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35. Eve POVs

The POV Eve

Three years ago, it was the first time I met young Lord Asher in the office. I who is a daughter is not considered by a middle-class company, forcing to be independent.

I'm out of my family's house, Jayandra's. I also don't work at Jayandra Grub. I have a half-brother, and a half-sister. Ah, wonder why I'm not considered? Because I'm the bastard son of that man, Barock Jayandra. Unfortunately, meksi I denied her desperately, me and her still have a blood relationship. I hate him, I hate myself more who has his blood.

Somehow obvious after my mother's death when I was seven, I was thrown into the Jayandra family. I think it's better than being swayed by the flow of street children. What actually? I regret? I sincerely hope, just put me back on the streets.

The physical and mental torture I always felt from them. Not to mention that goddamn stepmother. It's no nonsense to say she's a cruel stepmother. I tried to hold on, until finally...,

The normalcy in my life disappeared instantly, when I was in my teens. The goddamn stepbrother tried to touch me several times, until I finally threw some things that could make him collapse, but I ended up in a cold warehouse.

It's okay, it's better than being in one soft bed, along with a warm blanket with the bastard. It's okay, a cold floor with a dark room makes me better and more comfortable.

"You're too pretty. I'm almost crazy every time I see you. Play with me." She, my half-sister Teo with her crazy expression, her tongue licking the edge of her lips looks so disgusting! Absolutely disgusting, I'd rather see chicken shit than her face!

What say? Play? What does it mean to take away my honor is to play for him? This is my honor! The only thing I have with respect! And I will take good care of it!

I hit that fucker's head until it bled, and I got out of the house. I ended up living independently, in an ordinary apartment.

Thank goodness I graduated college, with cumlaude predicate. It is a bit difficult to find a job today, but it is not impossible. I don't want to say it, but I'm really smart, and I admit that. I was smart, I was quick to count, until I was in a high-end company but not so well-known.

It was a company owned by young Lord Asher, but it was not part of the Anumertha family fortune. It was his own effort.

I was accepted there, initially just an ordinary accounting clerk. However, after several months of work, I suddenly got a promotion and became the personal secretary of Young Master Asher. Of course I know, it's all because I'm beautiful and talented, I don't want to be a hypocrite, because I'm a talented person.

I often work with him, with him, with him, with him. He who is more often silent with his handsome face makes my heart rustle. I began to imagine this cold man would be hard to let go if already in love. I want to be loved by her, I want love! I want to feel love! What kind of extraordinary love that a successful ordinary office woman gets attracts her boss. I want to be loved that much and that much, I want to be protected, I want to be noticed, I thirst for all that.

"Date with me?! Make me yours!" I said that, ever since he got the urging from his grandfather, president Bryan Kert Anumertha.

He looked at me with his sharp eyes, he watched me from toe to head. I knew he was looking at my physique, I was quite confident because I was praised often, at every party I went to with young Master Asher, he said, we are always said to be compatible and like a predestined pair of people.

"Not bad, I agree, you're beautiful and talented. Suitable to be my wife. From now on, don't ever date another man. I don't like being mine, being taken away by someone else. Remember that, you who said you'd be mine, still be mine well."

It was the first time Mr. Asher had said such a long sentence with me regarding personal matters. And I never thought that was the last time.

When I heard him confirm my request. And saying that I was going to be his wife, I was so happy, I started craving that love again. My heart was pounding at the thought of the excessive attention he would later give me.

But, what actually? Nah! We've been dating for a year, she still thinks of me as her secretary, no personal relationships, no dates, never! No call of attention on a cold night, nothing! No one asked for news! No attention, just the status I got. If we went to a party, many men praised me, both the face, body, clothes he gave, jewelry, Asher just smiled proudly, as if he was showing off his collectibles. There's no anger there, she likes it, she enjoys being praised by other men.

I was tired, even when I was about to faint, in the seconds before I lost consciousness, he just said...,

"Oh? Take it to the hospital."

That's all he said, with him still busy dwelling on the mountain files.

Ever since I became his secretary, it's not a mere rumor that the company Asher holds is advancing. And I know, a little or a lot, it was thanks to my presence. And it reached Morgan's ears.

By then I was already tired, I gave up on getting his love Young Master Asher. It's true, all my needs he fulfilled, even I who originally lived in an ordinary apartment, ended up in a luxurious house with a few cars lined up neatly in the garage, I got a waiter, I got a waiter, wear clothes, jewelry, shoes, and branded bags that I never dreamed of. I fell asleep, I think he gave me that because he loved me, apparently because I became a good partner for him.

Our strained relationship rang out in Morgan's ears, he who knew the rumors about me, started to approach me, he gave me attention, love, affection, time, warmth, he said, which I never felt from Asher. I thought Morgan loved me so sincerely and seriously that I was lulled in her and all her seduction.