After speaking for a while, I was winded, my worn out condition deeply concerned Laura as she placed her hand on my forehead, checking my temperature.

“Oh, my gosh!

Bright, you are burning with fever. Let me take you to the hospital. Your hunger strike has left adverse effects on your health.”

But I refused, regulating my breathing. I wished to discuss everything in my mind before anything else.

“It’s just a fever, Laura. Don’t bother!

Let me end this suspense for once. I won’t be able to rest without clear communication.”

From my early years of business, I had one principle to adhere to: Solve everything through dialogue!

No matter how difficult or unpleasant the situation was, I never left anything resolved, avoiding miscommunication. Only my heart knew how I had suffered in the loneliness of my room in the past weeks. The lack of connection was suffocating me.

Thankfully, Laura understood my point and nodded.

“Ok, fine. As you wish.

Then how did your protest end in that engagement, Bright? Did your mom threaten you?”

Laura’s words pushed a serious matter into my consideration, I was unaware of why she was calling Sienna my fiancé.

“I am not engaged to the Lockwood’s heiress, Laura. It’s just that I fell ill because of my hunger strike, so my dad forced me to surrender. He took me to meet Sienna to a gathering at our farm house.

I just walked with her to that party and left after ten minutes.”

it was Laura’s turn to have a heart attack, she clutched her chest and

“What?

met Sienna because of your parents‘ pressure, and the spokesperson of the Wilson family has announced

and showed me social media trends. My jaw slacked to see my pictures with Sienna everywhere. It didn’t take me

a business deal, not engagement,

introduce her to another dark reality

our parents agreed for a marital alliance, they released this news publicly to manipulate the stock market.

nothing to do with emotions and relationships.”

the power of greed, she spoke meekly.

of this business world; he always protected me

it wasn’t blissful ignorance. I should have

her head on my shoulder and sniffled, calming my soul

of me, Bright. It must be hard for

dirt on my clothes, only noticing my pain, her worry for me as a simple person swayed my

that she had never taken me as a Bright Wilson, an heir of the renowned political family,

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She was my home, a solace recharge my emotional battery and find peace, the one I had never experienced anywhere in the

some courage to move

that party, I had guessed that my parents would definitely spread some

my unease openly, confronting my dad, who

frustration, and banging my fists on the door of my room revolved in

heard my calls except my mom and dad. They turned

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