Revenge of the Abandoned Heir

Mozart! He was one of my favorite composers, not because of his melodious tunes, but the nobility and purity of heart he showed throughout his suffering. Although he was never comforted by the outside world, he was willing to use his soothing melodies for the relief of others.

After playing a short piece of Mozart’s, I stood up gracefully and smiled gently at Shawn Donovan, a well-known man at the party. He held my hand gently and kissed it, saying, "Thank you for your music! It's so beautiful, just like you.”

"Thank you,” I responded with a polite smile.

"Give me a chance?" he gripped the hand that I almost wanted to pull back. His huge palm was hot, but it couldn’t warm my ice-cold heart.

I pulled my hand away, smiling and apologized to him politely, "Sorry, please tell Irene that I have work to do, I have to leave."

"I can bring you the same joy and satisfaction that a piano can give you..."

"The piano never gives me any pleasure," I said.

Perhaps he would never know that I had been using the piano to forget the happy days I once knew. After refusing to dance with Shawn again, I left. A waiter was coming towards me. He was sneaking a peek at the men around me, holding a note in his hands saying, "A gentleman said, he would like to invite you to have a snack after the party."

I glanced at the note and was not impressed by what had been written on it, but the fancy signature...Jonathan Li, it caught my eye. I remembered that name...I looked around in a shock, eagerly searching for the familiar figure from my past! After just a few seconds, I found him on the sofa sitting in the corner.

It was two years since I last met him. He had not changed much at all, still handsome, ambitious, and composed.

Ladies who didn't know him could never guess his age. And even after having been accompanied by him for eight years, I was always confused by his true age.

Other than a few posh bodyguards surrounding him, there were several men standing together whispering.