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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Capture A Husband: My Asian Mother's Quest

After a while, Laurie realized how stupid she looks, standing in the middle of the huge showroom full of the most expensive cars from the most prestigious car company, while everyone was buzzing around her, minding their own business without knowing how she was about to topple over with how much her heart was thumping wildly and her knees were shaking.

She was only pulled out of her thoughts when a girl wearing a black tube dress accidentally hit her shoulder.

She returned the slight bow from the girl and slowly moved away. Her gaze was still in the crowd at the end of the room that was slowly growing. The camera from the press was flashing with a frenzy. It seemed like they couldn't get enough of what they were taking a photo of.

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