Aciee_GelaTin

“With every hour, day, and month I wait, I love you more.” 

Here is where the boss submits and the lady dominates.

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"A CEO hitting on a high school girl? Oh, how scandalous, Sir~”

She is a sly teenager who likes to tease adults, use blackmail and ruin dates. 

But beneath that playful facade, she was once a naive heiress who was abused, mocked and neglected. Forced in a loveless marriage, she became even more miserable. For all her life, she tried to be perfect to gain acceptance, but in the end, nobody truly cared for her. 

Now that she went back in time after dying in the hands of her family, she decided to claim what was rightfully hers. 

"Hitting on you? Excuse me, who're you again? I don't think any girl would just ruin my date for no good reason – highschooler or not. That's unless you're actually a fan," was what her flirt of a future husband once said in this second life of hers.

Though a jerk, this hot stuff has his uses other than being attractive. She needed him to get back on those who wronged her no matter how indifferent he was to her before. This time around, she will take her turn to piss people off while smiling all sweetly.

With that in mind, she leaned closer to him and smiled as sweetly as she just imagined, making him drop his smug smirk and raise his brows in surprise.

"I'm not your fan – I'm your future wife, you douchebag."

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Winter used to live with her adoptive older brother until her biological uncle and adoptive sister found her.
 
She was a long-lost heiress whose deceased parents turned out to be an affluent and wealthy couple. While people would think that she was very fortunate, all this really did to her was take her freedom away. A whole new identity had been forced on her ever since.

Meek and docile yet soft-hearted and hardworking – that she became. 

Trapped in expectations, Winter worked herself to death in order to be deserving of her position as the successor. Pressured by her family, she had to follow everything they said. Deprived of the freedom to decide, she was forced to marry someone who was older than her by seven years – and worse, a flirt of all things.
 
Winter worked very hard but only to lose everything after her adoptive sister took the spotlight away. 

Everyone claimed her to be incapable of being the next head of their family business, thus making the adopted daughter the successor instead. Her uncle only used her in the end. This was what they were aiming for all along – to manipulate her and steal her inheritances before throwing her out entirely.

Never did Winter expect that the first and last person who would at least pay attention to her at her worst was her husband, Marcellus. 

Flirtatious and playful yet detached and secretive – that he was. 

Devilishly handsome, head of a business empire, known for many notable attainments, and chased by beauties – Marcellus is a man of perfection. Not once did he treat Winter like a wife, though. She was nothing to him, and so was he to her. But before she met her eventual demise, he was the only person who tried to help her. 

Yet it was much too late. 

The next time they met again would be seven years back in time – where they would be a scheming duo of a bossy high school girl and a submissive conglomerate president.

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[Warning: Mature Content]

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High School Again: The President's Secret Lady Boss

In all honesty, Marcellus had no idea where Winter would take him.


But since he did not want to beat around the bush anymore, he decided to go along with it. Her boldness to go straight down to business somehow makes up for her indifference to his attempt to make his standing clearer to her by abducting her. That plan of his probably did not even do anything to her in the end.


Out of all the places that Winter would take Marcellus, for some reason, she chooses one of the shopping malls that his corporation owns. He can't figure out what she's going to do with him here, but before he worries about that, he needs to have a last-minute make-over to avoid attracting a crowd.


And so, he had to take a detour at the department store to find something to disguise himself with.


"You really should've informed me about where we're going. I'm not with any of my bodyguards or attendants right now, you know. And I can't afford getting recognized in such a crowded place," Marcellus complained as he searched around an aisle for a pair of shades.


"It would no longer be a surprise if I told you, though," Winter retorted from behind him, making his brow twitch a bit.


"Surprise? What's the need of that? I own this place. How can I be surprised?"


"Well, I'm not talking about the place itself."


"Can you stop complaining already? Here, I'll just help you find something." 


That's when she grabs a pair of dark-tinted sunglasses and puts it on him without his permission. 


Much more than the fact that she did it on her own accord, he was taken aback to find her so close to him all of the sudden. As she reached out her hands to help him wear it, she drew near to him and left nothing but a small gap between them.


With that proximity, he gets to take a whiff of her vanilla-like, fruity scent - a refreshing fragrance that is far from those strong and mature aromas that he often smells from adult women.


"Hey," Marcellus called out, straight-faced.


"What?" Winter blurted out and tilted her head.


"You sure you didn't take me here to score a date on me?"


"This is a mall. What else would we do here?"


"Even if this is not a mall, the least I would want to do with you was go on a date."


With a small huff, she pulls away from him and puts her distance once more. She then turns around to leave, walking ahead of him while humming to herself.


"Buy that one. It looks good on you," she then said without looking at him, pertaining to the shades that she put on him.


That's when Marcellus remembered that Winter still hadn't given back the sunglasses that she stole from him back then. She never brought it up again. That gave him the impression that he probably still didn't know her enough to make her return it to him like she promised she would.


'It's true, though. I barely know a thing about her at this point.'


After Marcellus got to put on a disguise in the form a cap and a pair of shades, Winter proceeded to take him to their destination - which turned out to be a venue for a raffle.


It's located at the gaming-centered floor of the mall. People are gathered around this stall that sells raffle tickets from which they can win different kinds of prizes, including a luxury voyage on a cruise, a free trip on an island, a brand new car, a house with a lot, and many more.


He can't help but find the rewards too costly for this kind of raffle - it almost seems like a fraud.


"So, then... You wanna gamble?" Marcellus asked, unsure of how to react to this.


"Well, not really..." Winter trailed off before walking closer to the stall and falling in line like all the others who wanted to give it a shot.


"I took you here to show you something."


A Refreshing Scent