My Love From Another Destiny

My Love From Another Destiny

Krisnightfall

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As the daughter of the richest person person in the world, Marsenia life was smooth sailing. However, everything turned the opposite way when she met the handsome guy in one of the pub she normally visit for a drink. Marsenia had never seen an outstanding man as him. He was a handsome man with dark wavy hair. Coupled with it was his deep sea rover-blue eyes which really caught her attention. 'I must have him'. Such a thought came across her mind. The thought of her being rejected never crossed her mind as she always got hold of what she wants. But who knew that he was someone whom she would never get hold of in her entire life.

Chapter 1 I am Marsenia

*Drop, drop*. The sound of droplet of liquid resounded through the room. Lying on the soft, wide, big luxurious bed, was a young girl with pale lifeless face who was dead not long ago. There was a wide gash on her wrist, upon which a lot of blood ooze out from. On the carpet was a bloody knife which serve as evidence of the situation.

Not long after, a huge sigh resounded the room and the girl who was already dead not long ago sat upright on the bed.

Overcome by extreme dizziness, the frail girl held her head and couldn't help but shout, "Can you please stop with your useless tears? I'm not dead yet!"

With a flash, a small treant figure appeared in the room waving its branch all around.

"Waahhh!! Master! Little Bean thought it lost you. Waahhh!!!" The small treant burst into tears again.

The frail girl had no time to spare for the crying treant. She needs to stop the bleeding right away. Rushing towards the bathroom, she grabs a lot of white towels, wrapping them around her bleeding wrist.

"If not for Little Bean expending it's energy to bring you here, you would have died." The wailing treant followed her in.

The young girl expends no effort to reply to the chattering treant. After stopping the bleeding, she felt weak all over.

Of course, she would! After losing that tons of blood, her face looks so pale that she looks like someone with only a minute lifespan left. She would have loved to called the emergency number but now, she was in a strange world. She wasn't sure if this place was similar to earth.

Facing the chattering treant, she asked, "Where are we?"

"Huh." Upon realizing something, the treant looked up at her then turned around to surveyed his surroundings. "This... I'm not sure either." The treant covered it face from embarrassment.

"Don't wo-. Ahh!" Crouching on the floor, the young girl held her head as wave of foreign memories flooded it.

"Master! Master! Don't scare little Bean!" The small treant hop onto her shoulder.

Feeling the painful feeling fading away, she finally replied, "I'm fine." She took the tearful treant off her shoulder while standing up. "No crying anyone."

"Hmm." With a nod, it wiped away its tears while finally asking, "What happened to you earlier master?"

"Just some useful information." Carrying the treant on her palm, she walked towards the bedroom.

Seeing the carpet filled with blood, the young girl sighed.

If one should look at the original body owner past behavior, it would be nothing to write home about.

The original owner was just a teen who was foolishly in love.

Remembering her previous life experience, Marsenia only regret was marrying her ex-husband.

She was the only child of the CEO of Dage's group, one of the most influenced companies in the world.

As an only child, there were a lot of suitors who reached out to her from young age. She'd countless of fiance's on which their engagement only last less than a month.

All the people around her were only there for her money. She was schemed against, bullied by some jealous girls but would rather hold on than tell her parents.

How foolish was she.

-_-||

Trying to be rebellious, she drank, party all night, visit so many nights clubs just to make her parents angry.

As luck would have it, one of the visits to a very famous night club led her met her ex-husband Josh.

Marsenia had never seen an outstanding man as him. He was a handsome man with dark wavy hair. Coupled with it was his deep-sea rover-blue eyes which really caught her attention.

His gaze was sharp and indifferently icy, which refrain a lot of girls coming over. His shirt was rolled up to his elbow, revealing the tone muscle underneath it.

While his slender fingers leisurely hold a glass of wine as he rested onto his seat looking completely incompatible with this rowdy atmosphere.

He looks just like the typical male lead from a novel.

Not only was he handsome and tall, he was also exquisite and elegant.

It was love at first sight for her.

o(≧v≦) o~~

Being the silly girl she was, she walked towards him. With a raised of his head, both of their eyes met.

His rover-blue eyes flickers almost like a fire crackers dancing through the air.

Indeed, it was a breathtaking sight to behold.

One thing she wouldn't forget about her ex-husband were those deep eyes of his.

They were so deep that you would find your soul lost in them. So, if you'd ask her to rate any man to her ex, it would be surely lower than his. And that's what we call sincerity.

She'd gave him a foolish grin only to meet his disgusted expression. Not understanding his expression, she foolishly introduced herself.

"Hello, I'm Marsenia. Daughter of the CEO of Dage's group." Thinking he would be so infatuated with her, she went on and say, "I saw you seating alone over here. I was wondering if I could join you for a drink."

"I'm waiting for my girlfriend and here she is." Raising his right hand up, he called, "Over here Olivia."

Marsenia, turning her head saw a familiar face she recognized. It was no one than the 'school beauty' Olivia.

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