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

"Sure," she said with a croaky voice that earned a grin from Jiro.

Her brow arched when he extended his hand in front of her but when he didn't pull his hand band, she gingerly took it while hugging the bottle of wine in her left arm.

"I'm not gonna disturb you, right?" She couldn't help but ask because her heart was thundering when Jiro pulled her hand.

He just smiled and winked at her before pushing the door of the recording studio that reminded her of her nieces' classroom door. The upper part of the door was a cheap glass where someone from the outside could take a look inside, mostly parents you couldn't leave their kids.

When Jiro pushed the door open, none of the boys inside turned their heads in their direction. Probably because no one thought Jiro would bring a girl inside the studio after stepping out for a few minutes.

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