"Why not wait for Mrs. Blair, Mr. Blair?" asked Drew.
Drew thought to himself, "Since we are at the university, why not go out with Mrs. Blair?"
"You go back first," said Sean without glancing at him.  
Drew finally realized that he shouldn't be there when Sean and Catherine were together. He thought that his boss might want to see his wife's activities.  
"Yes, sir. I have to go."
Sean was leaning against his car door, sending a message to Catherine, "I am at the door of the university. Get there ten minutes later."
As Catherine got off the stage, she received Sean's message. Ethel handed her the phone, "It seems that there is a message. I saw the notification pop-up."
Catherine read it and sent a smile emoji, "I'll be there in a second."
Out of curiosity, Ethel asks her, "Uh-huh, is your husband?"
Catherine smiles but said nothing. Her mind was with Sean right now, who's waiting for her at the gate.  
Cecil walked over and hugged Catherine, "Cathy, you are awesome. I am totally attracted. You look like a peacock princess dancing under the moonlight. It is amazing."
"Like a princess. Like an elf. Amazing! Cathy, your body is flexible," added Anna.
Everyone was surprised that Catherine could make many difficult moves.
Catherine smiles, "You are too extravagant."
"No. No. To be honest, you and your friend Sophia are awesome. You girls impressed us a while ago,"
Catherine's roommates also knew Sophia because she frequently went to the dorm to see Catherine."
"Sophia, are you excited?"
"Yes. I am very excited. But I can't make some moves very well. At first, my body is stiff, but later I get used to it."
"So do I."
Ken was not far away from Catherine. Catherine happened to see him. They blankly looked at each other.
Ken enjoyed the dance too. He was surprised to see Catherine could perfectly perform peacock dance, which was difficult and delicate.
Ken soon turned around and left.
Ken was a peaceful person, and he didn't care about the party. He just came to help someone and happened to see the dance.
Catherine can understand.
Soon, Catherine heard Pearl's voice again.
Catherine thought to herself, "It seems that Madison is going to perform. Let's see what she could offer to us,"
As the host, Pearl needed to conclude Catherine's performance first. Obviously, everyone loved her performance. Pearl had to give a lot of credit for the dance.
"Now. Welcome Madison Setwart, a freshman from Design Department class 4. A lovely song for all of you. Welcome!"
Catherine saw Madison wore a beautiful skirt, walking to the stage. As she was standing in the center of the stage, the music came.
"Quickly! Give me the lyrics," said Catherine.
Ethel immediately got the lyrics and gave her phone to Catherine.
Catherine heard All of you before, but she forgot the lyrics.
"Cathy, what are you going to do?"
Sophia understood and said, "Trouble comes."
"You know me," answered Catherine.
Catherine then walked to Elliot and grabbed his microphone, "I will give it back later."
"Hey! Damn it!" said Elliot.
Elliot thought to himself, "It was beneath my identity to be treated in this way."
Catherine pushed him away and said, "Could you just stay out of the eye line here?"
It was very well equipped at Kings College. Generally, when there was a party, there was a big screen behind the stage, and there were lyrics on it.
Madison was singing, "It is a long night..."  
Madison's voice was beautiful and crisp. Catherine made trouble and sang loudly with a microphone, "Will you come together? Do you still love me?"
"God!"
"Damn it."
"What?"
People started yelling.
Sophia's mouth quirked up. She knew Catherine did it and wouldn't stop.
"Is it her plan?" Sophia thought to herself.
Madison was disrupted, standing paralyzed on stage.
After singing a few lines, Madison finally calmed down.
"I want to keep you on my content, but I am afraid I will miss you. I miss you. I love you. I love you. I love you so much," Madison continued to sing.
"Uh-huh."
"Oh my god."
"It is terrible."
Catherine was not good at singing. Although some lines were easy to sing, she was out of tune.
Since Madison missed a few lines, she was unhappy, looking cold and dull.
Madison recognizes the voice and thinks to herself, "How dare she be! She disturbed me. She wanted to put me into an embarrassing situation,"
Madison continued to sing, "Love your curves and your edges. All your perfect imperfections."
When Madison was singing, she became more anxious. She was afraid that Catherine would interrupt her.
However, Catherine sang again, "Because I give you all of me. And you give me all of you."
Catherine recalled that she heard the song before when she saw the lyrics. Thus, she started to sing occasionally.
The audience started to protest, "Is it a dual? Wrong lyrics."
"Is it mixed with other songs? But she is out of tune. Terrible."
"Fashion style? It is totally beyond my imagination."
Madison was so angry that her face even turned pale. She grasped the microphone.
Sometimes, Madison stopped and turned to look at Pearl, "Why don't you help me? Why not bring Catherine away?"
Madison was more and more anxious. She would have planned to have a perfect show, but now Catherine destroyed everything. She felt shameful.
"How can she join the show?"
"I agree with you. Next. Next."
Soon, Pearl announced, "Sorry to interrupt. It was an accident. Now, let's enjoy it again. Please put the terrible melody behind."
Then Pearl winked at Madison.
Elliot grabbed the microphone and thought to himself, "Damn it! What are you doing? Make trouble?"
Madison pursed her lips, waiting for the background music.
She was still worried that Catherine disturbed her all of a sudden.
Catherine smiled at Elliot.
Elliot looked at her and said, "Don't make trouble again."
"All right. All right," Catherine smiled at Elliot and answered.
Elliot was anxious and held the microphone tightly.


The wedding day. A moment that most women treasured with but not with her.

She was poisoned at her own wedding day; Nathalia Carter died full of hatred for her father and fiance. How could she accept that they murdered her? 

Nathalia gaped at Evette Carter, her step-sister, who was now laughing at her stupidity. Evette is one of the culprits behind her painful death.

Demons. They are all demons. Nathalia thought in silence while she closed her eyes as consciousness abandoned her. 

With rage and tears, Nathalia cursed them and promised to take revenge if given a chance to survive.

Suddenly, God hears her prayer and gives her a second chance, and she was allowed to come back to seek revenge. This time, she will not be so naive. She becomes fiercer and eager to bring the justice of her own death. 

She would make sure they got what they deserved in this life. Revenge. Torture. Take everything they had. Make them suffer, ten times worse than what they did to her.

Along the way, her life changed when she met the notorious playboy- Spencer Davidson. He aims to take her as his woman and help her to fulfill her desire to take revenge. 

Love, Revenge, and Mystery played along the way. Giving her the most challenging part as she journeyed her new life.


VOLUME TWO TITLE: BILLIONAIRE'S REBORN WIFE

SYNOPSIS: 

He had money, power, and everything the world has to offer. He was willing to give it all to her, but he was severely betrayed, leading to his cruelty. 
She ran away from her wedding, which ended in her own demise and became her forever nightmare. She eloped with another man over the one who loved her. She was cheated on by that person who lured her into leaving her husband. 
 
It's late to realize that she was used as a scapegoat and was sent into prison, finally, she died with endless hatred. 

God gave her a chance to be reborn, and that became her turning point to cherish her husband, this time, she will prove to him she’s worthy to be his wife. 


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The hour passed by as quickly as it started. Every group was nearly ready and were now preparing their hearts to sing live.
The order was prearranged by the team to go from last to first; in other words, the civilian participant duo's, Will's, and then Sandra's team.
Surprisingly, the duo was quite cooperative during the round. The only disagreement happened when choosing the instruments, but otherwise, there was not any audible argument. Of course, it could be because there's an audience, but it did not appear fake to Avina.
"Time's up! Everyone gather around!" the host yelled out. He stood from the sidelines watching everyone the entire time. When he was cued, he stepped forward back in his act being as peppy as peppy could be.
"Is our first group ready?" He pointed at the duo. Of course, they were very nervous but managed a small nod at him.
"Don't be nervous! We'll cheer for you. Now, go take the stage handsome fellas!"
The both of them nodded once at the host, and another at each other determined to take the stage. Even if they fail, they will fail gloriously!
The surrounding light dimmed and a spotlight shined on them. One held a guitar, the other a keyboard. The start was bumpy with an inconsistent rhythm and disharmony, but slowly, it began to meld together. Soon, a boy sang the first verse, and following along was the second boy.
It goes with the truth that it wasn't the greatest performance ever, but it was great for a song made in an hour. It was a slow song with no heavy beat. The voices weren't exaggerated nor forced but harmonized quite beautifully. The lyrics were nice as if it was a song played in the midsummer.
As the last note dissipated into the air, a standing ovation was given. For pity or honesty, it was an ovation regardless. Many felt that even if they did badly, the least they could do was clap for them. But knowing that it wasn't as terrible, there was no need to be lackluster with it. They loved it!
"Wonderful! That was a great way to start things off!" the host rushed up to the boys and said. "Would you like to explain a few things about your song?"
They were hesitant to take the mic, but they felt proud of their song.
"I think that this song is perfect for those days you just want to relax," he stumbled over his words but managed to get through. Fine beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.
"Yes, like days where you just want to lie down under the clouds," the other added on.
They both nervously looked at the host unsure of what else of importance to say. The lyrics were on the spree. Both of them didn't know how to play the instruments, but at least they could press buttons and strum some strings. So the majority of their time was busy going to the audience to figure out how to make a melody, and the remainder whatever was for the lyrics.
"And, it's hard to play an instrument," the boy said, trying to find something else to say. At his words, he blushed. He could have said anything, but really!? This!? The whole world was going to laugh...
And someone did. The host. But he always laughed so it didn't feel as bad. "Of course! I was made to take violin lessons as a kid, but quit the first day because of how hard it was! So, I commend you both for making an original melody."
The two thanked him before going back to the others. Their hearts were a pure nervous wreck, but they managed to get through it. The others praised them for their song, and they felt a little more confident hearing it. Even if they lost, at least they knew they did a good job.
"And now for our next group! Will and Angel!" the host announced. "I wonder what the King of Pop will sing for us today. Of course, with Miss Angel."
The two of them walked up to the stage carrying their instruments. Angel had a violin, and Will held a guitar. He adjusted the height of the microphone before clearing his throat.
"This is a little song that Angel and I created. I hope you enjoy it."
Their song was about the tragic life of a boy who managed to escape the darkness to find the light. Unfortunately, before he could even savor it, the light had withered away. The agony was real, and Angel's violin skills only made it even more difficult to hold in the emotions.
Will's guitar added higher notes to Angel's soft ones creating the perfect harmony between them. The parts where there was light felt right, and the parts where there was sadness, Angel expressed it beautifully.
Angel did not sing for the entire song, but her emotions were conveyed in her violin. Will, as the proud singer he was, brought life to the song. His voice was unique in a very unexplainable way. Every note he sang was a note to be remembered. It wasn't until the song was done that everyone realized they all had tears in their eyes. Of course, everyone applauded at the end, and so far, it was the loudest.
"As expected of these two! It was simply marvelous," the host walked up. Even if he cried a couple of tears, he still had a show to continue! "I can't even express how wonderful that was. It was simply a divine treat for the ears!"
Will lowered his head to the mic, "I couldn't have done it without Angel. She was the one who did most of the lyrics. I just tinkered with the melody."
"Ah, how can you say that. Without your voice, it wouldn't have come out so beautifully," Angel took the chance to compliment him back. Attention was good -that was why she was here- but too much would backfire. 
"Don't be modest, you two. We all know how hard that must have been to create something so good," the host said while patting Will's shoulders. "Do you have any other words?"
The two of them shook their heads. All that needed to be conveyed was already sung. There was no need for extra words.
"And now, our final singers, Sandra and Wilona!"
Sandra nudged Avina's shoulders, "It's our turn now. Let's do this!"
"Yeah!"
The two walked up onto the stage. Sandra with her keyboard while Avina held onto her small triangle. Confidence oozed from their body fueling their performance. Even if they didn't win, they had to at least give it their best shot.
On the stage with hundreds of eyes looking at them, and thousands more when broadcasted, Avina felt her legs grow cold. The light shining down on them obstructed her vision of the people sitting a few meters away, but it didn't stop her from feeling their eyes on her. The expectations, the doubts, and the curiosity - Avina could feel it all.
"Just take a deep breath and hum," Sandra whispered. She knew Wilona wasn't used to this much attention. It wasn't easy to sing in front of so many people, but that's why she will sing and Wilona will hum. If anything, the attention will be cast on her instead of Wilona, hopefully, calming her down.
Sandra's hands glide onto the keyboard. Her actions were swift and well-deserving of the effort she must have placed in her practice. Not a single note was missed, at least to the people's attention. Everyone was raptured by her skills, but the moment she sang, everyone fell into a trance.
Her voice, comparable to Will's, had this slight timber to it that intoxicated the listeners. Her skills were slightly worse than Will's, but considering normality, she was a good singer. The lyrics fell onto deaf ears as everyone drowned in her voice.
Avina held onto her small triangle waiting for the right moment. At that point, she incorporated her humming into Sandra's voice. It wasn't noticeable at first, but the more people listened, the more they realized that something magical had appeared.
It meshed together with the other notes, but still appeared distinguishable. A slight airy flow was added to the song which, otherwise, appeared deep with Sandra's voice. The fanciful love it described was fully visualized by the audience, and everyone recalled their love.
Nothing was inaccurate about it. From the lyrics to the melody, it was clear to hear the perfection it could be with a few more hours of work. Typical of love songs, the genericness of it was clear, but it was also unique. Either way, very enjoyable.
And finally, to seal it off, the most important sound of it all, the last ding. It dissipated into the air riding the final notes of Avina's hum and Sandra's note. It was a clear sound that didn't cut through the air, but instead, brought a final conclusion.
"Just wonderful," the host muttered. His voice was soft, but his mic picked it up perfectly. It interrupted the air, but who was to stay that they wouldn't say the same thing out loud.
Seeing the host still left in a daze unaware of his small blunder, everyone clapped for the pair. It was a beautiful small song. Not as deep as Will's and Angel's but it captured a lovely vibe. The standing ovation was just as loud, maybe even louder than Will's team.
"I love you, Sandra!"
"I'm your fan now, Wilona!!"
Avina looked at the crowd hidden in the darkness. She couldn't see their faces but their cheers were more than enough for her to know they did a good job. She found her lips forming a smile proud of their hard work.
"Dayrise in the morning,
You stand there looking pretty.
What do I do,
When I'm in love with you.
You stroke my heart
Like a standing harp.
You make me feel all sorts of blue,
When I miss you, when I miss you.
The fireflies, they appear like moonlight,
Shining upon us dancing with height,
When I'm with you, when I'm with you.
You make me feel of sorts of things,
But I'm in love with you,
That much is true,
When I'm with you, when I'm with you."


| WPC #153 World of Villains Gold Tier |
How great is it to actually get a system and transmigrate to different worlds? But how unlucky is it to transmigrate only into villainesses...

Avina is a good girl with good grades, good looks, and good friends. Only thing is that she has princess syndrome. And now faced with an unfortunate, unwanted, undesirable death, she has a system and has to transmigrate into different worlds in order to live once more!

Hmph! This Princess is so good looking and beautiful! I have no reason to waste my precious hands to push a peasant!
I am so beautiful and talented, how can I hang on one tree! It’s not him who doesn’t need me, but ME who doesn’t need HIM!

System: Host, shouldn’t you flatter the target and gain good will?
Avina: It is beneath me to flatter a hooligan. Hmph!

Warning Notice: Content is PG; mild hints of inappropriate language but still safe to read :)

[SCHEDULE]: the goal is daily, the dream is double daily, the min. is 3x per week, Author Intro./Diary has more info

'Hmm?' For some odd reason, Lexi suddenly felt anxious for no reason.
"What is it~? Missing Mr. main task~?" Sensing the slight change of Lexi's peacefulness, Churu asked with great interest.
'Nothing.' Ignoring Churu's usual banter, Lexi shrugged the bugging feelings that suddenly struck her.
"Hey, hey, Lexi! Why don't you sing for us, eh??" Rika elbowed her with excitement as her brows moved up and down. Her face was a little flushed as she was drinking since the beginning.
Currently, Lexi, Rika, Elliot Gong, Arnold Shen and the crew of the movie were in a large KTV room. After their satisfying dinner, Rika had a great plan on her sleeves. She merrily insisted everyone enjoy and have a drink in the nearest karaoke bar -- her treat.
Of course, the crew was tempted with the word 'free'. Hence, everyone agreed without a second hesitation; Arnold Shen wasn't an exception.
Lexi, on the other hand, was surprised by Rika's carefree personality. Since Rika was extremely famous just like Elliot Gong, she expected her to be more modest. However, Rika's behavior while on set and tonight has a vast difference.
Was she always like this? 
Moreover, Lexi was in disbelief about how this whole crew treated each other. There was no contempt in their interaction, rather the whole atmosphere around them and Arnold Shen was light. 
Lexi worked into different movies but there was no such dinner as lively as this in her memories… Or, was it because she was busy cooking up schemes and missed all the fun in the past? After all, most of the movies Lexi worked on, Mia Chen was always there.
Regardless, the more Lexi spent the night with them, she gradually got used to it and watched them sing and dance like there's no one watching them.
"Yes yes! I heard Miss Yang has great vocal!" One of the writers of taming hearts sat near Rika chimed in. She as well was evidently tipsy with her beet-red face.
Staff number 1: "Oh, oh! Miss Yang, grace us with your voice!"
Staff number 2: "*whistle*" 
"Loosen up, Miss Yang and have fun! You've been quiet since earlier. Hehe!" Arnold Shen whom Lexi was the most surprised about cheered after hearing Rika's request.
Soon, all the attention was on Lexi which gave her a little discomfort. It's not that she was shy or anything of the sort, she was just adjusting with this environment.
After swallowing hard, Lexi awkwardly nodded her head. "Alright…" 
"Woohoo! Go bestie~!" Rika's face brightened up and already regarded her as 'bestie'. Whether she was a little drunk or not, Rika undoubtedly liked Lexi more and more. 
Regardless of her scandals and the harsh accusations, what's important for her was, the Lexi she knows wasn't near to those articles. Also, she was probably the most real gal she worked with. Hence, the sudden giddiness.
On the corner, Elliot Gong was also having fun talking with another male artist. When he heard Lexi awkwardly spoke, his attention was caught. He already expected her to keep her quiet throughout the night as he was somewhat used to her lack of participation. However, hearing her agreeing to their request, he was mildly surprised.
'Really? She's participating and didn't reject them outright?' He thought inwardly.
"Great! Great! Rika will sing for us next! She will showcase her talent!" Arnold Shen heartily clapped his hands in delight.
"Alright alright! Since I'm in a great mood, I will sing!" As shameless as she can be, Rika instantly agreed without anyone's forcing her. She didn't even give others a chance to speak as she already seconded Arnold Shen's request.
Some of them who already heard Rika's singing could not help their face but twitch. Subconsciously, they had one thought in mind, 
'She was waiting for this for sure. Good gracious, our dear ears!'
---
"What do you want to sing, Miss Yang?" One of the staff inquired.
"Uh," Lexi pursed her lips, undecided what song she should pick. 
Seeing that she was undecided, the staff smiled and offered, pointing at the song title, "How about this song?"
"Oi oi, you only want to listen to your favorite song, eh?" The staff beside the one who suggested the song dissed.
Lexi glanced at the song title before she nodded. Since she knew the song and was undecided about what she'd sing, Lexi agreed with the request as it saved her the trouble.
Lightly tapping at the mic with her index finger, Lexi cleared her throat. She scanned her audience that was anticipating for her to start before she meekly smiled as the song began.
"I'm done hatin' myself for feelin'
I'm done cryin' myself awake
I've gotta leave and start the healin' 
But when you move like that, I just want to stay~" 
The moment Lexi started singing, everyone was unconsciously drawn with her soulful voice. What's more, her slight facial movements were too perfect.
"What have I become?
Lookin' through your phone now, oh, now
Love to you is just a game…" Lexi knew this song from months ago, however, she was too busy with herself and never appreciated its lyrics. But now, it somehow reminded her of a particular man and the old Lexi Yang.
"Baby, how do you sleep when you lie to me?
All that shame and all that danger
I'm hopin' that my love will keep you up tonight~" The more Lexi continued the song, her voice became more emotional. For a specific reason, the lyrics were the words she could not express before.
"Oh no, how did I manage to lose me?
I am not this desperate, not this crazy..." Indeed, this song represented the old Lexi.
As the song continues, Lexi could relate to it. It was her love journey in a nutshell. After all, Morris Liu didn't introduce Mia Chen to her, it was Lexi who found out about it because of her former fiance's cold treatment and suspicious excuses. 
As Lexi finished the song, her eyes traveled through her audience's faces before her eyes softened. 
"Boohooo~! My bestie!!" Rika was the first one to snap as she sobbed. She abruptly stood from her seat and hopped towards Lexi. She then hugged Lexi as if she was comforting her friend albeit, she was the one crying.
"You poor thing, come here!" Rika added which made Lexi's brows twitch. 
"Waaah! Sissy! I want a hug too~!" Just like Rika, Churu was sobbing as she joined the group hug.
'What? Why are you crying too?' Puzzled at these two crying babies, Lexi asked Churu instead. Although it affected her, Lexi sounded emotional because she felt bad for her old self -- and not whatever inside their mind.
"Miss Yang, Miss Rika seemed she hadn't moved on with her recent breakup, so she's crying." One of the staff commented as he teased the kind celebrity.
"Shut up! Huhu!" Rika responded with a glare at the person who commented before burying her face to Lexi's shoulder again.
"Ohh… it's okay." Lexi awkwardly tapped Rika's back as she wasn't used to this kind of situation. "Let's sit first okay?" Lexi then offered and after a second, Rika nodded.
The corner of Elliot Gong's lips curled upward watching this unfold before his very eyes. He shifted his gaze to his phone when Lexi and Rika returned on their seats.
[Enjoying the night here! Look who sang^^ please send my fee to my bank. Ty ^^] 
Elliot Gong composed a message and attached the clip he recorded while Lexi was singing. Without thinking twice, he sent it with a sly smile.


COMPLETED
The downfall of the infamous white lotus, Lexi Yang led her to the only escape she knew -- SUICIDE.

Born with a golden spoon, having all the privileges being the young miss of the prestigious Yang family, Lexi Yang was the type of person that whatever she wants, she gets. However, fate must have challenged her the moment she fell in love with the domineering CEO of Liu Empire.

Alas, just like in every romance novel, Morris Liu fell for another woman who's kind, fragile, and gentle. 

Due to her intense desire to gain Morris Liu's love, she has done extreme vicious deeds. But in the end, everything backfired on her.

Now, on her death moment, just as her vision went to a pitch-black abyss, a cute minion voice was heard.

"Chuchururu~! CONGRATULATIONS! Your viciousness score surpassed the preliminary test! To receive full access to the 'otome love system', here's the initiation main task -- make your ex-fiance's best friend fall in love with you!"
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Soon in another ten minutes, a car halted just next to Jacob. From one car a driver, while from the other car a guard stepped out, bowing a little, looking at Jacob. 
Jacob smiled and pointed her finger at Emily. "The lady here has injured her foot. Please drop her back to her house. One of you can drive her car, while you both can then come back in our car." 
"Yes sir!" They both spoke in unison.
Jacob then walked towards Emily and bent down. "Alright Emily. I will make you sit inside my car. I had a good time with you. Thank you for all your help. It means a lot." Jacob smiled holding out his hand.
Emily shook his hand and then looked at the boy who had once again picked her up swiftly in his arms. "I had a good time too!" She blushed again.
Jacob quickly made the girl sit at the back seat of his car and waved his hand at her. "Bye! Good night!" 
"Bye! Goodnight!" Emily waved back with a sad smile and Jacob closed the door. Soon the car drifted away and Jacob gave a sigh of relief.
He quickly sat on the driving seat of his car and took a few seconds to switch on the ignition. "Was the girl actually boring or I have just stopped liking anybody's company after being with Isa!! Gosh! I felt so uncomfortable at her touch. As if, she was trying to seduce me."
He started driving towards his house, thinking all this while about Isa. Will she patch up with Cho? Will she ever see me again? What if she calls and says that she is staying the night with Cho! 
Several thoughts were revolving in his mind and he quickly switched on a song in his playslist, to avoid stressing out himself. He shifted the songs, untill a perfect song appeared, and he started singing the lyrics again, feeling every word. He opened the windows of the car yet again and the cool breeze hit him rapidly, making his hair dance around with the lyrics of the song 'Let her go'...
Well you only need the light when it's burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her go
Only know you've been high when you're feeling low
Only hate the road when you're missing home
Only know you love her when you let her go
And you let her go
Staring at the bottom of your glass
Hoping one day you'll make a dream last
But dreams come slow and they go so fast
You see her when you close your eyes
Maybe one day you'll understand why
Everything you touch surely dies
'Cause you only need the light when it's burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her go
Only know you've been high when you're feeling low
Only hate the road when you're missing home
Only know you love her when you let her go
Staring at the ceiling in the dark
Same old empty feeling in your heart
Love comes slow and it goes so fast
Well you see her when you fall asleep
But never to touch and never to keep
'Cause you loved her too much and you dive too deep...."
Jacob once again played the same song, setting it on the repeat mode. He was now singing the song loudly, in a sad voice and halted the car just outside the gate of his mansion.


Volume 1: When Love Happens
Volume 2: The girl under Red Umbrella

Love is never planned, It just happens.........

Jacob, the sole heir of "Miller group of companies" was crestfallen and heartbroken! 

His father died and his child-hood sweetheart dumped him. Having no reason to live, he decides to end his life, only to be saved by a girl, Isa.


Fate makes them meet again and again, until something unexpected happens and Isa becomes a virgin mother, tying them together with a fine string!

*************

After Jacob finished the entire bottle, he looked at Isa's face. "I don't like you at all!" 

Isa looked at him too and smiled. "You are the first guy telling me that! I like it!"

"You are so wierd! I am telling you that I don't like you and you are not feeling bad about it!" 

"It's because, I am not born to impress anybody! So,why don't you like me?" 

"You are not my kind of girl. You are too wild-spirited and kiddish." Jacob looked at the girl's face, noticing her beautiful blue eyes!
***********

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At 10:00 a.m., the audition started. 
Yan Su went into the studio together with Ye Yunyang and Pei Wei. 
Near the French window, was a long table. A group of people were sitting behind the table. Li Ming was sitting in the middle, and the producer and assistant directors were on the sides. 
Usually, the three singers would look on the name board on the table when they arrived, but today their eyes were attracted by a young man beside Li Ming. 
That young man in a white shirt had deep sunken eyes and a perfect nose. His delicate lips were pressed together, into a beautiful arch; his hands were on the table, spinning a pen. Tall buildings and the blue sky were seen through the window behind him, making him look like an elegant, nobleman, who came from an oil painting. 
Yan Su's eyes widened in surprise. 
She couldn't believe the man who was in the elevator with her earlier, was now sitting in front of her with Li Ming and so many other famous people in the film circle. 
Earlier, he mentioned that he was working on a new film. Was that Li Ming's film? Why didn't he say a word about it before? 
Mo Liuxi raised his eyes and gave Yan Su a bland glance, as if he didn't know her at all. 
She was a little unhappy. 
However, as she gave it some thought, she realized that it was inappropriate for him to let the others know that he knew her. If he did that, the others might think she pulled strings to get the audition. 
Li Ming laughed. "I knew the people wouldn't look at me today, especially the little girls. It's because Liuxi is sitting here. They will stare at him." 
"Totally." He Jian, the producer, smiled and replied, "We middle-aged people are here to make him look even better." 
Mo Liuxi raised his head and said, "Shall we start? A lot of people are waiting out there." 
"You're right." Li Ming nodded, then looked at Yan Su and the other two singers. Afterward, he said to Ye Yunyang, "Yunyang, I'm sorry that I made you come here and compete with the others for this chance…" 
"I understand. You are always serious about your films." Ye Yunyang smiled generously. 
Li Ming nodded and continued, "I hope all of you understand that if I don't pick you, it's not because you are poor at singing, but because your voice doesn't match our theme song perfectly. You are all good singers. I was going to invite you one by one, but as there are only three of you, I asked you to come in together, so this competition can be fair. You will be able to learn about each other's work. So now, please hand in the lyrics that you wrote." 
Yan Su and the other two singers handed in copies of their work. 
When she handed her copy to Mo Liuxi, he took it without looking at her. 
The director and the producer had a short discussion. Afterward, Ye Yunyang said, "I have composed music for the song. I hope that you can hear me sing it." 
"Oh." Li Ming raised his eyebrows and said, "Sure." 
Ye Yunyang sang a part of the unaccompanied song. Yan Su was highly impressed. Ye Yunyang was an experienced singer. His voice was deep, and the melody was beautiful. As he finished, Yan Su saw many people nod and praise him. 
Li Ming started the applause. "Good. Your lyrics are composed of simple words. I'm surprised they sound beautiful when becoming a song." 
"Em." Mo Liuxi nodded, then quickly glanced at Yan Su. He said, "Miss Yan, I see that you brought your guitar. Are you gonna perform for us as well?" 
Being reminded by him, Yan Su hurriedly nodded and said, "Yes, I've composed music as well." 
Li Ming was surprised, while Pei Wei got anxious. She was the only one who didn't compose music. "Director Li. I wasn't required to compose music before. You only asked me to write the lyrics…" 


It was supposed to be a perfect deal in which both parties got what they needed. However, after the child was born, he tore up the agreement with discontent and told her, “Who said that we'd only have one child? I want twins! Twin brother and sister! You’ll continue giving birth to more children until you bore me a pair of twins!”
Luosang was beyond endurance. “Nian Junting, damn you…” she raised up against him, “Nian Junting, is this fair to the pure love in your heart?” 
Then, a marriage certificate was thrown at her. 
He landed on her, slowly curved his lips in a smile, saying, “Aren’t you my pure love?” 

Amanda adalah sosok cewek maha perfect, cantik dengan senyum yang manis, juara umum di kelas dan menjadi favorit semua siswa di sekolahnya. Banyak siswa yang mendambakan supaya bisa menjadi kekasih siswi hyperthymesia ini

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Amanda adalah sosok cewek maha perfect, kecantikannya yang membius berpadu dengan senyumnya yang manis. Gadis penyuka warna kuning ini adalah siswi baru yang menjadi juara umum di sekolah dan menjadi favorit semua warga sekolah. Banyak pemuda yang mendambakan bisa menjadi kekasih siswi hyperthymesia ini.

Dia adalah seorang author online yang terlalu terbawa ke dunia fiksinya karena yang terjadi sebenarnya berbanding terbalik.

"What if we put the piano beat before this verse and put this melody right after that and… and then what? Damn it! It's not going in the right direction." He tore the paper out of the book, scrunching it up, he threw it in trash, and failing as it fell on the rather large growing pile of scrunched up papers. 
He was exhausted. The comeback was around the corner but he couldn't get this last song done. He wanted it to be perfect, different from his other songs. A mix of softness with moving lyrics.
Yoongi was a producer, song writer and a rapper at a very young age of 26. Releasing albums after albums which were pure hit. Pressure keeps increasing after every hit album to be better than the previous ones. And this time he was pushing himself hard to his limits. Trying something he never did before.
He laid on the couch in his studio trying to get some rest and clear out his head.
*Ring Ring~*
The ringing of his phone caught his attention. Cussing out a series of profanities he got up to pick his phone that was lying under the table, aftermath of the tantrum he threw some hours before.
"I swear Somin this must be something important, you are disturbing me in working hours." He said while crouching down to slip his hand through the small gap to pull out his phone from under the table. 
Finally taking the phone out, he looked at the screen to see a familiar name of his Fiancé, bracing himself for the nagging he was supposed to listen, but everything changed and frown appeared on his forehead, looking at the Unknown number appearing on the screen. Thinking it was one the fans or saesangs. He wanted to decline the call but just in the moment he pressed the green button.
"Hello?" the person on the other side said in a small voice. "Is this suicide hotline?"
The question surprised him but he kept his mouth shut. It wasn't his business that whatever this person does with his life.
"No, this is not. I think you got the wrong number." Yoongi replied in a monotone which was quite harsh and regretted the second later. He's being rude to the person who is about to commit suicide. The least he could do is be polite.
"Oh. I'm sorry. I might have made a mistake." His voice was shaking by the end like he was trying hard to control his sobs. Something clenched in Yoongi's heart. "I just wanted to…."
"Kill yourself?" Yoongi asked.
"Yes but it shouldn't interest you. Sorry for disturbing you." By the end yoongi was sure the person on the line was crying.
"You are a human. You want to kill yourself. I think you need help." Yoongi stated. Something in the boy's voice pulled him so he continued the conversation.
"I'm no longer human. I don't have any right to live." Came the determined reply. "I have no right to live."
"If you called the hotline that means you believe someone can help you."
"It's not like that I just wanted to talk to someone before I die."
"Since you have already called me why don't you talk to me?" Yoongi replied as sweetly as possible. He would have surely gagged while talking in this voice to someone else even with Somin.
"You will talk to me? But I don't know what to talk or how to make friends? I never had friends."
"No problem. Let's start with names. My name is Yoongi. What's yours?"
"Jimin. Park Jimin."
"It's a really sweet name for a sweet voice."
"Do you really think my voice is sweet? Everyone told me to shut up because they didn't like my voice." His voice saddens.
"They might be pieces of shit to not really appreciate things because listening to your voice it's just…it's good." Being a little closed off and inexpressive person Yoongi had difficulty in complimenting someone.
"Thank you. No one actually praised me all my life and now it's a little hard to believe." He chuckled sadly.
"Now tell me what's yours age, Jimin?"
"I'm 17 years old and …you?"
"Well I am 26 years old which makes me your hyung."
"Cah-Can I coh-call you hyung?" he asked hesitantly in a tiny voice like I would reject him or insult him.
"Why not?" 
He heard an excited gasp from the other side.
"Hyu-Hyung...hyung ….it's just that… no one cares for me… they wouldn't even…"
The line became silent for a long while. For a moment yoongi thought the line dropped but it didn't.
"Let you what? Jimin you can tell me. I will keep your secret."
Seriously yoongi? 'I will keep your secret.' Since when do you care about someone else's feeling or their secret or anything in general? He scowled internally on himself.
"But it's okay if you don't want to tell me." Yoongi quickly added to make things less awkward.
"You will?"
"I will. You can trust me."
"Trust?" he scoffed. "If I tell you everything. Everything that forced me to take this step, will you believe me?"
"Why Won't I? I believe you." Yoongi stated to make him happy. 
The line went silent again but this time yoongi gave him time. He knew Jimin might be reliving those days so he gave him time to collect himself and decide.
"What do you do hyung?"
Yoongi knew it might be hard for him to tell his secret to a complete stranger so that's why he changed the topic. He respected that. He might need some time to be comfortable so he didn't push him. but why was he so curious to know that boy's life.
"Well I am a producer, song writer and rapper."
"Woah! Really? I wish I could sing. I wanted to but…"
An Idea struck yoongi and he wanted to try that. He hoped whatever he was planning might come as perfect. He hoped Jimin will go just go through it.
"Jimin! Will you help me? Will you do a favor for your hyung?" he said in a sickly sweet voice. The things he had to do for work.
"Yuh-you want my help?"
"Yes. Will you?"
"Yes I would love to. It's just nobody asked for my help before."
"Jimin I have been trying to write a song but I'm stuck. I need you to help me turn my lyrics into magic."
"Magic?"
"Yes magic. My words, your voice. I will tell you the lyrics. And you will sing that for me."
"I don't know hyung my voice-"
"Oh shut up. You got an amazing voice."
"Ok I will try…" he replied in a tiny voice
"Great. Let me just get the lyrics and the melody ready."
Yoongi frantically ran inside his studio. Going through the scrunched papers in the bin and setting up the recording while choosing the right melody for the lyrics.
"Done." He said as he completed everything. "Jimin, are you on line with me?"
"Yeh-yes. I'm here."
"Good. Now go get a paper and pencil very quickly, yeah?"
"Ok." Yoongi heard a little shuffling on the line. "Ok I got it."
"Ok now Jimin write down everything what I am telling you on the piece of paper."
"ok"
"The path that used to be familiar, it's now unfamiliar
Is this the path I know? I ask myself
What if she's looking for me?
I'm looking for you right now
 
Don't play around; I know you're right there
Feels like you'll appear, so I'm just waiting
I need to find you, I need to go
But tears well up and it's getting blurrier
 
I'm alright (I'm not alright)
I don't miss you (I miss you so much)
With words I don't even mean
Even if they're lies, I need to say it
 
My heart won't listen like I want
Come back, come back, come back
My other half isn't here so how can I live as one?
I don't wanna cry"
 
"Have you written it down?"
"I have."
"Ok now you need to tune it, I can't really figure out the perfect rhythm which would go with the melody. Would you do that for me?"
"I doh-don't know anything about music. I don't know how to sing. I cah-can't do this."
"It is ok Jimin you only need to try. I am not asking you to be perfect but just try. OK?"
"Ok. I will."
Yoongi started the melody for Jimin to listen and absorb so that he can find the rhythm for the song. Yoongi wanted a comforting song with a sweet melody but the lyrics weren't going with the flow of the melody and it was making him go bonkers.
Jimin tried singing the song a few times but he also couldn't find the rhythm and by that time yoongi was so stressed and hopeless. He knew it was useless to ask Jimin for this kind of help when he didn't even know the boy fully but still he tried his luck. It was useless. He wasted his time.
"Leave it! It's not working." He sighed while holding his head. 
"Oh! I am sorry. I told you it won't work." The boy's voice was shaking a bit. He was scared.
"It's ok Jimin. I forced you to do it. It's not your fault."
"Um hyung. Can I say something?" he asked hesitantly.
"Sure go ahead."
"When I was young my mom used to sing a song to me. She wrote it herself. Every night she would sing that song as a lullaby. It was my own little sanctuary. I believe that th-that song wih-will go with the melody you made. Would you la-like to listen to it?" Jimin asked hesitantly. Never in his life had someone allowed him to speak up and when someone did he was very scared he didn't want mess it up. He didn't want make his only friend mad before he …. Leave.
"Uh…..Jimin if that's what you think….I think…go for it I am listening." At this point he was open to any kind of ideas from anyone.
"Ok. I am starting."
"Alone, I sit alone
My mind's bearing me down
Bet you don't know
When the pai-"
"wait. Wait. Wait. Jimin let me start the recording and melody. Sing along with it. Alright."
"Ok."
Yoongi couldn't believe his ears. The song's rhythm was amazing. Just after listening to the first line he knew it was amazing. He wanted to record it. After setting up all the recording material again he told Jimin to start again from the beginning so he did.
"Alone, I sit alone
My mind's bearing me down
Bet you don't know
When the pain began to grow
You'll never know
What you caused now
I know you're hurting 'cause you're mine
I just wanna blow your mind
(You) only know to leave
Driftin' far away from me
I know I said I'm alright
Easier to say I'm fine
Honestly all I...
Could do was to lie
I want you to be your light, baby
You should be your light
You will never be in pain
Tell me you would smile again
Now I want you to be your night, baby
You could be your night
Promise to make it right
Be honest with you tonight
I know you're hurting 'cause you're mine
I just wanna blow your mind
(You) only know to leave
Drifting' far away from me
I know I said I'm alright
Easier to say I'm fine
Honestly all I...
Could do was to lie
I want you to be your light, baby
You should be your light
You will never be in pain
Tell me you would smile again
Now I want you to be your night, baby
You could be your night
Promise to make it right
Be honest with you tonight
Will you promise me right now, oh-oh
Every time you feel all alone
Several times a day, oh-oh
Don't throw yourself away, oh-no
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, stop for a moment
Oh-oh-oh, come and take my hand
Oh-oh-oh, promise me now
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh"
As soon as he ended he broke out into heart wrenching sobs which yoongi wasn't sure how to comfort the boy. On the other hand Yoongi was over the moon as he found what he was looking for. The key, the lyrics, the melody, the beat everything just fits so well like the melody was made just for this song. Yoongi knew he shouldn't be using the boys lyrics just like that without giving him credit but that boy was about to commit suicide. He was about die. As soon as the thought hit his mind he felt something pull in his heart. He didn't even know him but saving someone is humanity, right? And the boy who was crying on the line was young, so young. He deserves a lot. He deserves to see the world. Yoongi wanted to know his past. He wanted to help him genuinely. Talking to him from the past 2 hours he realized he cared for this guy. It reminded him of his past. He also sometimes wanted to give up but he strived. Yoongi was still in his thought when he heard Jimin speaking after he calmed.
"I had a pretty normal and happy childhood. Every day after school mum would take me to the park. She would buy me popsicle on the way home. When dad used to come home we would play for hours until mom called us for dinner." He laughed humorlessly, "but everything changed. I was 12 when my father lost his job. Mom was a simple house wife. She didn't know anything but still she started to work at someone's house as a maid. For some months it worked out fine. Father also kept searching for another job but he couldn't. Due to stress he started drinking. He became an alcoholic. The place where mum used to work fired her when they got to know about my father's condition. Father used to come home drunk. He started beating mom. By that I was 15 but I still couldn't do anything to save mom. I felt really bad seeing my mom covered in bruises and wounds every time I came home from school. I started working in a store to earn money thinking maybe then father will be happy and stop beating mom but no. he used to snatch the money I earned and gamble with it. Some months back….he…he….I was ….I couldn't do anything."
Jimin broke out in to heart wrenching sobs. He was wailing, hic cupping, reliving the days. Yoongi didn't know what he was talking but he could feel it was tragic. It would be the reason he wanted to kill himself. This little boy has suffered a lot at a very young age. Yoongi could never imagine it. He could never handle it. He didn't know how to console the boy. 
"it's ok. Stop crying. Don't tell me if you are not able to do so. Yeah? Do not hurt yourself by recalling the past. It is gone for a reason. No need to chase it."
"NO! no I want you to know the truth. So when I die I know there was someone who believed me. Please listen to me."
"Jimin. I am listening to you. I am here for you and most importantly I believe you. I trust you."
And yoongi wasn't lying when he said that he trust the boy. He really did. Sometime you only need a moment to judge someone. At this moment yoongi promised he needs to save the kid…ANYWAY. He can't let him die.
"Thank you so much. So I- I was at home that day. I took a leave. Dad didn't know about that as usual he was drunk that day. I heard shouting from downstairs. It was getting louder. Father was screaming at mum, calling her….bad names. I didn't want to interfere. I was a coward. I wanted to save her but I couldn't. I heard a gunshot. I had. And I saw…. I saw ….he…. mum….there was blood….." he let out a defeated sigh. "He killed mom. I was so enraged. I picked up the knife…."
"Oh no Jimin. I am sorry. Did you? With that knife?"
"Yes I did it. I thought I freed mum and me from him. I stabbed him again and again until his body went lifeless…. But it was late, too late. Mum left me too. I was arrested for their both murders. But I dint kill mom. They let me go as it was a case of self-defense. And when I came back home I was alone. I had no one. Child support was still paying for my living and school but my school mates did make my life easier. They called me a murderer. Which now I realize is true. I'm a killer. I killed my family. I have no right to live. I'm a monster." he screamed.
Yoongi wanted to shout at him. He wanted to tell him he was not the monster but his father was. He was just trying to save his mom. But he was petrified. He couldn't say anything. This boy just went through a lot. But yoongi promised himself something. He will save that boy no matter what. And a promise is a promise. He couldn't even imagine what the boy was going through all this time.
"No Jimin it wasn't your fault. They are all wrong. You did not kill your family. It was-"
"Stop lying. I know it was all because of me. And now I am supposed to die. Yes I have to leave right now."
"No Jimin no. no one deserves to die. Whatever sins they do it is not in the hand of people to decide someone's fate. At this point you can't think straight. You've been driven by your crazy mates to take this step. Please don't do that." 
Never in his life yoongi would have ever thought to beg in front of someone but he have to. He can't let this boy go.
"I have decided my fate. And nobody can change it." Came the determined reply.
"Ok Jimin. It's your life I have no say in that. But can you at least tell me how are you going to do….that?"
Yoongi hoped that this would work. He had his fingers crossed. He's going to let him do what he wants but in his way.
"I will drown. I will jump in the water. There is a river near my house."
"Ok. Now would you do one last thing for me. For your hyung?"
"....yes…."
"Then please don't drown. Do you have sleeping pills?"
"Yes. I have those."
 
"Then please take those. Please do that for me. In that way I will be beside you talking when you….you lose consciousness."
Yoongi heard the Jimin shuffling around which he assumed he would be finding pills. And then he heard gulping. Yoongi's eyes widened. Shit!
"Jimin how many did you take?"
"Does it matter?" he asked happily.
"Yeah it doesn't. But do you want me to be there for you when you leave?"
"Yes. I like talking to you."
"Then tell me you address I will reach there."
"I- you …"
"Jimin don't you want me beside you when you…go?hhmmm?"
"I do but very sleepy. mmm" he sighed
"No Jimin stay awake. Wait for me. I'm coming. Tell me your address."
" Busan, Busanjin-gu, Gaegeum 2-dong, Hyundai I Apartment,218." 
"Busan? Ok. Ok in coming. I'm ending the call now."
"Ok. I will wait for you hyung."
Yoongi quickly ended the call and dialed for someone else while picking up his car keys.
"Hello!"
"Hello is this 911?"
"Yes. What's your emergency?"
"There is a boy in Busan, Busanjin-gu, Gaegeum 2-dong, Hyundai I Apartment,218. He has taken sleeping pills. He is trying to commit suicide please save him."
"It's ok sir. The ambulance is on its way. Don't worry we will save him."
"Thank you. Thank you so much. Please tell me about his condition. I am reaching there."
"Sir as soon as we get any information about him we will contact you."
"Ok I'll be waiting."
Yoongi was praying. Praying for Jimin health. Praying for him to be alive. 'Please God let that boy live' he kept repeating the praying like a mantra inside his head as he raced his car towards the airport. And in that moment he took a decision and hoped for the best to come.

Suffering through his life 17 year old Jimin called suicide hotline before ending his life but by mistake he called Yoongi. What has life done to him to take this step. Will Yoongi be able to stop him or Jimin will lose his life?

On a warm night, in Baxley, Georgia, Max sat out on the roof of his parents house. His guitar rested carefully against the outer window pane. In his hand was a pen, scribbling endlessly on a notepad. His mind racing with lyrics that he couldn't figure out. 
Write. 
Scribble.
 It was a continuous circle. His frustration grew as the words he was looking for fled his mind.
"Damn it," he hissed. He sat the lyrics down and picked up his guitar. Strumming a few chords while looking at the lyrics, he shook his head. "... having to say goodbye...," he sang the lyrics out loud a few times before picking up his pen and scribbling yet again. This process continued for a while until his mom interrupted his train of thought.
"Maxi, don't forget you have that interview early. Make sure not to stay up too late," she sounded excited on the other side of the window. His mom always supported his dreams of becoming a singer/song writer. But his dad was less supportive. His dad always told him he was wasting his time chasing childish dreams.
Ever since he and his best friends created a band in high school, he's dreamed of nothing else. Music became a huge part of his life. It spoke to him and understood him. But that was something his dad didn't understand. So for the last 6 years he and his friends were trying to prove his father wrong. They practiced day in and day out and even started doing gigs at local bars. Their old high school even hired them to play live at a few of their dances.
One night, at a bar, they just finished their set and were met backstage by a manager of a music label in Atlanta. How they beamed upon the realization that all their dreams were finally coming true. The manager asked them to come to the studio and play for the producer of the company. They eagerly agreed and traded information. But the manager had one request. He wanted a new song before they came to the studio.
It had been 3 days since then. They had an idea on the music but Max was in charge of the lyrics since he was the singer of the group. Unfortunately, he was struggling greatly. He wanted to write something different from what they usually sang. He wanted a song with more feeling and emotion. Something everyone could relate too. What better than heart break? He knew what he wanted to write but the words got lost every time he started writing.
"Thanks, mom. I'll head to bed shortly. I just want to finish this," he smiled at his mom and she blew a kiss as she left his room. Max decided the song was as good as it was going to get. You can blow a blade of grass that's rooted to the ground, but it will not grow any faster. Or so he's been told. He liked that saying.
He'd spent days-on-end trying to create the perfect song. The band sounded good as they practiced non-stop over the last few days. The lyrics were good, but not perfect. But that's nothing. The whole point of this was to see what they could do and he was pretty ecstatic to prove to everyone what they had. All their cards were right there on display. All that was left to do; perform it correctly. That wasn't too hard.
Max laid on the roof for a while, watching as the sun disappeared behind the tree line. The sky had changed from a bright blue to a fantastic combination of oranges, pinks and purples. The wind blew through his luxurious blond hair. He smiled to himself as he relaxed for the first time in, what seemed like, ages. When the sky finally turned dark, Max climbed inside the widow and headed towards the bathroom to enjoy a shower before bed.
He took a deep breath as the hot water poured over his tense shoulders. The lathered-on bubbles were carefully washed down the drain as he stood under the spray for a while. After a while, the silence was killing him, so he shouted at Alexa to play his favorite country song, as he dried off and slipped on a pair of boxers.
The song floated through the house and his mom smiled as his angelic voice wafted downstairs too. She knew what this song meant to him. He had his heart shattered by his childhood sweetheart recently and the song he was singing along with is the one that helped him through it. His mom thought that woman had something to do with him wanting so badly to sign with the label tomorrow. Maybe this was his way to prove to her that he was more than she said he was. His mom placed a hand to her heart and hummed along as her husband wrapped his arms around her waist and swayed with her. Even though he didn't approve of Max's dreams, he still loved hearing his son sing.
Max continued belting out country heart break songs for a while before finally telling Alexa to stop casting and climbing into bed.
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Jayde just finished up some paperwork at the office and was on her way out the door when her manager, Mr. Oniko, stopped her and asked her to stay a little longer.
"But... Okay. What do you need me to do," she asked reluctantly. Her job had managed to take over most of her life. She was able to see her friends and family on her days off, if she wasn't called in. But she had no love life. She'd tried dating, but due to her crazy hours, Jon got sick of it and left her after 4 years. Her heart ached thinking about him even though she knew she was better without him.
"Just file these papers. I'm heading home. My kids have been driving the wife crazy all week apparently and she just called me to chew my head off," he huffed as he set the stack in front of her. Jayde watched as he stepped into the elevator, leaving her with a massive heap of papers.
It was 3 AM before she finished. As she grabbed her coat and draped it over her shoulders, she contemplated just staying at the office since she had to be back here in 4 hours anyways. She walked over to the couch and wadded up her coat like a pillow and laid down. Soon after her eyes were too heavy to remain open for a second longer.
Her 7 AM alarm blared in her ear, making her shoot up off the couch. She grabbed the extra dress from behind her office door and rushed to the bathroom before anyone else showed up. Jayde quickly changed and decided since she didn't bring extra panties, she'd just go without for the day. The dress was long enough, no one would notice anyways. She enjoyed the feel of the silk dress brushing against her bare skin. It left little goosebumps across her skin and made her nipples tighten.
She shook her head to relieve the thoughts and walked out of the bathroom and back to her office. Sitting at her desk, she decided to double check appointments for the morning and saw she had a band coming in in less than an hour.
8 o'clock struck and a tall man with blond hair and bright green eyes approached her. "Hi, there! How may I help you," she cheerfully asked as she walked closer to him. The man met her gaze and was taken back for a split second. She watched as he casually looked her up and down.
"Hey, I have an appointment this morning. I'm Max," he held out his hand. She was entranced by his voice briefly before grasping his hand and shaking it.
"Oh, yes! Mr. Oniko said he was expecting you this morning. I'm Jayde. I thought it was a whole band though? Are the other members joining us today," she smiled professionally at him. As he smiled back, her heart thumped loudly against her ribs, which confused her. How could a total stranger have such an affect on her?
"They are running a little late. We took separate vehicles and I think Jason woke up a little later than intended," he chuckled lightly, as if this was a normal occurrence. "Should I sit in the corner and wait, or is Mr. O available now?"
She smiled at him with her eyes slightly squinted which made his body heat up. Her red hair shined brightly in the lighting from above. "If you wouldn't mind taking a seat, I'll go inform him of your arrival. Thank you so much," she said over her shoulder as she walked away. Max stood there staring at Jayde's ass sway in the tight green dress that she wore. He smirked at himself as he thought her tits didn't look too bad either, the way they were pushed together. It looked like they were trying to burst through the fabric. When he couldn't see her ass anymore, he turned and took a seat.
Jayde made it to Mr. Oniko's office in no time and knocked on the door before cracking it open. He was at his desk, with his phone pressed against his ear and he sounded angry. "What the fuck do you mean you want to cancel the tour?! Are you nuts?! We've worked too hard to get where we are and now you just want to throw it all away," he growled in the receiver.
Looking up, he made eye contact with Jayde and raised his eyebrows. "Mr. Jaxson is here but the rest of the band is running late. What should I do," she waited for his response.
Covering the receiver, he whispered, "Get him into studio 7 and set up. He can practice in the meantime." Jayde nodded and closed the door again. As she walked down the hall, she couldn't help but think of Max's voice. Deep, yet soothing. It rattled her to the core. She leaned against the wall to compose herself before getting to studio room 7 and unlocking it.
After flipping on the lights and making sure the instruments in the recording room were all properly hooked up and plugged in, she headed to the kitchen to grab a pot of coffee and a few scones. She displayed them in the studio where Mr. Oniko would be listening to the band and verified that everything was good to go one last time before walking back to the lobby where Max waited patiently.
She stood there for a while admiring his gentle face as he focused on an article he'd been reading. The corners of his lips peeled up slightly, making his lips look even more delicious than they previously had. Just then, his eyes lifted, meeting hers and she had to quickly look away. What had she been thinking just now? Max Jaxson was a client. And soon-to-be famous at that. He wouldn't even look at such a plain looking woman such as herself. Picking up a stack of papers, she tried to compose herself before speaking.
"Miss, are you okay? You seem flustered," his voice came from right beside her. Jayde peeked over and saw he was leaning on the counter next to her, his breath brushed against the exposed skin on her neck. She couldn't help but close her eyes and inhale deeply before turning to face him.
"No, Mr. Jaxson. I'm perfectly fine," she smiled. "I was just getting everything for your contract ready. If you'd please follow me to the recording room to go over the paperwork while we wait."

Max enjoys creating music with his best friends from high school. But what happens when they get signed by a music label? He meets the sweet, beautiful, hardworking, Jayde. Will this be a terrific love story or the end of a tragic romance? Read and find out!

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