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The night Zoran rescued me, he gently stroked my head.
Bit by bit, he helped dry my wet hair.
He looked at me, his tone soft and warm.
"Aria, you shouldn't be like this."
So he taught me, instructing me in business strategy, imparting all the knowledge he had acquired throughout his life.
But on the night I had learned enough and, blushing, confessed my feelings to him.
He got me drunk on a glass of vodka and sent me to another man's bed.
Later, he regretted it, and did everything in his power to take me away.
I laughed, reaching back to link arms with the man behind me.
"But Zoran, I don't want to leave now."

A Substitute For Pure Love

Elise looked utterly bewildered. When she saw me on the screen, she nearly lost her mind.


"You! It's you again! Are you determined to drive me into a corner?!"


I casually said hi to her, nonchalantly trimming my nails.


She gritted her teeth, then after a few seconds of silence, she suddenly softened her voice.


"What will it take for you to leave me alone?"


"Please, I'm begging you, take it all back. Just say it was all fake, please."


"When you left me homeless and forced to sleep in the park, did you ever think this day would come? You should know I'm the type who always gets even, and I have a heart of stone."


The private detective also left without a word.


Elise was left alone, collapsing into uncontrollable sobs.


Elise had completely lost face back home.


Her only option was to buy a ticket abroad to lay low for a while.


Chapter 8