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 took the lead from thereon and dealt with the aftermath of that event.


Because of what Violet did, he started to suspect the Miller's. There must be a reason why she did what she did - and he somehow came up with the idea that it had something to do with what was happening in that strict and secretive household. He would have to look further into this in the future.


However, in the meantime, he has another thing to handle.


"Vanilla frappe again? Is that your favorite or something?"


Apparently, Winter asked Marcellus for a reward for her hard work.


Thinking that he owes her the life of a potential business partner and that he is still guilty for doubting her all the time, he does as he is told. He takes her to a coffee shop and treats her to some sweets. Apart from rewarding her, he also feels the need to talk more with her.


With that, they settle down at a table beside the window of the coffee shop, sitting across each other.


"This is my stress reliever and comfort food. Have I judged you for liking coffee?" Winter retorted while indulging in her usual dose of her favorite vanilla-flavored dessert.


"I'm not doing such a thing. I'm just thinking of giving you another reward next time," Marcellus disclosed all of the sudden, taking her by pleasant surprise.


"Next time? Oh, so you're finally willing to work with me?"


"Well, yeah... I'm sorry for not coming with you earlier. It actually turned out to be worse than I imagined. I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if both of you happened to fall."


"To start with, I myself did not expect that the accident was no accident, after all. It did take place at the same place as I remembered, but I almost didn't know what to do when I found out what really happened. In some sense, it's kind of the same with what you've done - I didn't expect it either. You ran all the way there with all you've got. Thank you for that."


"I don't deserve your gratitude, Ms. Agreste. You're the one who should be commended here."


"No, really! The fact that you saved us at the last minute had more than made up for your lack of trust!"


At that, he couldn't keep himself from smiling at her.


She may be an outlandish case and an unsettling existence, but in reality, she really is only a girl. He should not take her lightly - yet at the same time, he should treat her normally. That being said, he should not be too on guard around her. Otherwise, she might choose to drift away from him instead.


"I kinda feel bad, though..." Winter started again with a sullen look, putting down her spoon for a moment and looking down on the ground.


"All I thought about was how the incident would happen so that I could prevent it. I never once considered what Ms. Miller must have felt that whole time, so I was really thrown off guard to find her in so much pain and agony - it's like she's suffering for a long time. Even way before."


Marcellus is kind of astonished by how compassionate Winter could get.


Her sympathy is unclouded, and her sincerity is far-reaching. Even though she herself experienced something that disconcerting and frightening, she didn't blame Violet for letting her go through it - sure, she'd been mad, but that's only another side of her kindness. 


"You shouldn't feel bad about it..." he reassured her and reached out his hand to pat her head, surprising her a little.  


"You did what you could. Besides, you said it yourself - you didn't know the whole story. The fact that you still did something despite that was commendable. You even went and saved her. At least now, we know the story behind all of this."


At that point, Winter is no longer sure what's really the reward here - that is, whether it's the vanilla frappe that Marcellus treats her to or that breathtakingly dazzling smile of his that he ever rarely shows.


A Treat as a Reward