Until You Fall in Love with Me

Ch.4

"Welcome Miss Margaret.."

The two servants who opened the door saluted him, bowing 30 degrees.

Looky..

Like a magic, her clothes were like thugs earlier, now turned into a mini dress that made her look graceful.

Like 3 years ago, he descended at a crossroad that far deviated from the road towards his mansion. He still did not want his identity to be known.

Every member of his gang takes him home, he always goes down there. Then go into the mini market to change his clothes.

Right, she's the girl who 3 years ago swore she'd be friends with a motorcycle.

Chappie. It was just a pseudonym, his stage name in the racecourse. Actually, he was Margaret.

Margaret Hekamartha. A Young Miss from a wealthy family. Hekamartha Family.

Imagine if they knew that the princess was merely a puppet in a wild racing community. What will his parents be. Especially Dad.

"I'm home.."

The soft and spoiled tone he used in his daily life.

Now she's acting like a submissive Young Miss. Graceful and elegant. He walked towards his parents who were sitting in the living room.

plaque~

I don't know how many times his father's done that since Margaret was little.

"Success test will be held soon! you even feel good!" snapped Heka.

Margaret fell silent with her face still turned away from her father's hard slap. Yes, he could not struggle and defend himself like in front of his Gang earlier.

What Sania and her father said was true.

As for Vivian, she remained unchanged. Still can't do anything like before, other than see his daughter's face clenched.

"Chandra's back from New York." Heka said.

He stopped his steps. Even though he had heard it from his nanny Aunt, but hearing it again still made him upset and pounding.

"Later we'll have dinner together at the Marriott Hotel at 7. It's been almost 4 years since you met. Dandan is as beautiful as possible and amazes her. You his future wife should welcome his return well." continued Heka.

deg!

Margaret clenched both her hands. He closed his eyes for a moment. He's still not ready to meet Chandra again. Especially with all the things he had experienced because of it.

"You heard no!?" snapped Heka.

Margaret turned to face Heka with her professional smile.

"Yes Pa.."

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bough's! bough's!

"Damn.. shit!"

He beat his pillow. Wreaked his frustration on that innocent pillow.

For 3 years he was subjected to such violence. In everyone's eyes she was the genius Young Miss. But they did not know how the real life of the Young Miss was. No one understands him. Even if his parents.

Only his gang can understand him. Only they could accept Margaret as she was. Only in front of them could he freely express himself.

"It's exhausting.." he murmured.

He glanced at the wall clock hanging on the wall over there. The hour hand still shows at half 6 p.m. Waking up to take a shower, he was reluctant.

The breeze that barged in through the balcony door made him drift in that atmosphere. He was unable to keep his eyes open. And finally asleep.