Jyojiko

"What the fuck did you send over, Nicky?" Laurie is screaming over the phone at six fucking  o'clock in the morning.

"It has a note. And I believe that the message was clear." the name Nicky answered.

"Well that's exactly, why I am asking!"  she exclaimed angrily, glaring at the innocently looking red leather pill box, that is instantly recognizable as a famous jewelry brand, sitting on her kitchen counter, with a note that says - I heard you cry over a guy, here's a small gift to let you know that I'd marry you anytime.

With the familiar scrawling penmanship in the white piece of paper, she would know who sent her the note, even without calling the guy on the phone.

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When the guy you confessed to rejected you, and your two exes came back running—declaring they would marry you any time, what would you do?

Would you choose a familiar old love or the one that has your heart but doesn't want you?

And to add to the chaos, her mother is on a mission to marry her nearing thirty-something ass to any man who breathes. 

What should a girl do in such a situation? Run away, of course! 

But then, how far can you run away until all the life's decisions you screwed up in the past caught up with you and you ended up with no choice but to face them. 

Welcome to Laurie’s adventure and just to be clear this is not a love story BUT a quest.

[WARNING: Some chapters may contain mature R-18 content.]

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Book cover by Sendaline_16

Capture A Husband: My Asian Mother's Quest

[This chapter is dedicated to Julie_Moe for being the top 1 fan of this story. Thank you for picking up this story. Much love!]

Her taxi driver took her to the heart of Gangnam in one of its towering buildings. She glanced at the taxi driver and peeked outside the window. She craned her neck and the building was too tall. She got neck pain trying to look up at the building.

She opened her purse and paid the driver, "Is this the right building?" she asked before she got out of the taxi.

"Yes. That building is a very popular building. There is no mistake," the driver answered her grumpily as though she was wasting his precious time by asking stupid questions.

She mumbled her thanks and alighted from the taxi. She looked up at the building again and even with her sunglasses the glaring sun was too much for her. She pulled her phone from her purse while she was walking to the lobby and called Haru.

For Someone She Loves