Chapter 1

Fabiola slowly took off her dress and laid on the big four poster bed.

“Hey,Handsome.”She purred at the man taking off his suit jacket.

She was a bit drunk but she knew exactly what she was doing.

This was what she wanted.

When Fabiola Brosnan had found out that she had a tumor in her brain…she had cried for days and nights…

She had wished there was something she could do about it but the diagnosis had showed that it was too late.

She had only a month to live.

She came to a conclusion that she couldn’t just cry away the month…

At the end of her life, she did not want to leave too many regrets.

She had two goals at the moment.

To get bedded and to find her parents，

To find her parents, since she wants to know why they abandoned her before she dies.

Yet the first goal is comparatively easier.

Tonight,she had gone drinking at a club and at the same time,she had gone through all the men around trying to find the perfect man to take her virginity.

She wasn’t this kind of girl…the girl who throws herself at men but she couldn’t just die without knowing what sex felt like.

Being drunk, she was more daring than ever, and when she made her request to the man who was lying next to her, she did not expect the man to be even more impatient than she was.

And so it was that they arrived at the hotel.

Now,her body was singing with anticipation.

"Tsk tsk tsk, this man not only has a handsome face but also sexy body."

Fabiola exclaimed as she kept groping all over the man.

As her hands descended down his buttons and his chest was revealed bit by bit,the tremor in her fingers got worse and worse.

At the last button,the man took her hands away and impatiently ripped it open,the buttons popping free and falling somewhere on the carpet.

Fabiola looked at the bare expense of his chest in front of her.

Heat suffused her face.

Although she had seen some porn before, it was her first time to practice. As Fabiola watched dumbfounded at the man's forceful actions, she suddenly felt a little reluctant to continue.

But the man didn't give her that chance at all, and with one big hand he pulled her up, which bring tremendous dizziness to her. And the next moment Fabiola was pinned under the man.

"Ah! Wait ... wait." Fabiola struggled against the man's aggressively hormonal scent.

"You want me to wait?" The man's thin lips pursed into a straight line, showing that he was very displeased. The bump underneath him was getting more obvious, and the woman who dared to provoke him should be prepared to be punished.

"It's too late to regret it now."

The cold words sounded and without waiting for Fabiola to respond, the clothes on her body were quickly and roughly shredded. She glared at him, blaming him for not having any mercy at all.

Looking at the dress that had been torn into pieces, she was heartbroken since she had paid a fortune for this dress to get into such an exclusive bar.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, so she struggled to get up, but as soon as her hand reached out, it was grabbed by the man and held above her head.

Soon a sharp pain came from between her legs.

"Ah! It hurts ..." Fabiola unconsciously arched her back, the only thing she could do to ease the pain.

The man frowned tightly at this tight enveloping sensation, was this woman's first time?

He thought that a woman who was so open in the bar must not be a virgin, so he agreed to sleep with her.

Although being drugged, he is still the president of the Prestige Group, and he could get the best doctor, so Lorenzo had not wanted to get a woman for treatment. It was a coincidence that he was just about to walk out of the bar when this woman crashed into his arms.

The bodyguards around him were all shocked by the scene, sweat dripping down their foreheads. They all knew how much this boss hated women, and any woman passing within three meters of him, even if the carpet they had stepped on cost millions, was banned from ever appearing in his sight again.

And yet, this woman dare to pounce on him.

It was only a second before the bodyguards remembered to throw the woman out, but he was surprised to find that there was no discomfort in his body, but only pure lust rising up.

Previously, whenever a strange woman touched him, his body would become severely allergic, even go into shock. It was a secret unknown to everyone, except for the assistant who had been following him, Carlos.

He gave a wink and soon Carlos delivered the door card for the presidential suite of the seven-star hotel right into his hands.

Just as he entered the room, the woman pushed him impatiently on the bed.

The following intimate actions were natural. He unconsciously slowed down his movements and soon moans of pleasure sounded from the woman beneath him.

The room was filled with lewdness and Fabiola felt like she was lying on the sea, hanging and falling with the direction of the waves, comfortable and pleasurable.

She didn't know how long it took, but with a growl from the man, the room finally came to peace.

In the darkness, the man looked at the woman as she passed out, his thick brows knitted together. Why did this woman get to be the exception to his rule?

A bright light flashed and the man looked at the woman's wrist. A bracelet? He had seen this bracelet in his tutor's home. Then the man's eyes, which had been calm, turned sharp and frightening.

Fabiola shivered involuntarily in her sleep. She grunted and tried to pull the blanket back when a pain came from her wrist.

She tried to see what happened to her wrist, but she was too tired. In her daze she seemed to see a handsome face enlarged, but the man's eyes were fierce and it seemed like he wanted to crunch her...

Chapter 2

Fabiola felt consciousness return as if it was far away.

She opened her eyes and sighed feeling sensations coming back into her body…

And her body felt deliciously heavy and languorous.Strange new aches and pains were present in her muscles….

No not pain…it felt pleasant.

She looked around and realized that she was still in the suite.

The stranger was gone now…

She was happy he had left…

It would have been awkward to face him this morning.

She didn’t even know his name yet she had slept with him.

She didn’t feel any regret though…

Desperate times calls for desperate measures.

Her cheeks grew hot recalling that she did it.

She finally did it.

The stickiness in her lower body made her decide to take a shower before going in search of clues about her parents.

Fabiola got up just to see a small red dot flashing in the bag she carried with her, and boom! As if remembering something, she slapped herself violently on the back of the head.

Had she recorded a video of her having sex with that strange man last night? After her diagnosis, she had started recording her life every day with the intention of showing her parents what kind of person she usually was once they found her?

But ...that does not include videos of her having sex with men.

Oh! This is ridiculous, especially in the age of intelligence, where the database is likely to be hacked even if you don't publish it.

In the age of intelligence, no one has privacy.

With that in mind, Fabiola was ready to hit the delete button - but just then the phone beeped and she picked it up.

"I'll keep your bracelet. If you want it, meet me at Prestige Group."

"Scammer," the first thing came to Fabiola's mind was this is a scam message. The bracelet was as valuable as her life, how could she have lost it? "My bracelet is ......" on my wrist, before she could finish the word, she noticed that the bracelet that was on her right wrist was now disappeared!

Where is the bracelet?

She frowned and touched it to be sure that her eyes weren’t playing tricks in her.

But her bracelet was gone.

She quickly hurried into the bedroom and searched everywhere for it…

She tugged the duvet and mattresses…she looked under the bed.

She held her head,frantically.

That bracelet had been with her for as long as she could remember…

It was the only clue she had to finding her parents…

They had left it with her!

She couldn’t lose it! But as she rummaged through any corner of the hotel, there was no sign of it.

That's when she remembered the text message and she confirmed every word on the phone.

Yes, her bracelet had been stolen, and she had been threatened.

"I can't believe that such a handsome looking man is a thief! It's really a waste of his face." Fabiola couldn't help but spitefully curse, while taking a quick shower. Then she took a taxi to the address on the text message.

It seemed that this man had planned this beforehand, otherwise how could he have agreed to her request since he was that handsome?

She would definitely let him know what would happen if he offended her! Luckily, the video had not been deleted, and Fabiola smiled wickedly at the thought.

--

In the Prestige Group building.

"Sir, are you sure you're driving the right way?" Fabiola looked at the magnificent building in front of her and opened her mouth wide in shock. A thief living in such a luxurious place?

Before she could get used to it, a man in a suit, stood in front of her.

“Hello there…are you Miss Brosnan?”

She looked up to see a man with a polite smile on his face.

Her teeth clenched.

It appears he was waiting for her and he might know her purpose of being here.

Him and that psycho stranger had better cooperate peacefully…

This is war!

“Where is my bracelet?!”She barked.

The man smiled.”Mr Martini asked me to see you in.I’m his assistant,Juan Carlos but you can call me Carlos from now on.Please follow me.“

His assistant? This person looked pretty decent, Fabiola frowned...was the thief in a good position?

Whatever, she was going to get her bracelet back no matter who he is.

It arrived at a floor and they got out,Fabiola followed Carlos up to a door.

She looked up the door and saw a name inscripted on it.

“CEO: Lorenzo MARTINI.”

Carlos knocked on it.

“Come in.”A deep voice replied.

Fabiola had been inwardly puzzled since she had entered the building; she had assumed that the thief lived in some dark basement, not a luxurious building with expensive carpets. Besides, someone so rich would have no reason to steal her bracelet. Her bracelet was priceless to her, but to such a rich man, it shouldn't be worth as much as his own reputation. But it wasn't until she heard a familiar voice that she was sure of one thing - her bracelet had indeed been taken by the man inside.

No matter how powerful this man was, she was going to get her bracelet back.

The door opened and Fabiola felt an intense pressure as she walked in, and she looked to the source of the pressure: the man was dressed in a hand-tailored, expensive suit that set off his strong figure. He was even more attractive in his clothes than he had been last night, except his face was no longer amiable.

His hawk-like eyes were staring coldly at her.

No, she couldn't be afraid, she still got something on this man. Fabiola silently cheered herself up in her mind.

"Give me back my bracelet!" Fabiola straightened her spine and said coldly.

The man's sharp eyes swept to her. "Where did you get this bracelet?"

"It's none of your business. Give me back my bracelet. "She couldn't help but raise her voice again as if she would not lose to the man and look tough.

"I'll say it one last time, where did the bracelet come from?" The man frowned and his eyes became even more stern.

Having said that, the man abruptly got up and walked in her direction, and with every step he took closer, Fabiola felt unconfident.

"Refusing to talk? It's stolen, isn't it?" The man said mockingly.

Fabiola felt slapped, like a puppy whose tail had been stepped on. It was a secret she didn't want to bring up, she had a shady past, but she was forced to.

And she didn't have to give an account of her past to someone of such bad character.

"So you refuse to give it back to me?" Fabiola held her head up, her stubborn eyes not backing down in the slightest.

Touching the camera in her bag, she sneered. "In that case, there's no point in communicating." “If you don’t give me back my bracelet right now.I’ll post a video of us from last night.I know how bad you rich people hate scandals.I’m sure you wouldn’t want that.”

Chapter 3

The man stopped a few centimeters from her and she could see his strong pecs under his shirt.

It was so close that Fabiola didn't dare to breathe, she only had to breathe and the man could feel how fast her heart was beating at the moment.

"So, that's your last straw?" Lorenzo snickered.

The man's hot breath sprayed on her face and Fabiola tried to back away, but there was no longer a gap between her back and the wall.

" Carlos," the man said towards the outside.

Fabiola didn't know what the man was calling his assistant in for and she didn't dare to make a move.

"Introduce the young lady to some of the media, she has something on her hands that she wants to break." The man instructed to his assistant.

Fabiola's eyes widened, what did he mean by that?

Scaring her?

Fabiola clenched her fists and questioned, "You don't believe I have the video in my hands?"

"Why not? Of course I believe you came prepared." Fabiola was even more puzzled as she tried to push the man away, to find out what this man was trying to play, only before her small hands could touch his chest, they were clamped down by a large pair of hands.

The man lowered his head to her ear and taunted, "But, do you think, I'd be afraid?"

An electric current crawled up her spine and Fabiola pushed him away with all her strength, and just as the man froze, she quickly took her phone out of her bag.

The video she had imported into her phone long ago and had edited it on the way here to make sure she didn't show her own face so as not to expose herself.

She opened the draft box of short videos, selected the one titled "A night with the incompetent CEO" and put her finger on the send button.

“Give me my bracelet or I’ll press the send button.”She held up her phone and threatened.

Lorenzo's eyes showed mockery as he saw the video, but the expression on his face remained unchanged.

Getting all sort of threats from women weren’t new to him…they did all sort of things…cause all sort of scandals so that they can be his Bride.

No woman had ever succeeded in the past, and last night, because of the drugs and the woman's peculiarities, he had been distracted for a moment and had not searched the woman's background in the first place.

He had thought this woman was a trap set by his stepmother to find something on him, but the information showed that this woman was not even remotely related to his stepmother.

But he hadn't expected this woman to be prepared, so the bracelet in her hand must not be her own either. It's not as if women are so resourceful that they can't do theft.

The thought of this made Lorenzo's eyes as cold as freezing wind.

A video is not a threat to him, but to herself ... "Do whatever you want. "He urged.

Fabiola swallowed.

How can he be so annoying?!Well…she also had nothing to lose.

She was going to die soon and she wasn’t popular at all.

And he wouldn’t dare blame her for the consequences because he pushed her to.

She clicked the send button and took a deep breath.

She glanced at Lorenzo who had sat back in his place and was now looking at her as if she was a clown.

After all this, Fabiola felt her strength being drained from her body. She had the impression that rich people were most afraid of scandals, especially sex scandals, but this man was not playing by the rules.

She had to risk doing so, but the last card that belonged to her was gone... wait, all she had to do now was wait for public opinion.

She was waiting for him to give in and ask her to tell the public that the video was a malicious edit and not the truth.

Hoowever, the process was exceptionally torturous, she felt her palms sweating while the man remained graceful as a prince and she was just the clown who had come to please him.

It seemed like a century had passed, and just as Fabiola felt like she was going to faint, her phone started flashing ceaselessly as if it had been hit by a virus.

She opened her phone with glee, but those messages stabbed her heart.

“You bitch!How dare you spend the night with Don Lorenzo….”

She quickly hung up.

Who the hell was that?

Her phone rang out again…

This time it was a different number…

She swallowed and picked up again.

“I’m going to find you and oh you’ll be sorry for spending….”

She hung up again…

This voice sounded different from the first person’s.

Her phone rang out and this time,it was a different number again.

She slowly sat up.

How are these different people getting her number?

Well,a man like him must have a lot of admirers.

She didn’t expect that they had all dug up her personal information already.

Her phone beeped…

It was a text now.

Unknown:You had better stay hidden…when I set my eyes on you…you will pay for being that intimate with my man.

She swallowed as more texts popped in.

She was getting death threats now?

Oh God.

She had thought nobody would care to know who she was.

She had thought all the focus would mainly be on Lorenzo.

But now…everyone was coming for her…

It was as if she had committed a grave sin.

Fabiola's phone dropped to the floor; she couldn't understand the current situation... Even if no one really killed her, she would be spat on when she went out.

She almost forgot how harsh this society is on women, even if she was forced to have sex with men, she would still be labeled as a slut. Not to mention that this man was the president of the Prestige Group, and everything she did was considered a gold-digger who would do anything to marry into a rich family.

"What's wrong? What are you panicking about? Is that not what you expected?" Lorenzo looked at her as if he had known the result and watched her gloatingly.

Growing up in slums, Fabiola had long forgotten about dignity when she was a child, and she had seen something worse in order to survive.

What's more, her priority now was to find her parents. Since people on the Internet could find her number, sooner or later they would also how she looks like.

On such thought, she took a deep breath, immediately hugging Lorenzo's thigh and crying, "Please...I know you can take care of this...you have the power to...please...I will do anything you want."

Since he let her to spread the video, he must have a way to delete the video.

Lorenzo went stiff. He had seen different kinds of women, but it was his first time to see such a cheeky one. She acted like a fighter who wanted to beat him to death when she just entered, but now she bowed down so quickly... ju

That’s interesting. As if being reminded of something, Lorenzo who was always expressionless suddenly squeezed a meaningful smile.

“I could clear your reputation and even ensure your safety.”

Joy and hope shimmered within her.

“Really?”

“On one condition.”He announced.

She sighed. She just knew there’s no such thing as a free lunch, but what else she could offer to him?

Other than her sexy body...

Fabiola couldn't help but shiver at the thought of it.

Maybe he wants to...?

Chapter 4

"Marry me."

What? Fabiola's eyes widened again; she was like taking a roller coaster today. She thought she was going to be sold to some mafia boss as a bargaining chip for his business.

But she never thought that he would ask for this!

A marriage? And with her?!

Was he being serious right now?

She was seeking for a way to let these women know that she wanted nothing to do with him.

She wanted these women off her back and he wants her to be his wife.

She burst out laughing…

He’s just joking and why would he choose her anyway…

“You’re filthy rich…you can choose any woman you want for this joke…why me?”

"I guess that’s because you are cheeky enough. Your determination to fight me in spite of everything convinced me that you are not someone who gives in easily, and as you can see, any woman who has been involved with me has been attacked by other women, and most women can't handle that. But you, as tenacious as a cockroach, will be a perfect candidate taking the position as my wife."

Cockroach? Fabiola fell silent. Was this man complimenting or scolding her?

Although it was true that she would do anything to survive, marriage, in her perception, was only for people who loved each other, not as some sort of deal.

She had imagined countless times that there must be a prince who would see through her scruffy appearance to the purity of her heart, and at that time, all hardships could be offset.

But now the reality ...

Probably seeing her hesitation, Lorenzo changed his face all of a sudden. "Don't you want your bracelet back?"

Fabiola looked up at him. Of course she did! She could give up everything to get the bracelet back!

"Marry me and the bracelet is yours."

What a jerk! Fabiola gritted her teeth and cursed inwardly.

"Are you sure you want to marry me? I’ll put my words first, maybe I'll be a problem for you." Fabiola was used to hiding her inferiority complex with a bluffy attitude, and even though Lorenzo had told her clearly that he was only using her as a shield, she still felt she was not good enough for a rich man.

Not to mention that she only had few days to live. Although she used to like take petty advantages, making such a handsome man a widower at a young age is not her thing...

"Yes, or no? You tell me, and forget about the rest." Lorenzo frowned and said impatiently.

"Then what if I die in a month." Fabiola decided to tell the truth.

The room then fell into silence for a moment. See, which man is willing to marry a dying woman? Even the couple who have been together for most of their lives, if one of them is sick, the other one would get away, let alone this man who only wants to use her as a shield.

"Well, if you mind, I'll leave." Fabiola sensed what he meant by silence. She rubbed her nose and intended to take her bracelet and go out. Just when she turned around she heard the man's voice.

"Then that’s better."

Fabiola widened her eyes. What is he playing at? Lorenzo continued, "I can tell the public that you are the person I love the most, so I don't plan to get married again in this life. Once and for all, all the trouble is solved."

Fabiola soon realized his intention. She even wanted to exclaim, "good for you, bro!"

She didn't expect that by the end of her life, she had done someone a favor.

All her worries were disappeared, so Fabiola decided to accept the man's condition. As if remembering something, she raised her head, "But I have another condition aside getting my bracelet back.”

Hearing her words, Lorenzo gave her a look and nodded, gesturing for her to go on.

"Money. I need money." She announced.

Fabiola knew she was getting ahead of herself, that she was acting like a gold-digger who wanted to marry into a rich family, but she couldn't care less what anyone else thought, she needed better treatment.

She had given up on her cancer treatment since she came to Barcelona…

She had chosen to channel all the money she had left into looking for her parents…

Now that she had the opportunity to get everything she’s ever dreamt of….She would use his money to start her treatment and try to live longer until she’s found her parents.

“How much do you want?”He asked.

She nibbled her bottom lip.

“About a million.”She let out tentatively…

She could use that to get some treatment and more private investigators to hasten the process of finding her parents…

She was expecting him to start negotiating so she would beat down the amount but he turned and brought out a cheque book.

Her jaw dropped to see him write out a cheque for her.

He placed it on her hand as well as her bracelet.

“When should we get our marriage certificate?”He said.

She was still so stunned that she got such amount of money easily….in a twinkle of an eye.

“Anytime you want I guess.”Regaining her sense, she immediately flattered him.

“Let’s get it done today.After that,I would hold a press conference to announced our relationship.You only have to pretend to be my wife in public.”

“Sure.”She replied as she put on her bracelet.

Since she cannot reverse the future things, then accept and face them, which is her rules when she lived in the slums.

It is this motto that has supported her through many difficult moments.

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As she sat with Lorenzo in the City Hall, she began to hesitate again. That was sacred marriage!

In fact, when Lorenzo told her to forget about the rest thing, she was touched and almost cried. It was the first time someone had been that gentle to her. She had been used to relying on herself.

Although her sense told her that it was just a deal.

All right, Fabiola gritted her teeth. Now she got the money, but it wouldn't necessarily cure her, since her life and death were unpredictable, why did she bother herself?

Just as she was about to sign her name, the phone in her hand rang.

She stared at the caller ID.It was her doctor in Madrid.

“Excuse me,I need to take this.”She said to Lorenzo.

“Be fast about it.”He said,impatiently.

She nodded and walked off to a corner to answer the phone.

“Hello…”

“Oh Miss Brosnan…thank God it finally went through…I’ve been trying to reach you for days now.”

She swallowed wondering what the problem is.

“You do not have a brain tumor….you were misdiagnosed.We’re so sorry,Miss Brosnan.”

Fabiola slowly pricked herself to confirm if she wasn’t dreaming right now…

She looked at the 1 million dollar check in her hand and laughed bitterly. God, this is more like a premeditated scam plot. Even those scriptwriters in Hollywood wouldn't make such story ......

“Miss Brosnan?Miss Brosnan?Are you there?”

“You…are…are you being serious right now?”

“We’re so sorry for the pain and agony we had caused you for this misdiagnosis…we are so sorry.”He apologized,remorsefully.

Without waiting for Dr. Madrid's words of apology, she hung up the phone, and just as she was about to go back and continue signing, she stopped.

"I didn’t have cancer, then it meant there's no need for this marriage, not to mention that I had got my bracelet back."

She would sent back the check to the Prestige Group anonymously once she was settled. She wasn't taking ill-gotten gains.

Although she needed money to find her parents, she could make money with her own hands since she was healthy.

Thinking of this, she did not hesitate any longer and walked out of the City Hall ...

Chapter 5

"Ouch! You bitch, watch out!

"If you hit the baby in my belly, can you afford for it?"

As soon as Fabiola headed up and saw who she had collided with, the only word popped into her mind was, bitch.

It was her ex-boyfriend...Dante Ramos and beside him was her best friend well...she could say ex-best friend as well...Nadia Gustavo.

They hadn't been friends since Fabiola found out Nadia was in Dante Ramos' bed.

Fabiola rubbed her nose where it had been bumped and impatiently said, "Move, good dog." After saying that, she didn't even want to look at them.

However, when she was just about to go downstairs her hand held. "Fabiola, is that really you?" The man's voice showed how he was surprised at seeing her. But Fabiola only felt disgust at the moment.

She glanced at his hand that was still on her arm, resisted the urge to vomit, and withdrew her arm with all her strength.

She said expressionlessly, "Please behave yourself, Mr. Ramos. I don't want to get my clothes dirty with trash."

A man who cheats on his wife equals to trash, right? But it was also her fault for misjudging him.

Dante was the only man she had ever loved.

But it took her about six months to find out that he was having an affair with her best friend.

The excuse he had back then was that Fabiola refused to give herself to him…

The funniest part was that he dared to say he still loved her when she found out about his cheating, and he excused that his cheating was just an impulsive mistake.

Fabiola still remembered that she used to tell Dante that if he cut his dick himself then she would forgive him.

She still remembered the scared look on his face at that time, which was so funny.

While laughing at the previous scene, she couldn't hold back her sadness anymore. She then came to the city alone in tears.

Lorenzo was right, she was a tenacious cockroach. Being cheated on meant nothing for her, though she just didn't want to stay with them for a second anymore.

"Fabiola, what do you mean? Who are you calling trash?" Nadia suddenly rushed in front of her and questioned her.

"Whoever talking to me is the trash." Fabiola didn't mean to mention what happened before, but they wouldn't let her go instead. Then she could return to the mean girl she used to be.

Nadia sneered and soon took her phone out of her pocket. "I guess the real trash refers to the one who doesn’t have any dignity and sent her sex video on the internet just to marry into the rich family.

"Honey, I told you this woman must be Fabiola, and you still don't believe me.Take a closer look!" With that, Nadia handed her phone to Dante. Fabiola soon fixed her gaze on Dante. Although she had been premeditated that everyone would see the video, she was not strong enough to show the video to the man she once loved.

She had wanted to give her virginity to Dante, and it was ironic that he turned out to be the audience of her first sex.

"What’s wrong with the video?"

Fabiola had already prepared for the storm, but then she noticed that Nadia failed to open the file.

Fabiola was reminded of the scene she begged Lorenzo to delete the video. So he really did what he said.

"Come on, Nadia, I'm sure Fabiola must have had a hard time to do this." Dante said with his fake affection.

Fabiola could even expect how Dante with his hypocrisy will treat Nadia. She felt sympathy for Nadia, but then she thought it’s unnecessary to feel sympathy for a cheater.

She just wanted to leave now, thinking of Lorenzo who was still waiting for her signature, and if she didn't leave, it was likely that he would find out her disappearance.

Forgetting about the reason why Nadia and Dante were at City Hall, she took out her cell phone and prepared to book a Uber.

That’s when she was grabbed by someone again.

It’s endless, huh? She thought it was Dante again, but when she turned and saw the handsome face in front of her, she swallowed hard sheepishly.

“Dear, there you are.I’ve been waiting for you.”

Fabiola looked up at Lorenzo and her cheeks grew hot with embarrassment.

Had he realize that she was about running away?

Did he hear what Nadia had said to her?

She recalled that she really had to escape getting married to him but how could she now?

He was holding onto her hand tightly.

But when she looked back at Dante and Nadia.

She smirked seeing how shocked they looked…

Well…running away should be on hold for now.

Nadia couldn’t believe that her once best friend was standing hand in hand with Don Lorenzo Martini.

She thought she had caught Fabiola in the act and exposed her long-held pretense of innocence. But little did she know that the hero of the video was her fiancé?!

Why?

Why?

She had always been jealous of Fabiola and she thought she had crushed her completely by snatching her boyfriend away from her…

How could a man like Don Lorenzo Martini, who is the living embodiment of the male god, will fall for Fabiola, an ordinary bitch who grew up in slums?!

Dante stared at the locked hands of Fabiola and Lorenzo.

He swallowed feeling slapped.

“I had seen you walking away…did you forget any documents at home?Any document we might need to get our marriage registered?” Lorenzo asked her gently.

Although Fabiola couldn't help but shiver by his sudden change, to enrage the bitchy couple in front of her, she cooperated with the acting by holding his arm.

“I thought I did.But I have everything with me.”

He tucked some strands of her hair behind her ear.

“Let’s go.”He said.

Seeing Nadia grit teeth, Fabiola felt more comfortable than ever. It seems that agreeing to this man's conditions is not a bad thing.

Next, Lorenzo didn’t say anything about her attempted run-off or about Nadia and Dante…

He only made sure the marriage procedure went smoothly.

Fabiola was simply dazed as they exited the courthouse…

She was married to Don Lorenzo Martini now?!

Just like that?!

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