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

"Aren't you going to sit down?" She already pulled a chair but Jiro was still standing in the middle of the room, with his leather jacket draped on his right shower after he took it off right after putting it on.

He grinned widely as though he got her to do something she doesn't want and it made him happy for a reason she doesn't understand. The reason she stayed a bit longer was that she didn't want to waste the food he already ordered.

He sat down on the chair across from her and poured her some coffee. "I'll take you home after breakfast."

"You don't have to. I can take a taxi."

"I want to. Please, let me," he gazed at her with his soft brown eyes that made her change her mind in a flick of a finger. Nevertheless, staying for breakfast and letting him take her home won't make a difference. She would still go.

She shrugged her shoulders and mumbled "thank you," as she sipped her coffee.

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