The Obsession of Revenge
*SELF-CONTROL
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He should have been more in control. The woman was scared again.
Unusual getting a rejection makes Allard wrathful. He forcefully put on all the jewelry he had brought on the beautiful woman. The man snorted violently recalling the incident a few minutes ago.
Damn it!
“Say, you are a woman, actually what makes a woman feel happy. Are treasures not enough? Or is the jewelry you choose not too pretty according to her?”
Women are the most troublesome creatures of God. That's why Allard doesn't want to have a special relationship with a woman. He'll find the creature if he needs it. Completing his lust.
Laura stood firmly before her furious-looking master. Since then, he had only been silent and listened to all the stories Allard had said. Laura just knows, conquering Yada is not a difficult thing. The proof today is that she is becoming closer to the woman she calls the 'young lady. It was just that this master of his was a little stiff in treating women. That's why the plan failed.
“Maybe for now, not the jewelry that Miss Yada needs. But gentle demeanor. Didn't I explain to you sir, if his life always suffered. No one supports it.”
“You should treat it with patience, and start approaching from the heart.”
From heart.
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Yada lay on the bed of the apartment. There was nothing else he could do but eat and sleep. Some of the guards Allard ordered didn't let him out of there if Allard didn't get permission. It has been three days since the incident at the club that Allard did not see him.
Bored, Yada opened the internet. Allard's photo is on the first page of a gossip article. The man was involved in a scandal with women of the meaning, socialites, and models. The man was famous for his achievements around beautiful women.
As far as the article Yada read. Allard is just a handsome businessman and has a brilliant career. There was no one to discuss how ruthless the man was, nor the black world he managed.
Of course, the underworld was always dark and invisible.
Suddenly the door sounds open. A few footsteps entered accompanied by the sound of some items stored. Yada immediately got out of bed and left the room. In the middle room of his apartment, several well-dressed women were busy preparing luxury items such as clothes, shoes, and other accessories.
Allard sat on the sofa with his sturdy body. The man turned his head when he noticed Yada's presence there. Then he immediately approached Yada and hugged her without the slightest shame.
“Hello young lady, I prepared all this for you.”
He escorted Yada to sit on the sofa. The women began to introduce the items they were carrying. Starting from dresses for parties, clothes to go to clubs, and also bikinis to swim. Everything's complete. But just like a few days ago, Yada's response only fell silent.
The atmosphere became stiff as Yada just stared at the women expressionlessly. Allard immediately gave the code to them to leave. The women left the apartment. Allard and Yada were in the room.
“Nothing you like?”
“Are you going to put all these clothes on my body if I say I don't like them?” yada's Syndicate to Allard.
Allard lowered his gaze. Of all the branded items he brought, none of them caught the attention of the beautiful woman. What could make it melt?
Goddamnit!
“Why are you being nice to me, whereas a few days ago your attitude was still very rude.”
“Is it wrong if I'm being nice? I just want to atone for all my sins on you,” explains Allard.
“I admit, I used to torture you because I thought you were Aurora's daughter. Sucking you is a good choice. But it turns out I was wrong.”
“Ya!”
Yada stared deeply into the brown eyes of the man before her. The look of his face was flat, not showing the slightest look of regret. Yada knew that this man was playing tricks on her.
“Yada, I'm not good at expressing things. I hope you can understand.”
“...I'm really sorry.”
Yada couldn't believe it. After all if the man was truly sorry, what would Yada get back. Everything was forcibly taken by him. Yep! Everything has been destroyed.
“What about me? What with your regrets will everything get better?”
Yada started to tear up. His body always trembled violently when remembering the mass where Allard always tortured him to the point, harassing, and also humiliating him. His heart and mind were still raging and could not accept everything that had happened.
Laura's judgment is always right. This woman is very vulnerable like glass. He will crack or even shatter into pieces if not taken care of properly. He's so weak.
“I will be responsible for everything that happens to you. I'll make sure it doesn't happen again.”
“Take responsibility? How can you be responsible?”
“I'll guarantee your life.”
“No! Too many people expected my death. Aurora, maybe they're only one in a thousand. I didn't know it. I think the whole world is a threat to me.”
Yada riled, his heart weakened. During his life he depended on the Aurora family even though it was that family that always tormented him. But on the other hand the Aurora family is like a handle of thorns for him to cross the ravine. If the handle is cut off, then he will die. But if he continued to hold on, then his hand would be severely injured.
“I will protect you, the entire WS clan will protect you.”
“No, it's all not enough.”
“What can make you enough to feel safe?”
“Marry ... with me ..”
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Yada was in his room. Standing staring at the window looking at the view of the river extending in the middle of the city. Sharp nails grip the shoulder and cause injury. He thought about all the risks he said to Allard.
The man said if he regretted all his actions and would take responsibility. Yada asked for a marriage because that is what is right for her life now. If Yada became Washington's mistress, then no matter how much the Aurora clan hated her, they would not dare to harass Yada. Or a great war would occur between two clans.
But marriage is not easy. If all that went as smoothly as he had planned, then Yada could breathe a sigh of relief. Being the wife of Allard Washington is not a bad thing when viewed from the outside, but if examined more deeply, no woman wants to be the wife of a very cruel man.
“Nona?”
One called out his name while knocking on the door of the room that was not closed. Yada turned around and looked at Laura who was standing in the doorway.
“How about wedding preparations? Do you want to choose it yourself?”
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