posture; it was her eldest daughter who entered her room with an expression Eve had already guessed. 

Eve didn't respond; she knew exactly what Anne wanted to talk about.

-Why did you tell Sasha that the wedding dress she was wearing was the one I had prepared for Marcy?-

Eve stood up from her chair. With great dignity she faced Anne... 

-You can't hide anything from your wife. Even the smallest things,- Eve insisted.

-It's better to tell her early on when she doesn't really love you yet. What were you thinking anyway? If you married her because Marcy's heart and eyes were set on her, then please let her go as soon as possible,- said Eve who was now more assertive as she looked at Anne more sharply.

-Don't you see? She's happy because she has a family. You lured her with the warmth of familial love, and now a woman as worthy as her is willing to humble herself and marry you. You realise, there won't be a single person on this earth who will reject her. She can, she can afford a woman who is even— For a moment Eve gave a spontaneous pause in her sentence

—much better than you,- Eve added afterwards.

-What will she get from you? Love and affection? You're still not even able to erase Marcy's image from that idiot head of yours. You just want to have Marcy's heart as well as her eyes.- Eve emphasised. She spoke firmly.

-And that's just the wedding dress. She doesn't even know that you and Marcy were close to having a child, but Marcy's immune system and fragile physique caused her to have an accidental miscarriage when she was three months pregnant,- Eve said, leaving Anne speechless. 

-Would you like to know what I think?- Eve's cynical and furious smile came out. She looked at her eldest daughter as if she was looking at the most useless, most horrible person ever to exist on this earth.

-You don't deserve to be with her, with a woman as wonderful and pure as she is. No wonder Sasha doesn't want you to touch her, even if you don't want to. You're too dirty, Anne. You were wicked to marry her just because you didn't want to lose Marcy's heart and eyes. Know that it's cruel. You' really are cruel-

Now Anne looked down, her hands shaking at the thought of the worst-case scenario -I... I love her- Anne whispered in a low voice that was barely audible.

-Don't say that to me, if you really love Sasha, then say it in front of her- concluded Eve, who left her daughter in the room sooner.

The brunette woman was speechless. Her mind floated around imagining Sasha's face, as well as how she would react if she knew everything.

Just as Anne was about to return to her room and Sasha was on the second floor, midway up the stairs Sasha appeared. She was busy talking on the phone, carrying her pretty bag in her left hand and passed Anne without saying a word. Leaving Anne speechless in the middle of the stairs. Her body turned to look at Sasha who was walking away quickly like she was in a hurry.

-It's already late- Anne threw out. 

-I'll be home tomorrow- Sasha replied in a way that put away her mobile phone and then said while giving a sign with her hand gestures.

She drove off in her Mercedes Maybach and left the grand mansion at 10pm.

As Anne resumed her steps and arrived at her room with Sasha, the woman squinted slightly to find her old MacBook on the table. The MacBook from ten years ago, when Marcy was even alive...

It looked like it had just been used so it wasn't fully closed. Also, the desk drawer below was open and not fully closed.

Of course Anne felt suspicious and approached the object to check what was inside the MacBook. Suddenly Anne's heart felt tight like being pierced when she saw a video; it was a video of her with Marcy that was paused—flashed on the screen and had just been watched.

It's not a freaky video. It was just a video that Marcy had recorded when she was about to welcoming Anne after two weeks of not seeing each other and missing each other.

In the video Marcy laughed as Anne flanked her cheek and immediately showered it with kisses that turned into a very long kiss on the lips. They hug, sing together and soon Anne takes her lover by the shoulders, leading Marcy into the room while Marcy's phone is still recording.

One could faintly hear Marcy's voice laughing, sometimes squealing, then moaning. Leaving the MacBook behind, Anne pulled out the desk drawer below and her gaze turned even fainter.

The desk drawer was full of pictures of Anne and Marcy, of them at the bar, having dinner together, picnicking on the beach, and everywhere else they went on holiday. The pictures of them at the Cafe, when Anne accompanied Marcy at the hospital, and all the other sweet moments... It's all there

'Sasha... Have you seen all this?' Anne wondered.

She then walked to the one room in her bedroom, the room that had been Sasha's room and they had never slept together. It wasn't Anne's will that they split up, she had tried to force Sasha to sleep with her but it was all in vain.

Anne opened the door to the room and was instantly speechless when she saw their wedding photo that Sasha had hung on the wall near the bed.

It was in a large frame. In the photo, Sasha is holding Anne's arm and they are smiling together awkwardly and nervously. Right next to their picture was a picture of the dashing and authoritative Grime Waybright.

-Where are you?- Anne asked. She called Sasha who picked up immediately.

"I'm at the mansion. Some of my clients will be visiting and staying here. If my business is done I'll be right back, sorry."

-Tell me you didn't see it.-

"I did. And I'm sorry."

Anne's chest ached with palpitations. There was a feeling of panic and also worry that Sasha would ask for a divorce, even though they hadn't even been married for a month. Here Anne also thought about Grime's feelings. She didn't want to divorce either, did she not want to divorce? Anne actually loves Sasha, but is the feeling of 'love' really sincere? If it is, why is it so difficult to express it in simple words? 

-I'll catch up with you, I have a lot to talk about-

"We'll talk later, okay?! I'm really busy, please understand."

-I'll be there.-

-Where is Madam?-

-Madam? F-forgive us. Mrs. Boonchuy is not here. Her last time was two days ago, she only came here to pick up her favourite dog.-

Anne was silent for a moment and then flinched. Sasha didn't come back to her mansion... So where is that woman?

Anne was suddenly upset. She tried calling Sasha's phone number repeatedly but never got an answer, now she was annoyed because Sasha's number was not active when she tried to call. Once Anne tried to contact Percy and Braddock to ask, they had no idea where the blonde woman was either. They really didn't know.

Sasha, on the other hand, was in a luxurious VVIP hotel room with her eyes focused on the television screen. Watching Narnia movies as well as enjoying a cup of hot chocolate. Occasionally she checked her email on the iPad next to her.

-What is this feeling?- Sasha chuckled. There was an uncomfortable feeling in her chest, really uncomfortable and it made her quite nervous. -It can't be that I'm being made jealous by that stupid woman-

As she watched but her brain chose to remember the sweet video of Anne and Marcy, as well as remembering that the dress she wore that day was Marcy's wedding dress, as well as remembering all the pictures of Marcy with Anne that Anne still kept on the table in the room, the feeling of discomfort became even more intense.

When Sasha remembers that five days ago Anne accidentally called her by Marcy's name, Sasha feels even worse now. Yes, she is jealous; she admits it. Sasha realises that Anne just wants to have Marcy's heart and eyes on her,—the thought makes her chuckle.

-It's actually fair. She wants Marcy's heart and eyes, and in return I get a complete family that loves me- monologued Sasha to herself.

She stared straight at the flickering television screen, but her eyes were blank and shaded.

-I don't understand,- Sasha muttered to herself. She didn't understand what she was feeling right now. She pondered and tried to understand the feelings that were so tight in her chest, she knew she was jealous... But is there something else that makes Sasha so upset? Yes, there is. -No... No way-

-No way am I starting to fall in love with that jerk- She was afraid that she had started to accept Anne in her heart.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door of her hotel room from outside which brought Sasha out of her thoughts. She scowled, quickly left the bed and opened the door with a small scowl.

-Mrs, I'm sorry, your wife wants to see you.-

A hotel staff, he spoke politely as well as respectfully to the blonde woman; Sasha. 

-Please tell her if I've slept—

-I'm here.-

At the sound of Anne's voice interrupting her sentence— Sasha glowered there. The brunette woman suddenly pushed the door and entered it, immediately closing it from the inside.

Sasha clucked -Ck! How did you know I was here?- she said. Her tone was casual, like nothing had happened even though an edge of tension was building up in her chest.

-I know your licence plate well, Sasha- Anne replied quietly. She stood there looking at Sasha questioningly.

-Just talk and get lost. I want to be alone here.-

-Come home with me. Mum and Dad will be mad if you don't come home with me- Anne said quietly

Silence. Only the sound of the television could be heard.

Anne gathered the courage to take a step forward. -Why are you so desperate to find out? Now you're the one who feels the pain-

'And why are you still keeping all that?!? When you know that you have a wife now.'

-Huh? Pain? What nonsense are you talking about now? I'm perfectly fine- Sasha replied sarcastically.

-Then why did you choose to sleep in a hotel instead of at home?- Anne continued to ask. She looked as closely as she could at Sasha's face without even blinking.

The blonde woman let out a long sigh—rolled her eyes and then she chuckled. -What's the problem? I have money. And can't I stay at a hotel!? I'm just bored at home.-

-You wouldn't be staying here if you hadn't been flicking through my MacBook and drawers. You're the one who created the sense of unease in your heart right now, I know it.-

-You know it? Wow, that's awesome.- Sasha laughed softly, but the brunette knew that it was a sarcasm directed at her. Anne's gaze did not leave her, as if forcing the woman to tell the truth.

-Are you done? Is there anything else you want to talk about? If not, then get lost- asked Sasha trying to be casual.

She then picked up her phone and switched it on, trying to call Percy which was thwarted by Anne's lightning fast hand grabbing the blonde woman's phone. Anne grabbed it, she held it and gripped it firmly.

-Hey, that's my phone. Give it back, I'll call Percy to keep me company here.- Sasha fiddled with her fingers, demanding her phone back.

Anne made no sound. The discomfort and tightness in Sasha's heart right now; it really reached Anne's heart. Anne, who had been desperate to endure the tightness and discomfort in her chest, now let out a long sigh.

Sasha could have been mad, but the woman felt there was no need.

-Percy huh? Percy or who?-

-Are you nuts? Don't start. I'm not a flirty woman like you!- Sasha's voice trembled, the crackling tension between them thickening with every word.

Anne's gaze sharpened, her eyes narrowing. She took a step closer, close enough that Sasha could feel the heat radiating from her. -Oh, I'm indeed a flirty woman, so what, huh?- Her voice was like a taunt, rising just enough to push Sasha's buttons, her lips curling into a smirk that Sasha knew too well. Anne's expression dared her, challenging, almost begging Sasha to lose control.

Sasha's hands clenched, her breath quickening. -Don't start—FUCK!-

Before Sasha could react, Anne gave her a forceful shove, sending her sprawling backward onto the bed. That single touch ignited something wild within her, something she couldn't tame. Her heart thundered as she scrambled back to her feet, fury turning her vision red. Without thinking, she threw herself at Anne, fist colliding with Anne's chest with a force that sent shock waves up Sasha's arm.

Anne's body jolted with the impact, a wince escaping her lips. But even as the pain twisted through her, she didn't falter, her eyes steady, absorbing Sasha's rage with a satisfaction. Sasha swung again, this time slamming a punch into Anne's jaw, hard enough to send her reeling. Anne staggered but remained standing, her fingers grazing the spot where Sasha's knuckles had split her lip.

-You're enjoying this?- The blonde spat, her fists still raised. She landed another blow, and then another, each punch fueled by the frustration twisting inside her. Her breath came out in harsh, ragged gasps, her face flushed, every fiber of her being pouring into each hit.

Anne's jaw throbbed, her cheek already swelling. She chuckled through the pain, wiping the blood from her lips with the back of her hand. Her laugh was rough, dark, tinged with both defiance and something else something that only provoked Sasha further. She purposely made her wife violently angry like this; that way, Sasha's pain and discomfort feelings would disappear. -Go ahead. Hit me again if that's what you want- Her voice was a low growl, her eyes locked onto Sasha's, daring her, drinking in her fury.

-If that's what makes you happy, then hit me again-

Sasha let out a frustrated scoff. She snatched her bag and her iPad, desperate to escape, to put distance between herself and this maddening woman. But the brunette's hand shot out, her grip like iron around Sasha's wrist. Before Sasha could pull free, Anne was hit with another raw punch, this time square in the nose, making her head snap back. Blood trickled from her nostrils, the metallic taste filling her mouth as her grip on Sasha tightened.

Sasha's fists pounded again and again, her muscles straining, her face twisted in anger, her breaths ragged and uneven. Anne's chuckles mingled with her groans of pain, her own breaths labored, yet she refused to let Sasha go. The harder Sasha hit, the stronger Anne's grip became, as if she found a strange pleasure in the physical exchange, a twisted satisfaction in the clash.

And then, with a swift, bold move, Anne's arm wrapped around Sasha's waist, pulling her close until their bodies were pressed together. They stood there, chests heaving, faces inches apart, the intensity between them shifting, pulsing with an almost electric energy.

-What's wrong, Sash??- The Thai woman murmured, a mocking tilt to her voice, her bloody lips curling into a smile. -Jealous, huh?-

The blonde's eyes widened, her breath hitching as she tried to wrestle her wrist free, but Anne's grip was relentless, unbreakable. Sasha struggled, twisting her arms, but Anne held her so firmly that escape was impossible; her strength was overpowering.

-Why are you so mad? I only pushed you once onto the bed, and you hit me as if I'd committed some unforgivable sin. Tell me, why?-

-Fuck you!- Sasha spat, her voice seething with defiance.

-Your chest feels tight, doesn't it?- Anne asked, leaning closer, her tone darkly teasing.

-Fuck you!-

-Is your heart racing, heating you up inside?-

-Fuck you!-

-Are you... jealous?-

-Fuck—

Before Sasha could even finish, Anne's mouth covered hers, silencing her words with a kiss so fierce it stole the breath right out of her lungs. Anne's lips pressed hard, unyielding, capturing Sasha in a brutal, unrelenting embrace. Sasha's mind spun, her body stiffening as the kiss deepened, raw and consuming. She tried to resist, to pull away, but Anne's hands held her firmly in place, leaving her completely at Anne's mercy.

The kiss grew deeper, hungrier, with Anne's mouth demanding, taking all Sasha could give—and more. Sasha's breath hitched as Anne's lips moved against hers, claiming her with an intensity that left her weak, her strength fading as her heart hammered in her chest. Her hands trembled, barely able to keep themselves from clutching onto Anne for support, even though every nerve in her body screamed for her to fight back.

Anne finally pulled back for a moment, just long enough for Sasha to gasp for air, her chest heaving. But before Sasha could fully recover, Anne's lips found hers again, her kiss more intense, more possessive. Sasha's head spun, her knees feeling weak, her body betraying her, sinking under the force of Anne's kiss. Her heartbeat was a wild drum, the need for air mingling with something else she couldn't name—something fierce, something overwhelming.

Anne's breathing was heavy against Sasha's lips, every brush of her mouth sending Sasha spiraling. Desperate for freedom, Sasha managed to wrench her lips away, gasping as she pulled back, leaving a lingering, breathless sound in the air.

-Arghh.... haah... haaahh!- 

Sasha clutched the edge of the table beside her, her face flushed, her body trembling from the intensity. Her lips felt swollen, her breaths shallow, every inch of her still reeling from Anne's kiss.

-Why did you kiss me like that?- she demanded, her voice cracking with frustration, cheeks burning. -you... you're insufferable!-

Anne didn't say a word at first. Instead, she lifted her hand, pointing to the wedding ring shining on her finger—and then to the matching ring on Sasha's. The meaning was unmistakable, a silent reminder of the vow they'd made, binding them together no matter what. Don't forget, they are lawful in the sight of the world, law, and God.

-Because you're my wife, Mrs. Boonchuy...-

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BARBEQUE TIME... 

Since becoming a daughter-in-law in this family, Sasha has finally understood what family time truly feels like. This is her third weekend enjoying barbecue time with her new family.

Adam and Anne are at the grill, flipping the meat; Eve is tossing a salad; Polly is strumming her guitar, and Sasha is setting the table they’ll use for the meal.

In the cool morning air, on the side lawn with its fresh green grass, this is where the family always gathers for barbecue time.

It’s been five days since Sasha and Anne last spoke meaningfully to each other, ever since that night at the hotel. Back then, Sasha had insisted that Anne never touch her again—a request Anne, her wife, agreed to. Both of them were certain that nothing would ever happen between them.

But this Sunday morning, Anne seems distracted at the grill. She’s restless, casting brief glances at Sasha whenever she thinks no one’s watching.

She doesn’t know exactly what Sasha has figured out, but it’s clear that the blonde has gone quiet. They haven’t argued in five days. Conversations are brief, and Sasha even declined Anne’s offer to drive her to office. 

-Go talk to her, look her in the eyes, and tell her you love her. Be a real partner—don’t just sneak glances. If you like her, say it; if you love her, fight for it- Adam suddenly mutters to his daughter.

Anne rolls her eyes, brushing off her father’s advice as she flips another burger. -What?? I don’t—

Adam pauses, hands on his hips, gripping his tongs as he raises an eyebrow. He gives Anne a disappointed, almost scolding look.

-Do You think I’m blind and don’t see it?- he says in a hushed voice to keeping his tone low so Sasha won’t overhear. -Listen, I know you’ve been interested in her ever since she beat you out for that tender four years ago.-

Adam lowers his voice even further. -At first, sure, you hated her because she had both Marcy’s eyes and heart. But when she completely outmaneuvered you back then, that’s when you started to see her differently. And if you deny it, I’ll shout to the whole world that you’re in love with her-

Anne’s jaw tightens. She glances at her father, then goes back to flipping the burgers, muttering, -Fine, it’s true. but I don’t—

-Oh my God! Are you okay!?-

Eve and Polly rush over to Sasha.

Sasha slipped on the damp grass, landing hard on the ground with a loud yelp. The tray she was carrying, filled with glasses, crashed down beside her. Thankfully, none of them broke or injured her.

Adam smirked, amused by the sight of Anne clearly wanting to rush over to check on her blonde wife, only to stop herself, her pride standing as tall as the sky.

-Hey, jerk! Get over here and help your wife. Her ankle’s bruised, for heaven’s sake!- Polly shouted, irritated by her sister’s stubborn reluctance to act.

-It’s okay, Polly. I don’t need her help—I can manage on my own,- Sasha quickly assured, trying to stand. She accepted Polly and Eve’s hands, leaning on them as she hobbled carefully over to the table.

-If you were Marcy, she would’ve come running, hugging you with dramatic tears and all. Ugh!- Polly grumbled as she helped Sasha sit down and then went back to strumming her guitar.

-Oh? Marcy’s been here before?- Sasha asked softly.

-Yeah,- Polly replied, frowning. -I never liked her. She was too weak and needy. Lucky she’s gone, or she might’ve ended up marrying Anne. I actually resented Anne for bringing someone like that into our family—way below our standards.-

-You shouldn’t say that. Marcy—

—gave both her eyes and heart to you? Yeah, I know- Polly cut her off, flashing a knowing smile at her sister-in-law.

The German woman held back her pain as she gingerly touched her bruised ankle. Her gaze settled on Anne, who was busy grilling, acting as if Sasha wasn’t even there—as if she didn’t belong in the family at all.

‘Isn’t it funny?’ Sasha thought to herself. ‘The person who brought me into this family is the one who acts like I don’t belong, as if I don’t even matter to her.’

-Mom, I’m going upstairs to change. I need to get out of these clothes,- Sasha said, Eve nodded; reminding her to be careful.

After Sasha left, Eve shook her head, unable to believe Anne’s behavior. The Boonchuy's lines was just too heartless.

-You’re being cruel, Anne. When Marcy slipped in the kitchen, you ran from your room like a maniac. But when your own wife falls, and you just stand there, not even a word of concern. What do you want, exactly?- Eve’s tone was edged with frustration.

She had been upset with Anne from the start, knowing that she married Sasha not out of love but for the sake of possessing Marcy’s eyes and heart within her.

It was one thing to be cunning, but why did Anne have to dangle the promise of family happiness in front of her? Sasha, who had never experienced such warmth, must have dreamed of it desperately. Especially now, with Grime—her greatest love—gone.

The news of Grime’s death had made Eve deeply protective of Sasha; she didn’t want to see her hurt.

-So, what do you want me to do?- Anne replied coolly... 

-What to do? What to do huh!? YOU’RE ASKING ME WHAT TO DO?!?- Polly sprang to her feet, glaring daggers at her sister, her fury boiling over. She could barely restrain herself from tearing Anne apart right then and there.

-Do you know how many nights I’ve seen her crying alone on the balcony on the third floor? Where’s your fucking heart as her wife?- Polly’s voice was sharp and filled with anger. -You married her—she’s your wife. Yet, you keep every memory of Marcy in your room, not a single thing removed even to this day-

Polly threw her guitar to the ground, her glare growing more intense with every word aimed at her sister’s indifferent face. -It hurts me to see her like that. Can you imagine how she feels? Her father’s gone, and you bind her in a marriage that’s a complete sham!-

-You trapped a woman as broken as she is—where’s your head in all of this? I could accept it when she still had Grime as her rock, but not now. Not when she cries alone on the balcony, watching videos of her memories with Grime on her phone.-

Eve had never seen Polly this emotional with Anne before. Adam, too, was shocked to see Polly’s tears streaming as she stood up for Sasha.

Polly’s eyes were red, swollen. She wiped away her tears and stormed off, unable to bear the thought of being in Sasha’s place, having lost her only pillar of strength, her beloved father. Polly admitted she couldn’t imagine bearing that kind of pain.

Just from watching Sasha cry, That young girl herself had broken down. She had seen Sasha watch every cherished video with her father on repeat, sobbing into her hands as if muffling her own grief-filled screams.

Anne stood silent, her gaze fixed on the grass, her fists clenched tight.

-Treat her well. Dad asked for that- Adam said softly, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder, hoping to break through the shadows of her past.

-You should never have married her if all you wanted were Marcy’s heart and eyes within her- Eve said quietly before turning and walking away to catch up with Polly.

-I need to talk.-

Without a knock, Anne swung the bedroom door open, stepping into Sasha’s private space without a warning. Sasha, startled for a moment, was caught mid-change with her back turned, wearing only her bra and underwear as she searched through the closet for clothes.

-Speak- Sasha muttered after a moment of tense silence, dressing quickly before turning to face Anne; her shitty wife.

Anne’s gaze was cold, filled with a sneer that seemed to hold poison within her words. -Could you stop trying so hard to show off in front of my parents and my sister?-

-Show off??- Sasha furrowed her brows, watching as Anne took a step closer, sarcasm flashing in her eyes and a bitter smile tugging at her lips.

-What kind of spell did you cast on them that makes them love you so much and hate Marcy?- Anne continued, her tone icy.

-I never asked them to love me or hate Marcy- Sasha shot back.

-Oh, you did. And you should be thankful—Marcy gave you her eyes and heart.-

Sasha flinched, her expression darkening. She couldn’t stand being blamed for something that wasn’t her fault. 

-Let me be clear, you will never replace Marcy in my heart or in my life. You never could.-

-And don’t ever compare me to her, Mrs. Boonchuy. Don’t, not even once- Sasha snapped, her voice sharp and furious.

Anne laughed bitterly, her jaw clenched. -Of course. You two are nothing alike-

-Then why did you marry me? Was it just to get her eyes and her heart?- Sasha stepped forward, nearly pressing against her. -Even if all her organs are in my body, we’re still two different people. Did you hope I’d become like her? Is that what you want?!- Sasha’s voice rose, her eyes blazing with anger as she shoved Anne’s chest with force.

Anne’s gaze hardened, her eyes icy yet smoldering. -Don’t ever raise your voice at me,- she snarled, her hands trembling as she restrained herself from striking Sasha right then and there.

-How can I not raised my voice?!? You think I’m just going to stay quiet?? You compare me to a woman long dead, rotting in her grave. You married me just because I carry a part of her inside me.- Sasha yelled, taking another step forward and pushing Anne harder, forcing her back.

Anne’s laugh was sharp, but there was a flicker of pain in her eyes. -So what? Did you think I’d love you?-

She moved closer, now mere inches apart, both breathing heavily in a charged silence. -Yes, I only wanted Marcy’s eyes. Yes, I only wanted Marcy’s heart. That’s right- Anne continued, her voice a cold chuckle that barely held back her anger.

Her breathing grew heavier. She turned away, closing her eyes, trying to quell her rage.

-Divorce me. Having a family is fulfilling, but alone, I am at peace.-

Sasha staggered past Anne, wincing in pain.

-I won’t. Not ever—

-DIVORCE ME!!-

-I SAID NO!-

The Thai woman bellowed back, seizing Sasha’s hand harshly. She yanked Sasha’s arm so forcefully that she lost her balance, crashing down onto the floor with a harsh thud.

Sasha gasped, her body slamming to the ground; forced into a humiliating kneeling position at Anne’s feet. Her breath hitched, her eyes starting to redden, while the shame of being pulled down only deepened the ache in her heart. She felt small and degraded, forced to bow beneath Anne’s gaze. Tears welled in her eyes as she lifted her face, looking up at Anne with a mixture of hurt and betrayal.

Anne looked down at her, as if only now realizing she’d gone too far. Her heart pounded, and amidst her anger, a feeling of raw pain surfaced unbidden. 

'This… this isn’t right… t-this Isn't right'

Without a word, Sasha struggled to rise, her body trembling. She staggered toward the door, but Anne was quick to grab her arm again, her grip firmer this time.

They wrestled silently, Sasha desperately trying to pull free as tears spilled freely down her cheeks. Her face was wet with grief, yet she fought on, trying to shake Anne’s grasp. Her breath came in gasps, and her lips trembled, barely holding back her sobs.

Anne held her close, staring at Sasha in her desperation, her own chest tight with an unbearable weight. Finally, she pulled Sasha into a tight embrace, holding her limp form as if trying to calm her while her own heart broke. Sasha cried harder, weakly pounding on Anne’s back, spilling all the anguish she’d kept buried.

-I...I-I’m sorry, P-please... I'm sorry- Anne whispered, her voice breaking as her own tears began to fall. She loosened her hold, looking at Sasha’s tear-streaked, wounded face. Tears slipped down Anne’s face as well, her chest aching, as if drowning in a fog of sorrow.

Sasha pulled away, trying to stifle her sobs. -Ph-Phone...My phone… W-where is it? Where's my phone?- she mumbled, her voice hoarse and broken. She staggered to find her phone, her hands shaking as she dialed security.

-Please come get me. My leg hurts, and I can’t drive myself home. Bring a few maids and some guards to gather my things- she said quickly, her voice shaking.

-Sasha I'm sorry!! Sorry, sorry, sorry, pleasee.... Please... Please Sash, please forgive me, I'm sorry...-

After hanging up, Sasha removed her wedding ring, gazing at it briefly before holding it out to Anne. -This… is the ring you should’ve placed on Marcy’s finger. Give it back to her… or to whoever you want.-

-Sash— Anne tried to speak.

-I hope I never have to see you again. I’ll find new donors for my eyes and my heart, and I’ll give you back everything you’ve ever wanted.-

With that, Sasha turned and walked away, leaving Anne standing there, watching her go in silence, guilt and regret gnawing at her heart. She didn’t want to cry anymore, but for heaven's sake, those damned tears kept falling on their own.

-I’ll replace them, and you can preserve them, or place them in the woman you actually want. These are just eyes and a heart… I have plenty of money to buy tons of new ones if I have to.-

Her voice was hoarse as she continued, -I’m sorry if, if for these eight years I lived using parts of your soulmate. I know you loved her more than anything. I’m sorry.-

With trembling hands, she placed the wedding ring on the nearest table, and a strained smile stretched across her face when Adam, with a perplexed expression, appeared at the doorway. The head of the Boonchuy family looked stunned to find out that Sasha had been keeping a room of her own all along.

-Sir, thank you- Sasha said, her voice growing weaker. -Thank you for these past three weeks… for loving me like a daughter. I was blessed to feel the warmth of family, to have a father as wonderful as my own. I hope your daughter never has to feel what I’m feeling right now.- Her voice cracked, and those cursed tears spilled once more.

-What’s going on?- Adam asked in a steady voice, though his gaze shifted between Sasha and Anne. He took in the sight of his daughter, who stood trembling, head down, eyes spilling silent tears.

-We’re getting a divorce- Sasha answered instead. -I’m grateful to have been part of this family, but… I realize I’m more at peace alone.-

Sasha looked directly at Anne, her expression hardened by pain. -All she wants are Marcy’s heart and eyes, the pieces of her soulmate that I’m carrying. I’ll return them to you once I find replacements. They’re just organs, after all. I can’t spend my life trapped with a woman whose world is consumed by a shadow of the past.-

Anne looked at her with such sorrow, a profound gaze filled with a mixture of emotions. Her heart raged as though it were ready to explode—she wanted to shout in Sasha’s face, to scream that, yes, she was selfish and cruel. But how could she when she loved this woman too?

-Oh? It seems they’ve arrived- Sasha said, glancing out of the second-floor window. She watched as the gates of the mansion opened to allow several luxurious cars to pull in.

She turned back to Adam, her voice laced with sadness. -Forgive me, sir. I have to go-

Then she glanced at Anne, her face worn and fatigued, but her words still carried strength. -Don’t worry. We can divorce quietly, so the public won’t know. It’d be embarrassing if such an extravagant marriage barely lasted three weeks- she added with a bitter chuckle, offering Anne a faint, melancholic smile.

Anne, barely able to stand, shook her head slowly, her throat working as if she wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words. Her eyes were wild and hollow, fixed on Sasha, who was preparing to leave both the room and the life they’d started.

-Please… don’t.... Please don't divorce me...- Anne whispered, her voice breaking.

Once Sasha walked out, the silence that filled the room was thick, suffocating. Adam's gaze hardened as he turned to Anne, his face a mix of anger and heartbreak. His fists clenched at his sides, and his voice came out low, almost like a growl.

-What... did you do to her?- he demanded. -What did you do to Sasha that made her want to leave?-

Anne stood there, her emotions a chaotic storm, but she couldn't force out a single word. Guilt, regret, sorrow—all of it roared within her, but her mouth stayed frozen.

-ANSWER ME!!-

Adam shouted, taking a step closer. When she still didn't respond, he finally lost his composure. In a sudden burst of rage, he struck her, the slap ringing through the air, followed by another. And then, with a grip like iron, he seized her by the throat, pressing until she struggled to breathe.

-You had everything,- he hissed, his voice raw with fury. -A family, a woman who would've given you the world, and yet you threw it all away because you couldn't let go of the past! Is it really her you love, or just a ghost you keep chasing??-

Anne's vision blurred, her father's words cutting deeper than any pain. She gasped for breath, her mind swirling with memories of Sasha, moments that were warm and beautiful, yet now felt distant, even hollow.

-Why couldn't you just let her in?- Adam's voice softened, but it was no less accusing. -Why couldn't you give her a chance, even once? Or are you so heartless, so wrapped up in your own bitterness, that you couldn't see what you had right in front of you?-

With one last glare, he released her, and Anne crumpled to her knees, coughing, her throat throbbing as tears spilled down her cheeks. Adam's words lingered, his accusations embedding themselves into her heart. She felt stripped bare, forced to face the truth she'd kept buried.

As she sat there, she realized that Sasha had been the light she'd tried to snuff out. Now that she was gone, all that was left was the darkness of her own making.

-Sash... Does wanting you make me a bad person?...-

Chapter Text

Anne had known darkness, the kind that weighed so heavily it felt as if every breath she took was a burden, a battle just to keep going.

And now, that familiar shadow had crept back into her life since the day Sasha had left their room, vanished without a trace as if swallowed by the universe itself.

The guilt she carried was immense; she couldn’t deny it. She’d promised Sasha warmth, a family, and tied her into a sacred bond of marriage. But in reality, all she’d truly wanted were Marcy’s heart and eyes.

In the last two weeks, Sasha hadn’t been seen anywhere. Usually, there would be photos of her in the tabloids or snaps from her paparazzi, but now… there was nothing. No news about the blonde with German roots—just an eerie silence. No one knew where she was, not even Percy or Braddock. Two weeks had passed since that devastating, emotional fight, and Sasha had simply disappeared without a trace.

Tonight, in front of Sasha's towering mansion gates, Anne and Gus parked her white Mustang, leaning against the car while her eyes fixated on Sasha's room, dark every night for the past two weeks—a hollow testament to her absence.

"We still don’t know Mrs. Boonchuy’s whereabouts. She left no message for any of us" Braddock explained over the phone to Anne.

Each day, Anne would call Braddock or Percy, hoping for a sliver of news that Sasha had somehow, somewhere, reached out to them.

-Alright, thank you, Braddock- Anne replied, ending the call. Once again she tried calling Sasha’s number but it was as useless as it had been since that day—it remained inactive, dead to her reach.

-I’m convinced she’s no longer in Canada- Gus muttered from inside the car.

Anne gave a sad, almost bitter chuckle, feeling the absurdity of the past two weeks rise like a tide in her chest. -Do you see this, Gus? Here I am, playing the part of a desperate fool, chasing after my own wife as if I’m madly in love with her.-

-You do love her, admit it. Marcy’s heart and eyes were just an excuse to bring her into your life. You wanted her from the start.-

Anne, with a restless sigh, finally climbed back into the car, throwing her bag onto the back seat with frustration. She leaned back into the passenger seat, watching as Gus turned on the engine, a weariness settling into her bones.

-I don’t know… Love, or not, I’m not sure anymore. After Marcy’s death, I lost my understanding of what love feels like. All I know is, I need to find Sasha. I want to apologize to her. I can’t sleep; I can’t feel at peace, Gus. She’s all that occupies my mind- she confessed, her voice laced with urgency.

Gus glanced over at her, sensing the turmoil in her words, then focused back on the road, a sympathetic smile forming. -I missed fighting with her, I missed hearing her fury, I missed everything about her-

-you sure you do?-

Anne turned her head, her expression hollow. -I do, Gus. I miss her so much.- The words escaped her lips, quiet yet raw.

Gus smirked slightly, glancing her way with an almost fatherly amusement. 

'This woman…'

-She may not be soft like Marcy was, but she’s your match, Mrs. Boonchuy,- he murmured, casting her a knowing look. Over the past two weeks, Gus and Hunter had played the role of Cupids, hoping to open Anne’s eyes and her heart.

Slumping further into her seat like a lost soul, Anne ran her fingers through her hair, trying to quell the aching in her chest that only seemed to intensify.

-God, Gus. I miss her so damn much,- she whispered.

Her voice softened, the guilt rising to the surface. -The one thing I regret the most…— Anne paused, her voice faltering, —is that day I yelled at her, grabbed her so roughly she fell before me, like she was kneeling… And I saw it. I saw the hurt and humiliation in her eyes, as if I’d torn apart her heart and pride-

'Yet I’d promised her… I swore I’d never hurt her again…'

-And you’ll regret it even more when you realizing that the person you treated that way is your wife, the woman you vowed to protect before God, the one you swore you’d cherish.-

Gus’s words pierced her, causing Anne to glance away, a flash of sorrow flickering across her face. In a fleeting vision, she recalled the day she held Sasha’s hands, uttering those vows on their wedding day, promises now tainted by her own actions.

Before she could sink any further into her memories, her phone rang—a call from Hunter.

-Speak; I don’t have time.- Anne answered, her voice thick and strained.

"I found her. Your wife is in Switzerland… She’s undergone a heart and eye transplant."

Bern, Switzerland

In one of the world’s cleanest, safest, and most beautiful countries, Sasha was hiding. There were moments she wondered why she had to run away just to avoid Anne. Could Anne have impacted her that much, enough to force her into hiding for peace? This certainly wasn’t like her—not the Sasha Elizabeth Waybright she knew. She had never once backed down, and yet here she was realizing that perhaps for the first time, her logic was yielding to her feelings.

The decision to go through with a heart and eye transplant had been the right one, she thought. She refused to live carrying anything from a woman Anne had once loved so deeply.

The day after Sasha left her wife’s home, she flew to Switzerland. That very day, she met a leading Swiss doctor. Within five days, Sasha’s heart and eye transplants were completed.

It had now been nine days since Sasha ceased living with any part of Marcy within her. Now, she had a new heart, a healthy one from a young woman who had tragically died in a single-car accident, and now, a pair of strikingly bright pink eyes.

Yes, money held the reins over everything. Sasha was a woman who could have anything she wanted—except, perhaps, the warmth of familial love or the pure, selfless love of another. No matter how much she owned, she realized that one precious thing would always remain beyond her grasp.

Nine monotonous days. Sasha was confined to her new apartment, which she had purchased on arrival in Switzerland. Rest was all she could do to fully adapt to her new heart and eyes.

A heart and eyes she would now live with freed from Marcy’s shadow. A heart and eyes that would aid her as she rebuilt her success to even greater heights.

-Apologies, Mrs. Croakers… You can hand your tender over to my wife to handle. Something came up—personal matters that make it impossible for me to take it, though I would have liked to,- Sasha said over the phone. Despite her weakened state, her mind was still focused on work.

Even Sasha’s private staff, whom she had brought from her mansion in Toronto, shook their heads in disbelief. They seemed to be seeing Grime Waybright but in female form.

-I’d really love something fresh… Could you make a salad for me?- Sasha requested of her assistant after ending the call with Mrs. Croakers.

Sasha leaned back against the headboard. Around her lay her MacBook, iPad, and stacks of files. Her face was still pale, and under her clothes, her stitches were still raw, not fully healed. Her vision was still unsteady, somewhat blurred, requiring her to wear clear glasses. Her body had also grown thinner, having lost four kilograms in two weeks. she realized that Anne had truly invaded her thoughts, leaving her trapped in a silent torment.

Yet she continued to push on, fighting to survive for herself, and to carry the financial weight of her tens of thousands of employees. She was a real example of a strong woman born from a strong father.

-Ma’am, may I comb your hair?- her assistant asked gently, approaching her.

Sasha nodded, offering a faint, weary smile as she moved her MacBook from her lap to the bed beside her.

-Thank you… for always being here for me- Sasha said quietly as her assistant brushed her hair slowly and with care.

-It’s been years, Ma’am. People may think you’re ruthless or cold, but we’ve been with you since you were young. We know you’re an extraordinary woman- replied the assistant, a woman in her 50s who's familiar with Sasha.

-Oh? Really?- The blonde chuckled softly. -Are you trying to flatter me?-

The two women shared a quiet laugh. Besides her staff and Grime, no one truly knew Sasha’s softer side.

-Stay healthy and live a long life so you can stay by my side. I have no one else—no parents, no family, not even a heart or eyes of my own- Sasha said with a faint chuckle. It seemed that to her; there was nothing valuable left in her life.

As she began to sink into a peaceful quiet, another assistant burst into the room, so panicked that she didn’t even knock, her eyes wide.

-Ma’am… Your wife—

Her voice cut off as Anne Boonchuy appeared in the doorway, followed closely by Hunter and Gus. Silence fell as the brunette woman entered Sasha’s room, an ominous air filling the space and tightening around Sasha like a vice. She held her breath, feeling her chest grow tight. In front of her, Anne stood, staring in silence.

Their eyes met in a wordless, unblinking exchange. And Anne? She seemed frozen there.

-Please, go to the kitchen- Sasha ordered her two assistants who were still in the room, aware they feared something could happen to their mistress.

-Leave us- Anne commanded as well, gesturing for Hunter and Gus to exit.

Now it was just them—just Anne and Sasha, alone.

Sasha forced a faint, sarcastic smile, her face pale and drained. -Hmm? I wonder… Who told you I was here?- she asked quietly, still smiling.

Anne didn’t respond, unable to look away from Sasha’s face and eyes. In a second’s pause, a tear slipped from Anne’s dark, pained eyes.

-Hey…- Anne’s voice was soft, a restrained tenderness spilling out. She sat down on the edge of the bed beside Sasha, steadying herself.

Their faces were close. Gently, Anne reached out, removing the clear glasses Sasha wore. She examined Sasha’s new strikingly pink eyes, studying every detail of her weary face.

-Please don’t. I don’t want to cry. My eyes still feel uncomfortable; please don’t start and make me cry- Sasha murmured, though the edges of her eyes had already reddened.

-Your eyes… They’re beautiful, so beautiful, As beautiful as you are- Anne murmured, her voice rough with emotion.

Sasha fell silent. She looked down, her heart heavy, but Anne gently lifted her chin, bringing their gazes back together.

-I’m sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.... Please, forgive me- Anne’s voice was hoarse with emotion. With tear-streaked cheeks, she reached into her skirt pocket, pulling out a ring. Her trembling hand reached for Sasha’s right hand, slipping it onto her finger once more.

;The same ring... The same wedding ring that still adorned Anne’s finger.

-Enough, Anne... I-I don’t want this anymore- Sasha resisted, clutching her hand into a tight fist, unwilling to wear the ring that bound them together in marriage.

Anne persisted, trying to pry Sasha's hand open, her own chest aching with every breath. Her breathing grew shallow, her eyes redder, her tears gathering but held back by sheer will.

-Sash... Please—

-Anne, please… I don’t want to wear it again. Don’t do this. Please- Sasha’s voice quivered as she clenched her fist tighter. She pulled her hand away, hiding it behind her back.

-I’m still wearing mine. Can’t you see?- Anne lifted her right hand, her voice breaking as her chest tightened further, realizing Sasha’s resolve, her resistance to the symbol of what they once had.

-No, Anne. I don’t want to go back, for God’s sake—

—for God’s sake, please... Don’t do this. Please- Anne whispered, taking Sasha's right hand gently. In a sudden, desperate move, she slipped the ring back onto Sasha’s finger, and tears immediately poured from Sasha’s eyes.

She trembled as she looked down at the ring now back on her finger—a ring that should have been meant for Marcy, not her.

-WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!?- Sasha screamed. Her voice cracked with the weight of heartbreak, feeling trapped and betrayed despite every attempt she’d made, even replacing her own heart and eyes, to rid herself of this pain. Anne still handed her something that was never truly meant for her.

-I'm sorry, I love you...- Anne whispered, her voice thick with despair.

Sasha swatted Anne’s hand away. She screamed for help, but no one came to save her.

-Sasha, Sasha please... Sasha look at me… Sash—

-I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU, ANNE! I HATE YOU! I... I HATE YOU!!- Sasha’s agonizing scream echoed through the room, raw and piercing. Her hands shook as she buried her face in them, her sorrow as vast and consuming as a storm, leaving her feeling as powerless as any ordinary woman, unable to stop the relentless ache that Anne had ignited within her.

For a moment, Anne froze, her own tears streaming down, torn apart by the unrelenting intensity in Sasha's eyes—a gaze that seemed to promise that there would be no forgiveness, no second chances.

-Sash... please…- Her voice was shattered, her hands trembling as she held Sasha's tear-streaked face, pressing their foreheads together. Sasha’s anguished groans filled the silence, each one tearing into Anne like a thousand knives.

The pain Sasha had carried from her childhood, every bit of hurt she'd hidden away, was suddenly surfacing, magnified by Anne’s presence—the one she loved yet feared would destroy her.

-I’m sorry… I’m so sorry… please forgive me…- Anne whispered desperately, her forehead still pressed to Sasha’s, their breaths heavy and mingled, holding onto this closeness like it was the only thing keeping them from drowning.

Sasha clutched Anne's hands as tightly as she could, her shoulders heaving with every sob as memories surfaced—Anne had once promised her happiness, a future she had believed in. How foolish she felt, realizing her heart had overpowered her logic, letting her love for Anne eclipse every warning sign.

Anne's tears mixed with Sasha's as she finally allowed herself to feel the love she had long denied. Even after Sasha no longer had Marcy's heart and eyes on her, her feelings for the blonde woman did not fade. Despite everything, she loves Sasha, sincerely and deeply. It turns out that she really did have her eye on Sasha from all these years ago, it turns out that the feeling of 'love' that she had been trying to deny because she felt that she still loved Marcy was still there. Her past with Marcy haunts her, but now, standing here with Sasha, she can't deny it anymore.

-I love you even before you stole my heart and shattered it. You destroyed it, Anne, when I wanted nothing more than to let myself love you...-

Their sobs filled the room, each cry a confession of the pain they'd both endured. Sasha's breathing turned ragged as she lost herself to the anguish. Anne pulled her into an embrace, whispering apologies between her sobs, her words barely audible, filled with regret and self-reproach, knowing she'd broken the one person who loved her unconditionally.

When Anne pulled back, she clasped Sasha’s trembling hands, her own head lowered, resting her forehead on Sasha’s knuckles, a gesture of surrender and penitence. She pressed a long lingering kiss to Sasha’s hand, her lips soft against the cold metal of the ring.

Sasha shuddered, her shoulders shaking with each painful breath, knowing Anne knew her weaknesses and had exploited every single one, tearing her apart while dangling a false promise of happiness.

-I love you... I love you so much, Sasha… I swear it… I love you…- Anne’s words were soft, carried on a current of vulnerability and shame. For once, her voice was stripped of pride and pretense, raw with sincerity.

For the first time, after years of living in Marcy’s shadow, Anne felt ready to begin a new chapter with Sasha, to embrace a love that had been waiting, quietly yet fiercely, in her heart.

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All eyes were on her. Along Toronto’s main street, a roaring beast of a machine thundered down the road—a car so audacious, it might as well have been a lion roaring its dominance in the wild.

The beast? A Red Ferrari 812 Superfast. Its driver? None other than Sasha Elizabeth Waybright, risen from the ashes of her despair. No longer weighed down by the grief of Grime Waybright’s death or the emotional games of Anne Savisa Boonchuy—her treacherous wife, who still bore the title, for better or worse.

Two months in hiding had healed her body and dulled the edge of her heartbreak. Now, her return to Toronto was nothing short of a spectacle.

The Ferrari sliced through the cityscape, a vivid streak of red, and the sound of its engine turned heads before the car itself came into view.

-Hey, clear the way. Now!-

-Step back! Do not approach Mrs. Boonchuy!-

-Are you deaf? Move back!-

Her bodyguards shouted commands, shielding her from the mob of reporters and photographers clamoring for a shot of the enigmatic president of Waybright Company.

Five towering figures in sharp suits formed a barrier as Sasha stepped out of her car with the grace of a queen descending from her throne. Every move she made was deliberate, her sheer presence stunning the crowd into silence.

She had changed. Gone was the entirely blonde hair, now streaked with soft pink at the ends, tied back into a sleek high ponytail that swayed elegantly as she walked. Her black dress clung to her curves, revealing toned legs with a daring slit, while her shoulders and collarbones gleamed under the light, accentuated by the sharp black blazer draped over them.

A pair of dark sunglasses concealed her piercing eyes, and she carried a leather briefcase in one hand. With her other hand, she handed the case to Braddock, her right-hand man, before adjusting the strap of her designer bag.

Her heels clicked sharply against the pavement, the sound echoing as she strode into the building she had left for nearly three months.

-Everyone is already gathered in the meeting room,- Braddock informed her, quickening his pace to match hers.

Her posture was a portrait of unyielding confidence, shoulders back and head high. She ignored the murmured greetings of her employees, their awe palpable as they scrambled to bow or greet her formally.

-Dismiss them if they don’t like my tardiness. I have no need for useless trash- Sasha said coldly, her tone sharp with the heat of her rekindled fire.

-There are no complaints, ma’am. They’ve all been eagerly awaiting your return- Braddock replied, keeping his voice steady despite the intimidating aura Sasha exuded.

They reached the top floor in silence. Sasha moved with purpose, heels punctuating her every step, until they reached the glass-walled conference room. Inside, powerful figures from major companies, including Anne Savisa Boonchuy, awaited her.

When Sasha pushed the door open, all rose to their feet as though summoned by her mere presence.

-Welcome, Mrs. Boonchuy,,- they greeted in unison, Anne’s voice among them.

Sasha said nothing. She slipped off her blazer and sunglasses, handing them to Percy, who received them with a bow before retreating.

Her gaze swept the room, cutting through the air like a hunter’s blade honed for the kill. Her siren eyes, now glowing with a faint pink hue, locked onto each face with unrelenting intensity, exuding both regality and danger.

-Take your seats.- she finally commanded, pulling out a chair and crossing one long leg over the other as she sat.

Braddock hurried to place a MacBook, iPad, and stacks of documents before her, along with a sleek pen that Sasha twirled between her fingers like a cigarette. Without glancing up, she began skimming through the reports on the screen.

-You see that? She’s wearing her crown again- Hunter muttered under his breath to Anne, who remained silent.

The brunette's eyes stayed fixed on her wife. Despite the months apart, she could still see the sharp changes—her wife’s lips looked fuller, her hips more defined, her overall presence amplified to an almost supernatural allure.

The subtle gleam of a wedding band on Sasha’s finger didn’t escape Anne’s notice.

-This is a boardroom, not a gossip circle. Take your idle chatter outside!- Sasha snapped, her voice slicing through the room.

Hunter stiffened, his shoulders squaring, but when Sasha’s eyes bore into him, he averted his gaze. Her aura left no room for defiance.

When the meeting began, Sasha commanded every moment, her voice firm and unyielding. Anne’s focus, however, drifted. She wasn’t listening to Sasha’s words but instead captivated by the fire in her every gesture.

-Mrs. Boonchuy, what’s your opinion?- Sasha’s voice broke through Anne’s reverie, her tone laced with icy challenge.

Anne’s heart skipped a beat. She adjusted her posture, her cheeks flushing under the weight of every eye in the room.

-I… I agree with you...- Anne stammered, unprepared and slightly disoriented.

-I asked for your input, not your agreement- Sasha retorted, her siren eyes narrowing as a faint, mocking smile tugged at her lips.

Anne hesitated, fumbling for words.

-You’ve always been a brilliant strategist, and your decisions are unmatched. I trust your judgment completely- she finally replied.

A low chuckle escaped Sasha’s lips. She leaned back, resting her hands on the table, her eyes glinting with amusement and disdain. -I always briliant, Anne,- she said softly, her voice like velvet lined with steel. -And...— as always, you remain utterly useless.-

Their lunch unfolded in suffocating silence. Sasha Elizabeth Waybright sat between her assistants, Braddock and Percy, while Anne Savisa Boonchuy was accompanied by Gus and Hunter. They occupied one of the VIP tables at the upscale restaurant, the usual spot Sasha frequented for her midday meals.

Now, how worthless must Anne appear in Sasha's eyes? Like a piece of trash left on the sidewalk? Or worse, something not even deserving a glance?

From the moment they sat down, Sasha deliberately avoided looking at Anne. To her, Anne’s presence was nothing but an inconvenience, a shadow she could easily ignore. Not a single word passed between them, even though they sat directly across from each other.

When Sasha coughed lightly, Anne instinctively reached for a glass of water and offered it to her. But Sasha didn’t even acknowledge the gesture. Her hand remained still, her expression indifferent.

-Would you prefer mineral water?- Hunter interjected smoothly, twisting the cap off a bottle and placing it in front of Sasha. She took it without hesitation, her lips curving into a soft polite smile.

-Thank you, Hunter- The blonde said, her tone light, graced with charm.

Anne’s shoulders slumped imperceptibly. She averted her gaze, the sting of rejection sharp and undeniable. Her plate remained untouched, the appetite she had forced earlier vanishing entirely. Instead, her brown eyes lingered on Sasha, who ate gracefully, occasionally glancing at her phone before resuming her meal.

-I'm finish the meal- Sasha announced abruptly, standing up as her phone buzzed faintly from within her designer handbag.

-I’ll walk you to your car— Anne offered, her voice soft but firm.

-There’s no need,- Sasha replied curtly. -Just finish your lunch-

-there's something I want to talk to you about-

Anne hesitated but followed Sasha outside regardless, her footsteps dragging as if weighed down by unseen chains. When they reached Sasha’s sleek car, Anne hurried to open the door for her.

Instead of gratitude, Sasha slammed the door shut with a jarring thud and reopened it herself. -Don’t bother,- she snapped coldly. -My hands aren’t broken, and I don’t need your pretentious chivalry.-

Anne froze, her hand still on the car’s frame. For a moment, her heart clenched painfully, but she stepped back, swallowing her words.

Inside the car, Anne drove in silence, stealing glances at Sasha’s profile. Her wife’s beauty was as striking as ever, but her disdain radiated like a cold barrier between them.

-Have you altered your appearance?- Anne finally asked, breaking the icy quiet.

-Why do you care?- Sasha shot back, her eyes fixed on her phone. -It’s not your money funding it. Stop wasting your breath; your voice grates on my ears.-

-You’ve changed so much,- Anne murmured, her tone laced with sorrow.

-Of course I have. Do I still look like the love of your life?- Sasha’s voice dripped with sarcasm. Her eyes narrowed as she met Anne’s gaze for the first time. -Ohh, wait—where are her eyes? Her heart? Did you feed them to the dogs?-

-...I— Anne’s words faltered.

Anne tightened her grip on the steering wheel, her throat constricting. Sasha’s words were venomous, each one cutting deeper than the last.

-I don't wanna divorce you- Anne said quietly, her voice trembling but resolute.

Sasha let out a bitter laugh. -Why not? What do you expect from me? I’ll never give you children or let you touch me again in the name of your disgusting excuses for love.-

Anne’s chest tightened. The weight of Sasha’s hatred pressed down on her like an unrelenting storm, suffocating and inescapable.

-Can’t we start over?- Anne pleaded. -I promised to Grime I’d take care of you. I still want to—

-Forget your promise!- Sasha snapped, her voice rising. -I don’t need you. I can take care of myself.-

The brunette pulled the car over, unable to hold back the flood of emotions. Her voice wavered as she turned to Sasha, her eyes glistening. -Sasha, I—

-You what?- Sasha interrupted, her voice cracking with unrestrained anger. -You destroyed my heart when I was willing to let you in. You trampled over me when I chose to believe in you. And now you dare to cling to me?-

Anne lowered her gaze, her vision blurring as tears welled up. Her lips quivered, but no words came.

-How dare you,- Sasha hissed, her voice trembling with fury and heartbreak. -How dare you ask me to stay when you’ve already crushed everything I ever gave you.-

-Is it that much the hate—

-Hurry up and take care of our divorce. I'm sick of wearing this rotten cheap ring on my ring finger. I still wear it to this day because I honour my sacred vows before God,- Sasha interrupted.

-I'm a woman who values promises and commitments. So release me from our bullshit promises so that I can be free from you, and also free from this rotten ring that you should be wearing on your soulmate Marcy's finger who already in the ground- the Blonde added sadistically.

Anne stopped as she parked the car on a quiet street. -You're getting more and more arrogant, Sash...- she said softly; her eyes turned dim.

-That's for sure, I must be getting arrogant. Have you forgotten? When I was ready to change to become a gentle woman, you destroyed me. When I was willing to marry you, you tore my heart out. When I laid down my crown, you trampled me- Sasha said quickly. -Now what right do you have over me, hmm?? Nothing.- she snorted sarcastically. -What will you demand from me?Eyes?! Heart!?- The Blonde woman chuckled.

-You're still my wife...-

-I am. And it's horrible. How could I accept your fucking marriage?!- Sasha said as she polished her lips with lipstick, looking at the front camera on her phone.

-Why are you looking at me?- the blonde said sarcastically. She didn't like when Anne was looking at her like this.

-I don't want a divorce- said the brunette.

-AND WHAT'S YOUR DEAL NOW DUMBASS?!?-

Sasha finally shouted. She snapped at Anne with a spontaneous gesture of smacking her in the face with her bag; Her eyes bulged fiercely.

Suddenly Anne was shocked. She smiled faintly as she handed her wife's bag back carefully.

The blonde woman give the brunette an angry look layered with hate, but Anne returned it with a shade of longing and guilt. Hence, Sasha had become as hard as she was now, even more so than Anne's upbringing.

-How can I divorce you?- Anne began to speak, her voice slow and hoarse.

-How could I divorce the woman I had begun to love so much and had succeeded in displacing Marcy's throne in my heart?-

-How could I divorce you, who for almost three months filled my head every night and made me yearn to be alone?-

-How could I break my promise—

-Yuck!- Sasha spat out the window. She looked back at Anne with an angry glare.

-Then how can I live with a woman like you?!? You broke my heart!—You broke my heart the moment I started trying to give you space. You broke me when I first tried to look at you with love!!- Sasha shouted, her voice thick with pain and distress. A great disappointment swelled inside her.

Anne was at a loss for words. She nodded vaguely, and when she returned Sasha’s glare, her eyes were red and hot. It hurt her to see Sasha like this, and it was because of herself.

—Please... forgive me—

-I won’t forgive you, Ms. Boonchuy. I’ll never forgive you. You are living proof that I should never, ever love anyone. You are the proof, and you are the reason,- Sasha screamed, her voice brimming with fury and overflowing pain.

-It’s not me who is undeserving of love—it’s you! It’s always been you! you're never deserved to be LOVED!!- she shouted again, her eyes blazing with rage.

'OH'

Anne began trembling, tears slipping down her cheeks without permission. She watched Sasha, consumed by anger, her gaze devoid of any softness or affection. All of it was gone—because of her.

-ohh... Sasha...- Anne whispered, gently reaching for her hands, her touch trembling. -This isn’t you. You’re not like this. You—you don’t have to be like this.-

-Don’t touch me! I refuse to be touched by someone as filthy as you!- Sasha snarled with venom, yanking her hands away violently.

She shoved Anne’s head with force, causing her to jerk back. Without a second glance, she stormed out of the car. Anne sat frozen, her mind spiraling into chaos. The shock of Sasha’s rough dismissal left her reeling.

Moments later, a sleek, tinted car pulled up beside Sasha that It had been trailing them all along. Anne snapped out of her daze as she saw Sasha climbing into the vehicle. She leaped out of her car while shouting Sasha's name as the vehicle sped away

-S—sash.... -

-Sasha! SAAAAAASHAAAA!- Anne screamed, her voice desperate and raw.

Sasha’s tears flowed unchecked within the other vehicle, obscuring her makeup as she cast a backward glance through the rearview mirror. She observed the gradual diminution of Anne’s vehicle in the distance before burying her face in her hands.

-I had not previously considered that love could cause such pain,- she wept, her voice faltering. -Does it always feel this excruciating?-

Hunter; who's seated beside her remained silent. He exhaled deeply, glancing at Anne’s car which was still in pursuit. Tightening his grip on the wheel, he accelerated, weaving through traffic to escape.

Meanwhile, Anne experienced a surge of rage and heartbreak. She accelerated her vehicle, focusing intently on catching up to Sasha’s car. Her grip on the steering wheel tightened, and her jaw clenched with such intensity that it caused discomfort. Her sole objective was to retrieve Sasha, regardless of the cost.

When their vehicles finally came into alignment, the brunette abruptly turned the wheel, colliding with Hunter’s vehicle on multiple occasions. The resulting impact prompted Hunter to swiftly regain control.

She was indifferent to the potential consequences of her actions. She was prepared to face death rather than allow Sasha to depart under these circumstances. She desired to embrace her, express her anguish, and vocalize her affection until Sasha comprehended the depth of her feelings.

Gritting her teeth, Anne rammed the car once more. Her veins bulged with exertion, her entire body trembling with the sheer intensity of her emotions. Finally, Hunter veered to the side to avoid a disastrous crash.

-GET OUT, SASHA! GET OUT!- Anne roared, pounding on her window with both fists. Hunter sat frozen in panic, while Sasha’s face twisted with fury.

-ughhh... For God’s sake, Sasha, go deal with your lunatic wife before she destroys my new car!- the blonde man hissed, his eyes darting nervously to Anne’s bloodied fists. The relentless pounding was leaving red smears across the glass.

Sasha wiped her tears and swung open the door with a loud slam. Stepping out, she stood tall, her voice sharp and unwavering.

-WHAT DO YOU WANT, YOU BEAST?!- she bellowed, her fury shaking the air between them.

Anne’s chest heaved with labored breaths. Her bloody hands trembled as she tried to steady herself. Finally, she screamed, her voice cracking with desperation.

-I LOVE YOU, SASHA!!-

Anne’s eyes glistened with tears as she pointed to her chest, thumping it with her fists. -This beast LOVES YOU!-

-This worthless, brainless, pathetic excuse of a woman LOVES YOU!-

-This bastard, this scumbag, this wretched fool LOVES YOU!-

-I LOVE YOU, SASHA ELIZABETH WAYBRIGHT. I LOVE YOU.-

Anne fell silent, her sobs breaking through as she collapsed against the car. She pounded the hood in frustration before cradling her face in her hands, her body wracked with anguish.

Inside the car, Hunter grinned slyly. Outside, Sasha stood paralyzed, her emotions a storm of confusion and pain.

the brunette woman continue to raked her hands through her hair in frustration, pacing erratically. Without warning, she turned back and wrapped Sasha in a trembling embrace.

She clung to her as if letting go would shatter her. Pressing her forehead against Sasha’s shoulder, her body shook with silent cries. Her broad shoulders heaved as she tightened her grip around Sasha’s waist, guiding her hands to rest on her back.

-You’re right, you're right...- Anne whispered hoarsely, her voice breaking. -You’ll always win, Sasha. You’ve won. I’ve lost. I love you... God help me, I love you more than anything.-

Adam, Eve, and Polly furrowed their brows, their eyes glued to the television screen as a celebrity news broadcast aired a particular recording.

The footage, captured by a young woman, had been uploaded to her Instagram story accompanied by a crying emoji and a heart emoji. She had also tagged Sasha and Anne’s accounts, making the post impossible to miss.

It was undeniable. The video clearly featured Sasha and Anne by the roadside earlier that day. Anne’s cries rang loud and clear, her voice breaking as she confessed her feelings. The recording left no doubt; Anne had been crying, clinging to the blonde woman; Sasha— as if her life depended on it, refusing to let her go.

As the three watched the broadcast intently, Anne appeared in the room. Her disheveled and exhausted appearance caught their attention. Instinctively, they turned to glance at her. She met their stares with a blank expression before shifting her gaze to the TV.

-Is.... Is that you?- Adam asked, pointing at the TV screen

-My head got messed up, Don’t talk to me- Anne muttered flatly.

-Tch, got messed up because Sasha wants nothing to do with you anymore huh?- Polly teased, her tone sharp.

-Shut up.- Anne snapped, glaring at her younger sister.

Without waiting for a response, Anne staggered forward, her steps heavy and unsteady. She climbed the stairs like a drunkard, raking her hands through her hair in frustration. Occasionally, she let out strangled shouts, punctuated by guttural groans, and even punched the stair railing.

-I’d call that 'love drunk'- Adam remarked with a smirk, his words dripping with mockery. He laughed loudly and prompting Eve and Polly to join in, their laughter cruel and biting.

Once in her room, Anne collapsed face-down onto the bed. She pounded the pillow repeatedly, memories of earlier tormenting her. Sasha had refused to go home with her, opting instead to be dropped off by Hunter. To make matters worse, they had stopped at a hotel together—what they were doing there for so long, Anne didn’t want to imagine. She had waited outside the building like a madwoman, driven by equal parts hope and fury.

Why him? Why it must be Hunter?

Her mind was spinning. Was this how Hunter knew Sasha was in Switzerland? Had they been secretly in contact all this time?

Anne’s mind raced, replaying snippets of conversations and perceived betrayals.

-What were you doing at the hotel?- asked Anne to Sasha

“Meeting a client,” Sasha had replied coolly.

:Ha! What a fucking nonsense!' Anne seethed as she read her text reply.

-Meeting a client? And you bring my secretary along? What about Percy or Braddock? Why him?-

She typed furiously, venting her frustrations into the keyboard. Lying back on the bed, she tried to calm herself, but the anger burned hotter with every thought. The entire day had been a nightmare. Instead of addressing her heartfelt confession, Sasha had humiliated her—slamming the engagement ring she’d given her into her mouth in front of Hunter on the street.

Anne clenched her fists at the memory. The humiliation hadn’t ended there. She had chased after Sasha to her office, but their confrontation had only escalated. Sasha had thrown documents at her, yelled profanities, and finally ordered the bodyguards to drag her out.

“What right do you have over me? Wait until tomorrow or the day after—I’ll have the divorce papers ready!”

The words had gutted her. And now, her text message hit like a fresh wave of pain.

Anne shouted into the silence, trembling as she dialed Sasha’s number. But Sasha rejected her calls—again and again. She persisted, and Sasha continued to block her out.

“Are you insane? I’m busy. Stop calling me!”

-Busy with what? You’re always ‘busy, busy, busy!’ You said you were at the hotel. What could possibly be so important there?!?- Anne yelled into the receiver, desperation bleeding into her voice.

“You’re out of your mind,” Sasha snapped, cutting the call short.

Three seconds later, Anne called again. Sasha sighed heavily, then shut off her phone entirely, seeking peace from the madness.

Anne sat on the edge of her bed, her chest heaving. Her hands trembled as she scrolled through her contacts and selected Hunter’s number.

“H-Hello?” came the wary response on the other end.

-What the hell were you doing with Sasha at the hotel, you motherfucker?!!?Do you want to die? Do you have any idea what’s been happening between Sasha and I?? And then you go and— Anne’s voice rose with every word, her fury uncontainable.

“Hey, calm down!” Hunter interrupted. “I just dropped her off. That’s it. She was there to meet a client. I left right after—I’m at home now. Didn’t you see me drive away?”

Anne fell silent, her breathing still ragged.

-Good!- she spat before abruptly ending the call.

The room was eerily quiet as Anne tried to regain her composure. She knew she had been overly emotional all day, her feelings a chaotic whirlwind that threatened to consume her.

Minutes passed before the brunette decided to step into the shower, hoping the cold water might douse the fire within her. Standing under the stream, she pressed her forehead against the tiles, her eyes closed tightly.

A bitter laugh escaped her lips, followed by a wry smile. The memory of Sasha shoving the ring into her mouth resurfaced, her scathing insults replaying in Anne’s mind. The blonde had treated her like a fool—child unworthy of respect.

Still, Anne couldn't let it end like this.

-We need to talk- she whispered to herself. -No matter what happens tonight, we need to talk and sort this out-

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The clock struck ten at night. Sasha knew Anne wouldn’t show up just for a cup of latte, that much was certain

It was time to rest. Sasha needed to wake up early to delve deeper into the files and craft her words as perfectly as possible to win over her clients tomorrow

Like any modern human being, Sasha lay in her hotel bed; scrolling through her phone. She opened her social media apps, skimming through the hottest topics being discussed online.

Using her fake Instagram account—no profile picture, set to private—Sasha checked Anne's Instagram who's rarely posted stories and only uploaded one or two pictures a month.

After exiting Anne's profile, Sasha looked at Hunter’s account where he had just uploaded an Instagram story fifteen minutes ago.

-hmm?? Where is this?- Sasha muttered, narrowing her eyes at the sight of Anne in Hunter’s story.

They were in a dimly lit room with loud music playing. Initially, Hunter panned the camera to Gus, who was standing and embracing a shirtless, sexy Latin man holding a drink, both of them moving their bodies to the rhythm of the music.

Next, Hunter captured a sultry woman seated beside him. She seemed tipsy while swaying her head to the beat of the music.

Finally, Hunter recorded Anne. She was sitting alone, chuckling at Gus and the Latin man. Anne wore a tight white shirt that seemed ready to tear around her breast

Anne sat slouched, arms crossed, her shoulder muscles tensed. She noticed Hunter recording her.

"Not tempted to order one like us?" Hunter teased in the video.

Anne didn’t respond. She gave a sweet smile, took a swig from her glass and raised her right hand to display her wedding ring. She kissed the ring as Hunter kept recording.

Unconsciously, a smile formed on Sasha’s face. Anne didn’t shy away from showing her wedding ring, proudly admitting she was married. despite their disastrous argument a few days ago that nearly ended in divorce.

The problem was; Anne’s smile in the video was infuriatingly sweet. Her lips glistened, caught in the glare of the camera’s flash.

-She doesn’t look like a smoker,- Sasha mumbled before her thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell ringing in her hotel room.

When Sasha opened the door, her eyes widened in shock. There stood Anne, tall but slightly tipsy with her smile as sweet as ever.

-Seriously? Just for a latte?-  Sasha blurted, incredulous that Anne had really shown up, wearing the exact outfit she’d just seen in Hunter’s story.

 Anne said, handing her a single red rose. Sasha had everything and could afford anything, but a single rose? That was something Anne knew Sasha wouldn’t buy for herself.

Sasha smirked faintly. -This is the first time I’ve ever received a single rose- she admitted. Her heart was genuinely touched by the simple gesture.

-Cariño... I missed you- Anne confessed. She leaned down and kissed Sasha’s forehead softly. Sasha froze, wide—eyed. Anne’s lips were impossibly gentle, catching her completely off guard.

-Oh!... Come in! Have you had dinner?-  Sasha asked, walking in first, trying to regain her composure as Anne followed, shutting the door behind her. Not just shutting it—locking it(aheemm)

Anne shrugged, watching Sasha nervously activate her MacBook, likely searching for an excuse to stay busy.

-Weren’t you with your two secretaries?- Sasha asked, eyes fixed on the laptop screen.

-They’re still partying with their escorts,- Anne explained, sitting on the edge of the bed. -Before I came here, they dragged me along for drinks and some relaxation-

-Did you also order an escort like they did?-

-For what? I already have a wife, and I’m not looking to die early-

Sasha’s back tensed, her lips twitching as she fought back a laugh.

-I could have had fun with those prostitutes, but afterward, my life would be in danger. If I didn't die instantly, you'd torment me every day, bringing it up until I got so depressed I'd hang myself,- Anne joked, laughing as she spun her dramatic scenario.

Anne's dark humor managed to make Sasha burst into laughter. The brunette woman clearly understood her wife's nature.

-See? She's happy imagining me depressed- Anne added, causing Sasha's shoulders to shake even harder with laughter as she pictured starting daily battles, dredging it up until Anne couldn't take it anymore.

Anne left the bed and approached Sasha, standing behind her while she sat at the desk with her MacBook open.

-Why are you laughing? You're imagining it, aren't you?- Anne teased, leaning down to wrap her arms around Sasha's head. Sasha tilted her head back, only to have Anne plant another kiss on her forehead.

-Ohh Why are you so cute darlin'?-

-Me? Cute?? Oh, come on. Don't try to flatter me with cheap tease like that- Sasha retorted, spinning her chair to face Anne. She had to crane her neck to meet her wife's gaze. Speaking of which, Anne smelled amazing as always, though Sasha noticed a faint trace of alcohol on her breath.

-Wait. Are you drunk?- Sasha asked.

-No.- Anne shook her head. -I only had two glasses. I'm not drunk, just a little dizzy- she explained.

-Then go to sleep. I need to wake up early—

-sleep with you.-

A moment of silence followed. Sasha stood, though she still had to look up to meet Anne's eyes.

-You go ahead and sleep first. I'll join you once I'm tired. It's fine, just take the bed,- Sasha said, gesturing toward it.

But in Anne's slightly hazy gaze, she could see the fear Sasha still carried. She was still scared, even of something as simple as sleeping beside her

Yet Sasha found herself fixated on Anne's clean, naturally pink lips. -You... you don't smoke, do you?- she finally asked, curious since she'd never seen Anne light up.

-No, I'm not a smoker. I'm even trying to cut back on drinking too much. All my workouts would be wasted if I kept indulging- Anne replied, her eyes now locked on Sasha's lips, which looked soft and inviting.

Sasha's gaze shifted, traveling down Anne's upper body. She took in her perfectly sculpted figure and then let her eyes trail lower to her slim waist. Lost in admiration, Sasha quickly snapped her eyes away, embarrassed.

Never before had Sasha felt this way—restless, thrilled, and frightened all at once. Her face flushed as she realized a buried desire within her, one that shamed her.

Anne reached for Sasha's hands, clasping them tightly. She lifted one to her lips and pressed a long, tender kiss against her skin, closing her eyes.

Sasha, unaware, stared at Anne with soft, yearning eyes. She watched as Anne lingered, her lips gentle against her hand. One of her hands instinctively rose, cupping Anne's jaw. When the brunette opened her eyes, their gazes met in the dim light. Anne placed her hand over Sasha's, turning to kiss her palm before closing her eyes again.

-I'm sorry- Anne murmured heavily.

-I'm too tainted for you,-  she added hoarsely. She gripped Sasha's hands tightly, their eyes locking once more.

-I'm sorry because I almost had a child with someone from my past.- A bitter smile formed on Anne's lips.

It would be a lie to say she hadn't imagined something happening between them tonight. They had shared so many emotional battles, so much pain and heartbreak. Now, standing on common ground, it was impossible not to envision intimacy between them.

-I admit I don't enjoy fooling around with prostitutes. But before you, every relationship I had—

-I understand- Sasha interrupted quickly. She didn't need her to explain; she already knew.

-I'm sorry,- Anne said again, her voice heavy with worry. She feared Sasha might never truly accept her for who she was.

They basked in the stillness between them for a while until Sasha felt Anne's grip on her hands tighten, even more firmly than before.

Suddenly, Anne stepped closer. Without a word, they embraced, Anne's arms wrapping around Sasha's back while Sasha held Anne's waist in a tender, intimate hug.

Anne's hand gently cupped Sasha's cheek. As she closed her eyes, savoring her touch, her heart leaped when Anne leaned in and captured her lips in a kiss.

-What should I do...- Anne asked in a hoarse voice, almost a whisper.

She took a deep breath, her slender body slightly curling inward, then stepped forward slowly. Sasha, continuously backing away, felt her heart pounding so hard that she struggled to swallow. Anne cupped her face, her warm fingers pressing against the blonde’s cheeks, then rested their foreheads together, closing her eyes.

-Tell me, Waybright... What should I do?- she whispered demandingly.

Sasha didn't answer, only biting her lip, her trembling hands gripping Anne’s arms tightly. But that only made Anne bolder. In an instant, her lips captured Sasha’s—hot, demanding, full of desire. Sasha gasped, but her body couldn't move, couldn't resist. The kiss deepened, and when Anne’s lips trailed down to her neck, Sasha let out a restrained breath. Anne left red marks there, signs of possession that couldn’t be erased.

Anne pulled her into a tight embrace, and Sasha, though still hesitant, reciprocated just as firmly. They stood in silence, only the sound of their pounding hearts echoing between them—loud, erratic, making their chests tighten with something indescribable.

Slowly, Anne’s fingers trailed down Sasha’s sides, her touch light yet purposeful. One by one, she undid the buttons and zippers, peeling away Sasha’s clothes with deliberate care. The fabric slipped off, falling to the floor, until Sasha stood before her, clad in only her bra and underwear. Sasha swallowed hard, her face flushed, unsure of what to do

Just as Anne leaned in again, ready to continue, Sasha hesitated -Boonchuy wait, I... I don’t know how to do this- she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Anne’s eyes softened as she smiled. -Then let me teach you-

The fact that Sasha can't make love doesn't deter Anne from carrying out her act which makes the blonde woman swear to herself—Sasha's lips part slightly, doubt visible in her eyes. -Oh my, you're getting hard now, pleasee tell me... that it won't make me tear-  she murmured hesitantly.

Anne moved closer again, pressing their bodies together until there was almost no space left. Her warm breath brushed against Sasha’s cheek before she whispered in a low, teasing voice, -I can’t guarantee that...-

Sasha's eyes widened immediately, her panicked expression making Anne chuckle softly.

-I swear Boonchuy, if you try anything, I’ll cut your—

Anne didn’t let her finish her threat. Swiftly, she silenced Sasha’s lips with a kiss that was hotter, bolder. Her tongue slipped in, completely taking control, making Sasha stagger and lose her footing in the whirlwind of emotions that burned even brighter

'Oh God, save me'

And as Anne’s hands began to trail down her back, Sasha knew there was no turning back.

Sasha nearly screamed when Anne pushed her against the wall, stripping away her bra and underwear. The Thai woman—no, the beast—knelt before her.

This was where Sasha’s madness truly began.

-Mhmm, A-Anne... Ahh!!- Sasha’s legs trembled violently. She pressed her hands hard against the wall, her head tilting back with her chest rising every shaky breath.

Anne’s touch sent an unbearable, foreign sensation coursing through Sasha’s body. Her tongue danced wildly, teasing Sasha’s clit, exploring the soaked folds of the blonde’s most sensitive spot. The intensity was beyond anything Sasha had ever felt—so overwhelming that her mind blurred, as if her very soul was about to escape her body.

-Anne... Anne, mhmm...-

-St-stop! Anne, stop, please—Oh my God!- Sasha’s eyes widened when Anne suddenly lifted her onto her shoulder with ease, tossing her onto the bed. The force made Sasha bounce slightly, her breath catching in her throat.

Anne gazed down at her, eyes dark, clouded with undeniable hunger. Hearing Sasha’s desperate plea for her to stop only made her thoughts spiral further into insanity. But what truly shattered her was the sight of her—completely bare, stripped of every last thread of clothing.

And then Sasha's eyes trailed downward—toward Anne’s masculinity... Her breath hitched. The sheer size of it, the veins, the intimidating crown at the tip—it sent chills through her entire body.

‘God… That thing is going to tear me apart…’

-F-fuck—! Anne!- Sasha panted, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She glared at her, eyes wide, blood rushing to her face. And then Anne’s head lowered, positioning between her thighs, aiming for the last fragile piece of her sanity.

Anne felt breathless. She searched for the entrance with her tongue, yet... it was impossibly tight. Almost invisible. The folds of flesh sealed completely shut, as if untouched—pure

Anne froze. She couldn’t believe it.

Sasha was still untouched.

Her mind reeled at the sight—at the sheer innocence of it. Even her tongue couldn’t part it.

-You... Fuck…- Anne whispered hoarsely, pulling back. She took in Sasha’s face—flushed red, her breaths shallow and unsteady.

-Anne…- Sasha whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut before pulling the brunette into a tight embrace.

Anne's throat tightened. She let herself fall onto her, her arms wrapping around her frame as if anchoring herself. Her forehead rested against Blonde's yet her breath warm against her lips. And suddenly, her chest ached in a way it never had before.

What was this feeling?

Anne had never felt this way before—not even when she had been with Marcy. It wasn’t just lust. It wasn’t just need. It was something else—something deeper, something terrifying. A flood of emotions—guilt, disbelief, tenderness, an overwhelming sense of longing.

Sasha trembled beneath her in her burning face with shame. She squeezed her eyes shut and clung to her desperately.

-Who… Who were you saving yourself for?- Anne’s voice was soft, almost fragile. She reached up, gently wiping the cold sweat from her wife's forehead before caressing her cheek.

Silence.

Sasha didn’t answer. Instead, she pressed her legs tightly together, as if shielding herself from the brunette.

Anne’s thoughts spiraled into darkness.

Was there someone? Someone she had been waiting for all this time? Someone she loved—someone who wasn’t her?

-…You love someone else, don’t you?- Anne’s voice dropped to a whisper, eyes searching Sasha’s face with quiet desperation.

Sasha refused to meet his gaze.

-Look at me, Darling- Her voice wavered. -Please… answer me. I—I don’t know what to think right now. I never… I never imagined you were still—God…- Anne bit her lower lip

At this moment, Anne felt utterly undeserving of her.

She had never once thought of herself as a good woman. But now, faced with Sasha’s purity—her untouched, delicate existence— she felt like filth.

Her voice faltered.

Sasha looked up at her, her teary, vulnerable eyes filled with uncertainty. But Anne couldn’t hold her gaze anymore.

The brunette squeezed her eyes shut, pressing her fingers against her temples.

For the first time in her life… Anne felt the sting of tears.