Not the Riding Prince

The Crown that Be snatched

I'm turning. And sure enough, he was standing behind me. That smile, I miss.

I wanted to run into his arms. When I was so afraid of him yesterday because of that dream, why do I feel so happy now?

If only I could not control my emotions and realized where I was, I might have run to hug her.

He knows what I feel. He pulled out and entered a very small empty room compared to the hall.

She looked at me for a long time, as well as myself who did not want to look away from her face for a second.

"Where have you been all this time? don't you know what my heart is?" I started crying.

"Sorry, I have to go. I am also tormented away from you, only things are not on our side right now. Be patient."

"I even have to pretend to be happy, I have to live a life I don't want. Aren't you providing a solution for both of us?"

"Kinan, the problem is not that easy. If it's that simple, I've been taking you away for a long time and we're living together."

"What's? what's the matter until you leave me without the slightest word and message. Why don't you just divorce your wife and we go as far as possible."

"Impossible Kinan, it won't be able to happen. I won't be able to get away from my wife."

"Why? do you love him so much? if why did you come to me and give me all that hope?"

"I don't love him, I love you. Kinan, love alone is not enough for us to live in this world. But, when the time comes, I promise I'll take you away and we'll get married. I promise."

Evan hugged me tight. Covered both my cheeks and kissed my lips gently. Just for a minute, and it made me a little disappointed.

"Don't overdo it, don't let your makeup break, people will get suspicious."

"I don't care what people say, I just want to live with you. Evan, take me away." I hugged her back. I really miss him. People who treat me like a human being. Without pushing and without pressing my life.

Brakk!

The sound of the door opening violently made me and Evan let go of our embrace. Evan pushed my body as soon as he saw someone appear from the outside.

"Ooo, look at you guys behind me. Very good, very good!"

Prok! prok! prok!

The woman with the black dress, and the open chest approached.

His body almost balanced Evan's height. His black hair was unraveling to the elbow.

"Are you Kinanti? the woman my husband loves? Oopss! sorry, my husband says he doesn't love you, Kinan. He enjoys his passion when he is with you. Are you disappointed?"

I'm trying to calm down. I think he just heated my heart.

"Although yes, Evan only enjoys his passion while with me, does that mean he doesn't enjoy it when he's with you? how pity. A wife who neglected her husband to find his warmth out there."

"Wow! I didn't expect a lowly human like him, to be arrogant like this."

"Don't forget, our current degrees are the same. I'm Mrs of Kim Joon, the owner of the building you're currently stepping on."

"Mrs? Hahaha, what a fool! I don't understand how high up your imagination is to be rich? ckckck. Do you really want treasure? howmany? what facilities do you want?"

"You have it all, but I have your husband's heart."

"Winning. You should know one thing, my husband is not a man who would be willing to leave his fortune just for the sake of a woman like you. Do you know what? you're not the only woman he's managed to snare." He's ruffled around the waist. Staring at me triumphantly.

I was just trying to digest what this woman wanted to get there.

"Do you think very hard Kinan?"

I clenched my hand. It was like grabbing hair and tearing his haughty mouth.

"Evan, he is my man, husband and also the father of my children. Regardless, he was a friend on top of my bed. He'll only look for prey when I'm not here. Am I angry? no Kinan, because when Evan is not with me, I will do the same. I'm sure you won't understand. From now on, stop hoping for Evan, so you won't be disappointed."

I still don't understand what he's saying. Evan was just him with his smile tilted on his face. Did he really trick me?

"Come, baby. We're leaving." the woman took Evan's hand outside the room. "O, yes. I salute you because you can still keep your virginity seal from Evan."

Whahuh? the insolent! so Evan only wanted my body? just watch out for you guys.

I sat limp. Disappointment, anger and shame come together. This tightness in my chest I can't stand anymore. I spilled everything with a cry. Hugging the knees tightly.

I realized I can't be like this. I need to get back to the party so Jun doesn't suspect me. I stood up, tidied up my clothes and my hair.

I went back in and tried to act calm as if nothing had happened. I saw Jun talking to someone. I walked up to him.

"Presdir," said I. He looked back and then spoke again. I tried to hold her hand and she dodged gently by pretending to pat her interlocutor. He acted as if I didn't exist.

I don't want people to be suspicious of me and Jun, deliberately following wherever he goes. And I'm still ignored by him.

"Sister, come here." Yesi pulled my hand away from Jun.

"What's up, Yesi?"

"Have you eaten?" tanyakanya. "Sister's lipstick is a bit messy." she rubbed the side of my lips.

The deg!

As Yesi tried to tidy up the lipstick, I saw Jun was staring cynically at me. Does he know what I've done? holy jeez! how'this?

"Done. Do you want me to make up, I can ask my assistant to call MUA here."

"No need, the show's over soon, isn't it?"

"Hm. Some guests have gone home. Only a few business colleagues were late."

"Alright, I'll just wait in Jun's room."

"Yes, I'll tell Brother Jun."

"Thank you."

I walked out of the room. Jun was still conversing with his business partners.

I immediately took off my sandals as soon as I reached Jun's room. Putting your body on the couch. The zipper on my back, I put it down. It felt like my chest was so tight because this shirt was too narrow-in my opinion.

"Are they an insane couple? how can they let their partner have sex with others? do they have any abnormalities? it doesn't really make sense." I grumbled to myself as I tried to think about the woman's words.

My head was so heavy thinking about everything. I feel like a really stupid person! so stupid!

Door opens. I glanced and saw Jun enter. Locked the door and hurriedly walked towards me.

Crepe!

He held my hand rough. Pulling my body until I stand. He pulled my waist until our bodies were perfectly attached.

His eyes blocked me fiercely. Reddened with tears that do not spill.

"Do you love her so much?" the question is full of pressure. "Do you love her?" snapped it.

"President?"

"Why? you scared? what'sthis?" he held my zippered back I accidentally opened because of tightness.

"You want him to touch your body? you want to do it?" he's back snapping.

"No, President. It's not like that."

"Then do it with me, now."

I glared at hearing what he said. I haven't spoken yet, my mouth is covered by her lips. He kissed me violently. Even occasionally he bit my lips until it felt a little sore.

The thrust of my hand is only a small part of rejection, its power can be defeated by a small child.

"President, please don't do this."

He didn't stop. I just wish he wouldn't stop this game.

Now, I really don't wear anything, neither does Jun.

"Women's basis ******. Is this what you want from the man you love so much?"

Whahuh? what did he say just now?

"I won't let anyone taste mine before I feel it first."

"Don't, please don't do that."

I'm pulling back. The warm-up that I enjoyed, now turned into fear. She who I thought really wanted to do it, turned out to only look at me as a cheap woman.

"Why? are you disappointed that I'll take your crown?"

Jun is overrunning my body. His hand gripped both hands firmly. With his wrath, he took my crown. He didn't even stop when I asked to stop because of the extreme pain.

The pain was stabbing to the big toe. More here - in my heart.

How could I not be hurt, when ***** just serve his guests at the hotel, or at least on the bed, I was 'raped' on the floor.

Cold and dusty.

After Jun got back dressed, he didn't help me who was holding back the heat and pain. I saw a lot of blood on the floor.

Does it have to be like this my crown is in ripped?

With trembling hands, lips ached and seemed to bleed because I felt a salty liquid on the tongue. I grabbed my underware and my dress for me to wear.

With unseen hair, endless tears, I stood withstanding all my physical and inner wounds.

After the clothes are back on the body. I walked to the bathroom. Wash your face and make your hair.

I tied it up like a ponytail. There is no longer a beautiful bun with a small crown on the head.

With a tissue I cleaned the blood spots due to the hymen that was torn by my own husband.

"Am I created? the expensive clothes I wear cannot guarantee the wearer's self-esteem" I said.

With my body still shaking, I came out. Walking with incredible pain. With my legs half-drawn, I was looking for someone yet, this office looks deserted. I suspect that Jun ordered everyone to leave this building immediately.

My steps stopped when the pain in my womanhood was unbearable. I sat down for a while on the floor before walking back.

The driver must have gone home. I'd better get out to the front lobby.

Slender. There was only a security guard who seemed to be closing the main door soon. He opened the door again as soon as he saw me coming.

"Sir, why so quiet? it's still afternoon."

"Yes, Mom. The chairman deliberately told the employees to leave the building immediately."

I've guessed.

"Sorry, who is that leader?"

"President Kim Joon, Mom. He yesterday asked that everyone no longer call him president."

"Why?"

"I don't know either, Mom. But according to the rumors, the president's call is only you who can call him that."

I was thinking, why would he do that? Ah, even the name on my phone is 'My President'

I'm trying to remember something that might be the answer.

"*Can you call me Jun, not the president?"

"No, I like it*."

Ah, yes. Because I liked him by the president's call. Is that how far he's come to do all this?

But, what she did today to me made me really feel extremely humiliated. Did he see me and Evan? is he angry? but why have I come so far to punish me.

"Mom, are you okay? You sick?"

"Yes, I mean, I'm fine. Sir, can I ask for help?"

"Yes, Mom. Why?"

"The driver may have gone home, I didn't bring any money for the fare home. Can I borrow money?"

"Switch," he said shyly. "I don't want to help, but I don't have much money either. Just enough to make coffee tonight."

"So, okay it's okay. Thank you." Thank you."

I walked back with incredible pain. I held everything back and walked normally as usual. I don't want people to suspect me.

The bag I brought was taken by Jun. I can't call anyone, there's no money for me to go home.

I could've taken a taxi, only if I still had the guts to go home after what happened to me.

Sad, disappointed, angry and confused into one. There's nowhere I can go. Living in a world without families, full of difficulties. An unexpected old man when I needed someone to lean on.

It was getting late when I knew how far this foot had gone. There is no goal, I just follow the path I can take.

Wear a dress with an open chest. High-heeled sandals and jewelry still clinging to the body, make people who cross paths wonder and maybe ridicule, or they insult me.

I'm like a woman who was booked and then dumped. Dressing expensive but sad.

Riba in a place with a quieter state than before. Maybe because it was late too. The streets are no longer as crowded as the afternoon. Only a few large vehicles and tourism buses pass by occasionally.

I sat at a stop that seemed to be unused again. Obsolete.

I take off the sandals that make my heels sore. Trying to adjust the breath that had felt tight.

"What are these nights doing?" ask someone. I'm turning. I feel like I have nothing to answer.

"Why? are you sick?" he asked again while sitting next to me.

"It's not good for a woman to be alone at night on a road like this, what else to wear it like that."

I'm still quiet. He leaned his head on the pole beside me. The man moved closer. I glanced cynically for him to stop.

"Don't be fierce, not good. Just come back to my house. Wanna?"

I feel like he's not a good person even though he doesn't look like a thug carrying liquor in his hands.

His hand tried to touch my open arm. I fended. Stand up to leave immediately. He who is indeed a man and I am a woman who is in a state of helplessness, loses. He quickly pulled my hand, taking me to a darker place. Forcing me to walk quickly with the groin condition that is still very sore. I feel like there's warm liquid coming out. Could it be blood? is the wound wide enough?

He threw my body to the ground. The man grinned. Undressed and ready to pounce on me like a tiger eating a gazelle.

Fearful. But I can't do anything but surrender. He approached me, slapping my face so hard that my head felt dizzy. Didn't you just take my life, Lord?

Darkened.

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