In the entrance hall of the bridge, where people were hanging around, Danielle approached me and said, “How can a poor person like you come here?”I stared at Danielle, this girl so eager to cling to Damian’s side, as he is the wealthy second son of the Spencer family.It seemed she played a crucial role as the go-between Miranda and Damian.From what I recalled, Miranda typically stayed at her apartment, immersed in college work and her paintings, rarely venturing out except for our beautiful times together.It was impossible for Miranda to looked for Damian.As for Danielle, she was just another bad girl, flitting from one group to another, desperate to connect with society’s elite.But who knows.In past I invested in Miranda artwork, but everything changed once she became quite famous and gained money.“Danielle, I could ask the same thing of you. Last time I checked, you were just as poor as me, and even poorer since you still owe me $200 for rent from months ago. Please pay it b
Damian, upon first glimpsing Sofia, was captivated by her beauty and smile. He could not shake the image of her from his mind, his desire for her growing.Stealthily, he moved toward where Sofia was, while Miranda and Danielle were still engrossed in watching Alex perform.He approached Sofia, "You are Sofia, right? I just got your name from my friend."Sofia looked at Damian, her brow furrowed. "So, are you thinking about breaking up with your new girlfriend?""Let's not talk about that," Damian replied, his mind still on Miranda. How could he let go of a catch that was already so close?"Alex is poor and unfit for you. I'm honestly giving you advice; kick that guy out of your life.""Why are you making choices for my life?" Sofia challenged."Because it's for your own good," Damian said, forcing a smile. "I'm a good and kind person you should hang around with. Care to give me your phone number?""Fuck off," Sofia snapped suddenly. "You're just an asshole. A disgusting creature.""It
I was sitting at the table with Sofia, enjoying a peaceful moment with wine after the dinner when Danielle suddenly rushed over to us in panic and sweat on her face.She was clearly frightened. “Miranda was caught by Jeremi Bolton in the private room number 2.”“Where is Damian?” I asked, somewhat indifferently.“Damian was there trying to protect Miranda, but Jeremi and his people are going to hit him.” Danielle’s face turned pale. “Please, Alex, help her.”“Nope, I’m done for. Just call the cops.” I poured more wine into my glass and Sofia’s to continue our evening.“Alex!” Danielle yelled. “He’s Jeremi Bolton. Even the police can’t catch him; his father is Vex Bolton, the most scary underworld king of Oxford.”“Then Miranda is lucky,” I said sarcastically. “She got someone even better than Damian. Isn’t it also your dream, Danielle? Sucking up to your friend when you push them for higher social hierarchy?”“Fuck you, Alex,” Danielle snapped angrily. “Just help her.”“Why must I hel
At the University of Oxford, I heard that Jeremy Bolton was searching for a guy who had hit him, and anyone who could provide a name would receive $5,000.People thought that anyone daring enough to strike Jeremy must be a madman with a death wish.Yet, I think they would never meet me as my schedule was already set: mornings at the university and the market to buy fresh food, then locking myself in my room, the art room, or Sofia’s room to paint.I wasn’t type that hanging around.I had mastered my art skills, by system shop. But I was never short of money, so I didn’t think I needed to sell any of my paintings. It was better to use it for myself.One day, Sofia was looking at my painting of her and she loved it. "This is the most beautiful painting I have ever seen," she said.She liked it so much that I gave it to her.One day, she fell down the stairs because of the winter. I carried her to her room and used my acupuncture skills to address the swelling, which reduced significantl
Inside the VIP room of the hospital, the grandpa Anderson just coughed out a blood.“Sir, please don’t misunderstand; I only meant that I want Sofia to be happy,” I pleaded earnestly.Sofia quickly wiped the blood her grandpa had coughed up, her face flushed with embarrassment.The old man chimed in, his voice weary yet relieved, “I coughed up the stale blood, I think, as my body now feels lighter and healthier.”Suddenly, an authoritative voice cut through, “Sir, please don’t make assumptions about your health. We doctors need to conduct a proper examination to determine your condition. Sometimes people feel healthy only to face severe health issues and die shortly after.”Doctor Michael’s expression remained skeptical, seemingly unable to accept my ‘traditional healing’ result.Grandpa’s gaze shifted to Sofia as he asked, “Who is this doctor who seems to be predicting my imminent demise?”Beth’s face turned ashen. “Grandpa, he is Doctor Michael, the most famous doctor from the USA.
I met Sofia's gaze, deeply aware of the gravity of the moment."Sofia, it's true that I began as your father's employee," I started, my voice unwavering despite the palpable tension in front of everyone.Sofia's eyes mirrored a sense of betrayal."But I am not your father's employee anymore. Your father threatened my job and my safety if I continued to be with you. Yet, I chose to stay by your side, under any condition," I declared, locking my eyes intently with hers."The truth is, I haven't accepted any money from your father. I even had to pay a penalty of $50,000 to cancel the bodyguard contract for you."Sofia's eyes suddenly turned serious. "You paid $50,000 to my father to cancel the bodyguard job just to stay with me?""You can call your father; I even had to take out a loan for that," I responded earnestly.It was last week when Lucia reported my relationship with Sofia to Francesca, and Francesca demanded I leave the job with a penalty.Beside that I had to pay the apartment
Me and Sofia returned to our apartment using a taxi, as Sofia's car was confiscated by her mother.Sofia, her eyes brimming with sadness, said, "How can Beth lie in front of others, and how can they not believe me?"I hugged Sofia to calm her. "Don't worry, your grandpa will wake up in two days and he will explain everything.""Alex..." Sofia called out, her voice tinged with despair. "We don’t have any money anymore.""Who said that?" I asked.Not long after, there was a knock on the front door. I found Francesca standing there with an envelope."It's your $50,000 penalty money," she said, her gaze fixed on me sternly. "Don’t you dare hurt the young miss.""I won’t," I answered and slammed the door closed.I looked at Sofia, my eyes sparkling with happiness. "See, my dear Sofia, you found a way to take back our $50,000. This is enough for our half-year's expenses. What do you want to eat?"Sofia smiled and hugged me. "Will we be okay?""I am your boyfriend and your fiancé, I will tak
Inside the Andersons' mansion, where everyone was listening and watching, I declared to the group.“I am a painter, so I want all of you to understand that the only way I can make money is by selling my paintings,”“Is it okay for me to earn money from there?” I asked clearly. “I’m afraid later Chris will accuse me of cheating by selling my paintings.”Chris laughed. “Do you think getting money is easy by selling paintings?”“I got news that the Eden Group is searching for painters for their exhibition this week. If I can exhibit my painting there and sell my painting for a million dollars, you will accept your loss, right?”“A million dollars for your painting?” Chris and also people there laughed so hard till their stomach ached.“Who do you think you are? Pablo Picasso? I don’t even know if you can put your painting in such an elite exhibition.”“Do you dare to accept the bet or not?” I asked.“Of course, I accept.”“Richard Anderson,” I turned to him. “I hope you can be a witness