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Stranded Love

Stranded Love

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Chapter 1 Starting Point

Word Count: 2271    |    Released on: 02/12/2021

pped on my jade green ones, although they went back to their normal sizes as he recovered from the shock. On his side was a woman, and the towel around h

What’s the meaning of this?” I hate to admit it, but my voice quivered along with the tears under my eyes’ hidden depths

lionaire and was predicted to be the next chairman of the Roswell Group, thus, I have to suck this all up once again to dig some g

f cake and pretty much well-off, without actually knowing

edroom door and trapped me in the corner using both of his arms. Jenn’s lips parted, and in his

nothing to say. It’s not a problem... at all.” It sounded out truly pitiful, ear-splitting even. After a few seconds of total silence, Jenn

le! Despic

ne. “Why don’t you take a short walk, Matilda. You looked dazed despite you knowing that this is what I usually do.” However, I didn’t provide an

, Matilda?” I mental

sink deep jus

the verandas, but it hasn’t even dwindled the chaos of my thoughts a bit. Thus, I marched to the huge door and approached the gate with gia

auro Vann Roswell, the Roswell Group’s current chairman, had two sons, namely Alistair Roswell as eldest; and Jenn Roswell as the youngest. Since the eldest heir seemed to have no interest in taking charge of the fa

law when the perfect time comes. Even though we’re barely acquaintan

h step that I took. Until I finally stepped on the bridge’s deck, the brisk wind slapped my face with serenity and calmness, as though it attempted to erase the scene earlier. “Mo

ment. It left me nothing since I never had seen my father, then the event made me fall to the children's orphanage’s care. None other tha

y career, Mom. It's hopeless,” a growling sob escaped my mouth, but I continued to let out my frustrations since it’s the only thing I could do. “It will cost

you, Mom. I really do. I wished y

then to the jaw, before the tears lastly kissed the ground. After minutes of stillness, a low baritone reached s

you tal

hat I’m here? Perhaps, did he follow me?” Several queries crossed my thoughts, however, all I’ve done was to wipe off the stain of tears on my face before glancing over to him. O

he asked me in the darkest tone

a soft voice, but soon added, “You know nothing about this, Sire. Just leave me be and pretend

wards, he whispered, and his minty breath brushed off my face. “Why can’t you look at me in the eyes for at least thirty seconds, woman? Are you being like this bec

at my boyfriend was cheating on me? Also, what does it have to do with you?” I maintained myself calm in spite

t was love

and what? You’ll call it love and jump off the bridge if you don’t feel like living, is that it?” After he rambled those words out of his lips,

idge! I could just push him off to make him leave me alone. Yet, I kept talking, “How dare you insult me when you don’t know what I’ve been through? If I had felt the pain

ld became silent, I stood like an old statue in front of him. Alistair breathed a sharp exhale before he murmured, “I took care of my brother’s scandals before they’d get complicated, also. However, like what goes around in magazines and tab

re you low-key telling me to

then let it be that way,” he

e too far. It may sound like a good digger, or rather as an opportunist bitch, but it was all that I wanted and dreamt of. I would go to gr

jade eyes. Not long after, a blunt lie left my lips, “I love what I’m doing–” However, even before I c

best actress in the field of media, but your own lies w

it comes to hierarchy. “I am sorry, Sir. I may be easily broken, but the pieces are bou

er. Break up with him and start anew. It may have looked like the end, but endings are the starting points of

e words, Sir. It wouldn’

there’s nothing wrong with keeping the woman that I love away from all of those heartaches, isn’t there? My eyes were

dest heir of Roswell Group

mirk on the side of my lips; unlike the miserable guise which I have sport

, “Name it. Anything

le successor title for the Roswell’s Group. Do you still want to do i

coff at his reaction, although his sudden response snapped me out of the hook. He part

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