stormyfly

To keep the families close, grandfather Lu and grandmother Ann convince their grandchildren to get married. Mark is a typical playboy; rude, arrogant, and thinks of himself above all. Amber is the most average girl he could ever meet. No looks and no life. His type is Rose. the beauty that had captures his heart since the first day at university. Or is it just a cover up to hide something deep in his heart? 

Now three years has passed since Mark and Amber got into this hell called marriage. He is still the same and that makes Amber more distant from him daily. In the eyes of the world the are the most loving couple but behind closed door, the story is totally different. 

Its been a month since grandfather Lu died and grandmother Ann is determined to get herself a great grandchild. The time couldn't be more wrong for Amber and more right for Mark because Rose is coming from America.

Will the couple survive? what will grandmother Ann do? What should Amber do? And how will Mark handle everything? Will he choose his own happiness over a promise?

convenient wife

"Rose.... Oh rose!" Amber thought, "Now she was everyone's type!"


Champagne blonde hair, protruding eyes, that button of a nose, and oh those sensual lips, those heart shaped full lips..... this would even make a woman's heart go wild and Mark was just a man. A very handsome man. They suit each other perfectly.


Lost in her thoughts, she didn't even realized Mark was laying beside her. Mark was unaware of the fact that Amber had heard everything his grandmother has told him, " Marry someone else she is useless. I want a great grandchild for this family. I'll talk to my brother myself." 


They had been married for three years now and this cruel husband of hers has never even once made an effort to get near her. His heart was shut so tightly that she might never be able to get near him. Tears started rolling down her eyes again. Suddenly a hand engulfed her waist and pulled her closer. She smiled. Mark has this habit. Deep in his sleep, he would hug her like he was trying to consume her existence and make them one, then he would bury his face in her tangled hair and take a deep breath. This was home. He was home.


Rose, the eternal beauty.