I Become The Trophy Wife to The Cold Billionaire

The Decision

"You will have to stand in for me. I have an emergency to attend to. I don't know how it's going to happen but I don't like such guts now. This isn't what I planned. It has never been my interest right from the onset and why would that be a necessity anyways?

If not for the respect I have for the Grandes lineage, this will not be attributed to me. You should call her, she will be home. I am very sure she knows what to do to keep you posted. Secret? Good!"

" I will not be a part of this plan. Why the hell did I end up in such a cruel home, ma!? No one cares about how I feel everything is about you alone.

You can't make me a slave in my own home mama!" with an aching sensation, and a face drowned in soothing liquid. She ran as fast as she could out of the house.

Nalia is panting heavily with a hand placed on the left side of her chest , squeezing it. She places a hand on the wall using her palm

" no, no, no, this is not happening, what have I done?" she mutters.

She leans her back on the wall and slowly pulls herself down to the ground using her hand to hold her head on her knees. Lost in thoughts she feels the hair on her body standing.

She looks up and finds Arthills with his eyes open and his hands wrapped around his chest fidgeting as he walks to her.

He lowers himself into a seated position with his weight in his heels. He gently places his hand on her back patting her.

"Nalia, what are you doing out here in the cold? You should be at home having dinner with Mamito Cordelia".

Nalia with her eyes red and puffy and an aching sensation with body shaking trying to catch her breath.

Arthills ... Arthills... looking at him with tears in her eyes and holding him close. Arthills raised her up

" Nalia , I am here with you to talk to me.

He says looking into her eyes.

"Arthills, take me home" she said then (With a sudden, involuntary expulsion of air from her lungs through the nose and mouth. "Achoo!" She sneezed.

" I want to lay my head down and forget about my troubles till tomorrow morning. Staying in that house would be my worst mistake."quivering.

" But what exactly happened? You know I love you and trust me I can understand you just need to speak to me."

" Will you take me home or do you not want me too? I thought we were lovers.

I think it is best I travel and never return, I will rather stay away and act like nothing ever happened." she says. He continues " Nalia, I will be leaving to work with Madonnas, you know they own the third largest and richest plantation in South Korea.

I don't have the luxury to care for you. You should not lack anything. You attended the best schools at least the one Mamito Cordelia could afford. I don't know why life has chosen to be unfair to us.

Mamito doesn't like me so I can't even go to your house".

"Let's go to your house Arthills, please".

"No, it's a bad idea. Mamito feels I want to ruin your life because I am still shuffling shifts to keep up, com'on Nalia.

Bringing her close to his chest in a deep breath he says " I wish I know what the problem is." Nalia continues, "I know what to do- let's get married, Arthills." I love you from the deepest part of my heart Nalia( steering into his eyes both breathing heavily.

Standing closely and holding hands Arthills places his hand on her waist and pulls her over with a heavy breath" I can't leave now or ever our paths have crossed for good. I don't care about Mamito Cordelia.

He brings his lips closer to hers looking into her eyes deeply about to kiss her( there is a terrifying gun shot in the air that makes the birds flap their wings and whistles in the air) with wide anxious eyes, raised eyebrows and a tensed parted mouth.

Arthills what do we do? Nalia's eyes darted back and forth, her pupils constricted with worry. Her brow is furrowed and her lips are pressed together in a thin line, their shoulders are tensed and hunched as if she is trying to shield herself from the world.

Arthills immediately held Nalia's hand and ran down towards the sound of a waterfall and almost fell off a sheer edge that drops precipitously into the churning waters, its rocky facade scarred and battered from the constant onslaught of the waves.

A deep voice from the woods "leave her out of this, you mess with the wrong one".