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"How could you do this to me?!" my scream rang out across the room. There was no one else around, which made me realize how my legs were quivering. Suddenly my vision grew blurred, I knew instinctively that tears would soon fall down my cheeks. He'll perish with my love the instant that happens, "I swear I had finally gotten to know you... but it turns out I was wrong. Again."


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The Eaves Family's young miss is about to embark on a new chapter in her life in college. Despite the fact that she hadn't seen her father in a long time, she was determined to spend a day with him before leaving for college. However, nothing goes as planned; she was despised by her own father, who blamed her for his wife's death. 


Her father's intern assistant was tasked with taking care of his daughter. Elenor, the young miss, falls in love at first sight, but he seems to not feel the same way. The young miss took on the challenge of making him fall for her with the help of her friend, who appear to be interested in the multibillionaire's son, Harris Zay.


Who is currently engaged with Elenor.

He's Someone I Know

Days passed since then, and as expected, I've been ordered to stay at the villa.

To be fairly honest, I don't actually remember the last time I was asked to stick around the house this long. Ever since Matthew came home, I've been ordered to stay in line or stay at the office to do damn work, but staying here doing pretty much nothing? That hasn't happened in a long time. For a few days, I had my ass sitting pretty in the villa, at least until the last council meeting. Of course, that includes graduation.

Finally, the ban of going out was lifted—it's the last council meeting.

I guess the seniors and council members will gossip about me being tardy the moment I step out since I've been nowhere to be seen on campus. The council has been busy, after all. The position we've had to fill must be chosen wisely. As for me, I don't give a damn about who takes my position. I have a whole other thing to worry about: college.

And besides that, there's my father's new, passionate way of showing affection—meddling in my affairs.

To think my asshole of a father would dare to set me up for marriage just when I'm leaving home. It might not be a big deal since I'll probably be back occasionally, since I'm only going away for college. However, I was planning to get myself laid by someone I actually want, not get tangled up in this kind of operatic drama. What the hell is with that?

I have until this week to convince him to cancel this damn marriage, which means I only have a few more days to make Sebastian's heart race for me like crazy.

"What the hell are you grinding your teeth over?" With my head in chaos, I did not notice the presence of Ashtrid, who, by the way, already had her arms around my shoulders.

"When did you arrive?" I asked, removing her arms from around me, but she refused to budge.

"I have been here all this time. In fact, I was here before you even arrived, darling. Did you honestly think you'd get here before I did? Get a grip." Finally, she removed her arms as she dragged a chair to sit beside me and made herself comfortable. As soon as she did, her gaze was set back on me. The very red and messily applied color on her lips managed to drag my attention—it was as if someone else had a taste of her lipstick.

"Did someone eat you up? Fix your lipstick." Half of me said it as a joke, but there was also a part of me that honestly thought otherwise.

"Fuck! I guess I should get a grip myself," she whispered to herself. In order to not make things about her, she spoke again, making an excuse. "Anyway, I love those flowers. Who gave you those?" The last few phrases she let out left me confused, as a line formed on my forehead.

"Are you bragging to me? To me, really?" My eyes squinted in confusion. "Seriously? Look over there, darling." Ashtrid's hand pinched my cheek, leading my head to where I should have paid attention from the very beginning.

"It did say your name on it, so everybody assumed they're for you, but there's no news on who they're from. I guess you've got yourself an admirer. Well, let's just hope it's not some creep. Although, I'd love to see you dating one."

As someone who owns a very tiny garden on her balcony, I am well aware of what flowers these are. This flower... surely it's not intentional, is it? For it to be Myosotis.

I may not have those planted in my garden, but I've heard about them. According to legend, a knight wanted to give these flowers to his lover, but life was not fortunate for him, and he died saying those few words: "Forget me not."

"Forget me not, you say, when I don't even know who sent you."

Forget Me Not