Hi I'm Married, But I'm Sleeping With My Boss

"Haru, today...you're finally going to take over the Yang enterprises and make your late family proud" Haru showed no excitement, infact, he was offended by how his aunt said 'late family' so casually like lying about who he was in the past was some kind of joke.

He ended up finding out his biological parents died. His cousin's felt he was given preferential treatment. Especially the oldest in their midst, Kris. His words that day of truth was a deep cut in Haru's c.h.e.s.t "Stop treating him like he's better than us! We've been tolerating this for too long. He's not even special, he's nothing close to that! He's not even our real brother! It's better of he just died along with his parents but I know that you mom, told them to leave him behind!"

He didn't know the Yang business was a struggle for power until he heard his cousin, Kris say "why does he have to be the CEO? His parents are dead and I have the family name!"

Haru didn't hold a grudge at all. Instead he was finally set free by the truth.

It was just a small dinner for influential family's and some politicians far and near. He went down to the hall way, where the guests were, exchanged greetings with some and headed for the door. 

He was stopped by his uncle and he noticed two other companions by his side. A girl and an older man. "Haru, this is Jin Shi, minister of health and this is his beautiful daughter, Ai jin Shi" 

"P.l.e.a.s.u.r.e to meet you" he turned after acknowledging and was about to take a step when his uncle took hold of his hand. Haru didn't want to stay there. He wanted to take a walk and try to clear out things in his head. "I need to go" 

"At least go with her" his gaze intimidated the young girl but she felt her heart beat fast along with those butterfly feelings. 

"Follow me" Ai jin ran after Haru. He was fast at walking and it was hard for her to catch up especially in her long dress. She kept running and panting loud. She knew he was trying his best to shaker her off, but if she could, she wanted to hold onto his soft hands and probably wrap her arms around him.

It was a beautiful night, the stars were shining bright and the pavement they walked on was reflected the dark blue glow of the atmosphere. 

Haru stopped walking once she hugged him from behind "Please be my friend!" She said with a faint tone. He didn't want to. It was normal for him to always be alone. After he'd been betrayed by the people he trusted the most he'd never taken a plea for friendship seriously. Moreover she was a girl, he'd only want what was in between her legs and nothing more.

She must've taken interest in him which was normal for girls her age but he was sure their relationship wouldn't lead to marriage even if their families were on good terms. If possible, he'd want to die alone.

The girl holding onto him was wasting her time. Did she know? Was she playing ignorant or was she just...no it was impossible for her to be that optimistic. Haru didn't believe in the love thing because he'd never fallen in love and being hopeful never got him anywhere in life... Apart from that one time he met that girl at the train station.

He'd always grown up with a feeling in his c.h.e.s.t. Some sort of curse that never allowed him to have human feelings all because of that one girl he met. It was funny because he didn't know what she looked like anymore, if she was still walking amongst the living or if she was looking down on him like the stars from above.

"I guess, I'll never know" he turned to Ai jin and kissed her.

Meanwhile...

" You're pregnant Mrs Luan " once meilin read that message, her heart leaped. And a smile crept up on her bruised face. I'm pregnant... It was perfectly fine for a woman her age. Early twenties lady that had graduated but was unemployed because of her relationship. Struggling to make ends meet without anyone's love or care. 

It was tough. After the loss caused by her husband, which still left her traumatized, things were always hard for her. 

She considered leaving bakano a million times but her husband would always steal from her savings. She couldn't fight back, it would always make things worse for her. 

She was weak, she didn't have the physical strength to counter him. That's why he'd always have his way on her and toy with her soul and body whenever he liked.

Meilin went through her things and stumbled across an old diary she kept when she was Still a kid. It was weird and surprising to find it there, especially almost fourteen years later. She opened it casually and flipped through some pages but one particularly caught her interest.

The play ground boy...

"Oh..." She chuckled but went back to her sad expression. Where is he now ? 

Why am I thinking about him all of a sudden ?

She asked herself. She never did ever since she got to her new life with her mom. She only acknowledged his care for her that day at the playground. She doesn't know what his name is and she could barely remember what he wrote for her to see.

She could only hope he was okay and still alive.

He was alive but he wasn't the same cheerful boy she knew. He had a good hear but he didn't let people know his soft side. He'd prefer people to always fear him, and take him to be someone uncaring. He didn't need the fame or attention. He wanted to be alone.

"Is this pose okay?" Ai jin asked. For some reason, her shyness irritated him but he didn't blame her much. She wasn't too used to  men, especially after he learnt about her all girl's boarding school and the all female workers in her family mansion, it was typical for her to always get nervous. 

The night he took her v.i.r.g.i.n.i.t.y, he was close to sleeping. She wanted to do it, but she made him feel like it was a r.a.p.e attempt no matter how slow he tried to be. In the end, he made love to her, painted her n.a.k.e.d body and added it to the collection of women he'd slept with on the same bed.

"I'm not a good guy" Ai jin still couldn't understand what he meant whenever he brought her up and why he insisted to paint her but her love for him always made her blind to the fact that he didn't love her the same way.