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

Marcellus remains in deep and heavy silence for some time - with Claude keeping him company all the while.


They are inside his office at the moment, having only returned from another appointment. For this particular portion of time, they usually discuss about their undercover work and surreptitious ventures. However, for this day, they have made an exception to concern themselves with a certain someone.


They need to pay attention to this matter and come up with a resolution as soon as possible.


"I've finished conducting an in-depth investigation. We already dealt with that fraudulent organization that has been hosting lotteries in a number of commercial establishments, and we are still in the middle of keeping an eye on their present activities. Furthermore, we found that they don't have any prior involvement with Ms. Agreste. Her records are clean, President..." Claude reported, giving out his findings.


"She is not connected to anything that can be considered as 'shady business' - or so how you called it."


"I see. Good work, Claude..." Marcellus commended before letting out a sigh.


"So then, this can only mean that Ms. Agreste has been saying the truth."


"She is someone from the future, huh...? I understand where your skepticism is coming from, and I think that it is only right to look further into her background like this. However, at this point, her evidences are starting to outweigh your reasons for not trusting her."


He had told his secretary about the issue and entrusted the investigation to him.


As it turned out, their once monotonous world of arranging paperwork, attending appointments and managing several enterprise entities was beginning to behold a whole new color - one that they never saw before. With the appearance of a time traveler, the stillness and poise in their usual stance in difficult situations have been a little perturbed.


Winter is an outlandish case to them - her existence is the first ever to unsettle them this much.


"I mean, she just showed up out of nowhere. I never saw her before, much less know her. But even then, she knew a lot about me. She even managed to sneak up on me several times," Marcellus began to rant, already reaching his wit's end.


"Sneak up on you? That young girl? Don't you usually know if someone is giving you a kind of attention that you can't tolerate? You can sense that sort of presence, right?" Claude pointed out.


"I do. As a Lexington, I had to. There's not a day that I'm not in peril, after all."


"Well, how were you not able to notice Ms. Agreste? And not even once?"


"Unless I see her, I will not know that she is there."


"I see. Then, doesn't this only mean that she's not a malicious person, President?"


Marcellus is taken aback by that supposition.


Claude had a point there - he never felt such a thing from Winter before. To him, she seems to be an earnest and zealous person despite her tendencies to taunt and mock him. He may have some trust issues and whatnot, but he can still tell that she really doesn't mean harm.


"So what if time travel is preposterously unrealistic? What truly matters here is her intention..." Claude continued to advise Marcellus, smiling a little at his look of surprise and enlightenment.


"No more complicated investigations, President. It's time to know more about her in a personal level."


Absence of Malice