CHELSEA

I exclaimed in a drunken beer-sipping voice, "F*ck you, Mark! You are such a shitface! I shouldn't have trusted you." I broke up with my shitface boyfriend, and now I'm here at the bar. I caught him kissing my sister, Maxine. Shameless! Their actions are inhuman. They shouldn't have been called humans!

They are perfect for each other. They are both motherf*ckers!

I screamed as my tears started to pour, "You think if I leave you, I won't be able to find someone else and I'll end up as an old lady?!"

Although I am aware that people are staring at me, I don't care what they think of me at the moment. I banged the glass against the table, and it generated a great deal of noise. I don't care. I need to let out all of the rage I'm having right now.

"Mark, you stupid! Watch me instantly find a guy who I can exchange for you." I said to myself in a low voice.

In search of a man who met my standards, I cast a glance at every person in the bar. My eyes scanned the area for a while before I finally saw a man. My eyes landed on an angelic figure, and that was it—target spotted. In addition to his wonderful posture, he also had black hair, small eyes, a highly pointed nose, and the appearance that he smelt well. Shit! Today has been really fortunate for me.

He abruptly rose up and appeared to be walking towards me, which caught me off guard. I jumped up and welcomed him right away. I said, "Hey," grabbed his arm and held on to his shirt, but all he did was stare at me. He should be able to see my face clearly. I made sure of that. I grinned at him and said, "You are the most handsome man I have seen tonight. How about marrying me, Mr. Handsome?" I am positive that my charming grin will be enough to grab his attention.

“Let go!” he shouted in my face, as he continued to stare at me before suddenly pushing me.

As the force of him pushing me got a little bit stronger, I was thrown out like a garbage bag in the direction of two men. Fortunately, they caught me. Lucky me! They helped me get up and get my bag.

I was about to thank them when suddenly they touched my shoulder. It feels so weird as they massage it, like massaging a chicken before marinating it.

"Miss, how about you marry me instead?"

“Shut the f*ck up, bro. She’s mine!”

“How about we divide her? She is mine in the morning and she is yours in the evening?”

The other one laughed, as if he really liked the idea. “I never thought you were brilliant at this point!" they laughed, while rubbing my arm. I felt scared, especially as they gradually pulled me away. "Don't struggle, come with us..." they said to me.

I was going to scream for help when the handsome man intervened and took the man's hand off my shoulder.

He looked blankly at the men behind me and yelled, "Get lost!"

Am I dreaming right now?! Oh, God! His voice is so tender like a chicken — Wait! Why do I keep on putting chicken in everything I say? Oh well... But anyway, before I could thank my prince charming, I ended up losing consciousness from being so drunk.

-

As I regained my consciousness and opened my eyes, I suddenly felt a twinge in my sinuses.

Argh!

I decided to sit down and let my eyes adjust first because all I could see was too hazy for me to distinguish.

Where... Wtf? Where am I?! What's the matter?!

I looked around the room. I was stunned by what I was seeing right now. It is very clean and spacious. What place is this? This is definitely not my room. The room is too huge. Am I still in the hotel? But as I remember, the hotel room doesn’t look like this...

Wait — What time is it? Dad must be worried about me. For sure, dad is so done with me, I might get kicked out because of this! I immediately searched my bag and grabbed my phone.

Shit! It is already six in the morning, and in 30 minutes everyone at home will awaken.

I stood up immediately and looked out the window. Shit! I'm no longer at the hotel. Where the f*ck am I? I was surprised when the door abruptly opened and someone started speaking.

It was a man's voice asking, "Are you awake?"

I panicked and screamed, "Ah! Pervert!" I quickly ran under the covers in the bed, grabbed a pillow, and threw it at him. I cried out to the man in front of me, "Who are you?! What did you do to me?!"

I was nervous when he suddenly approached me and said, "Would you believe me if I told you that we did everything I wanted? You even seem satisfied with what we did earlier." I was taken aback by what he said.

I kicked him unexpectedly and hit his most valuable little bird down there. I blushed and lowered my face.

Shit!

Such an awkward situation. At this moment, all I want is to be swallowed into the ground.

He cried out in pain, "Ouch!" and, from the look on his face, it appeared to be a serious injury.

"Aren't you the one who was begging at me last night, asking me to marry you?" he said to me while holding his little bird.

FLASHBACK

"You are the most handsome man I have seen tonight… How about marrying me, Mr. Handsome?"

END OF FLASHBACK

“Ohh… Th-that one?” I didn’t know what to say, so I ended up bursting out laughing. “You really take that seriously? For God's sake bro, I am drunk! — Any...Anyways, I'm going home!" I shouted at him. I couldn't look into his eyes, so I immediately turned away.

He suddenly coughed, like he was trying to clear his throat. "Go back to your boss and tell him to stop sending girls to my bed; this trick won’t work on me."

"What are you talking about? What boss? What trick? Are you saying I'm a prostitute?!" I exclaimed angrily.

How dare he say that to me?! What an ugly jerk!

"Your face is too thick to speak such words. Me? Satisfied?! I am Chelsea Leigh Garcia and I'm not that low class of a lady if that's what you're thinking!" I said angrily. I grabbed some money from my bag and threw it in his face. "A thousand for this one night, think what you want to think, but I don't want to see your face again. Goodbye!" I quickly left that room.

-

Chelsea walked straight home to their house after leaving the Buenavista mansion. Chelsea arrived, but she was hesitant to ring the doorbell. "What if dad asked Mark to find me while I was away? What if he was here?" she questioned herself.

In spite of this, she promptly opened the door after gathering her courage. She didn't even bother to press the doorbell. Her sister and her fiancé were hugging as she opened the door and saw them. She immediately ran outside, but before he got far, her father suddenly called her.

"Chelsea Leigh ! Get back here! Where did you go last night?”

Her dad seems to have come from the garden. She wanted to continue walking and leave that house, but she couldn't, seeing how angry her dad was. She doesn’t have a choice but to return inside and face everyone, but before the conversation starts, Mark immediately leaves the house, not even looking at Chelsea.

"Chelsea, did you and Mark fight last night? We couldn't contact you last night and we found out that you wanted to cancel the marriage contract?" his father asked seriously.

Chelsea just looked at her sister, who was sitting next to her father, before answering, "Yes, dad." She answered straight forward.

"Go apologize to the Silva family right away; these kinds of marriage things can't be reversed. Have you even thought of that first before making a decision right away?!"

Chelsea’s sister was shocked hearing everything. She lowered her head and played with her nails because of how nervous she was.

"Dad! Mark and Maxine are hooking up, I saw it with my own eyes! Do you still expect me to apologize and continue the wedding as if nothing happened?!"

Because of what Chelsea said, her dad suddenly stopped, trying to sink everything in his mind. "Mark and Maxine? Is that true, Maxine? Is what your sister is saying true?" their father asked Maxine, but she didn't answer and seemed to avoid their father's gaze.

"That's why I don't want to continue the wedding, dad. I don’t want to waste my time marrying that kind of man. Let’s not joke ourselves thinking that everything will be okay and everything will work because it won’t!"

"I will talk to your sister thoroughly. And if everything you just said is true, I will send her to the US but the marriage will still happen. That is my decision. Remember, Chelsea, your marriage will grow both companies. Especially our company, you can't just throw it away. Think of it first. You are just shocked about whatever you are experiencing right now. But please, don’t ruin the plan…." her dad said, trying to convince her.

"Am I just a marriage tool, dad?" Chelsea tearfully asked.

"Tool? What do you think you are? You are my daughter, and you have the responsibility to help me run our company. So stop with all of those dramas. If you're going to ruin your marriage too, then you can get out of my house!"

"Fine! You were the one who said that. I will grant your wish, dad." Chelsea screamed as her tears began to surface. She left their home and took off running.

CHELSEA

Does my father actually view me in that way? Is he willing to use me solely for the sake of the business? What about me? Have I lost the ability to refuse requests for stuff I don't want? Am I not valuable enough to be treated with care first?

I have nothing. No family. No money. There is nowhere to go. Do I actually need to encounter this kind of circumstance in life? I just sobbed while walking and had no idea where to go.

I could feel the cold air. I'm getting cold, the sun is about to set and I need to find a place to stay or spend the night.

I started calling my friends, but none of them picked up. I had given up hope. I have no idea who to approach in this kind of situation. It seems that nobody is there for me when I am in need; perhaps that is simply the way life is for me. Am I unfortunate? Do I deserve this?

Suddenly, a red Lexus RC F pulled up next to me as I was beginning to lose hope. He slowly lowered the front window of his car. I was very surprised to see Mr. Maniac was the one who was driving it.

"What a coincidence. Destiny made us meet again," he said while smiling at me.

"It's you! What are you doing here?" I asked, looking innocent.

"Get in. I saved you last night and it's time you pay me back."

CHELSEA

We arrived in front of a ten storey building. What a huge building this is! As we got out of the car, suddenly there was a man approaching us and bowing his head as soon as he saw us.

What is wrong with this man?

"Follow me," Mr. Maniac ordered.

What did he mean when he indicated earlier that it was time for me to pay him? Will he offer me to the proprietor of this company? Oh no, what if he actually does sell me?

If the building's exterior is impressive, the interior will astound you even more. It is really inclusive. I examined the area as we passed each spot. He then pressed the tenth floor as we got into the elevator. Are we truly going to be the company's owner? When we got there, we went into an office.

"Wow!" I whispered in amazement. It is quite a large room for a normal employee. This must be the company's owner's office. Will he actually sell me to the owner? God! I'm growing anxious about what I'm thinking!

"Have you thought about it, Ms. Garcia?" Mr. Maniac asked in such a formal voice.

What's up with the mood swing? What makes him sit in the owner's chair, exactly? Are they close friends?

"...What?" I innocently asked him.

Did we discuss something that I don't recall? Or is he possibly trying to sell me? So, will he actually sell me?

"Hmm... You're going to do everything that I say. In short, you're going to obey me. As simple as that, Ms. Garcia," he said, and a slight grin showed on the side of his lips.

To be honest, Mr. Maniacs looks charismatic. I would have fallen in love with him if he wasn’t such an arrogant maniac. If only he wasn’t a pervert...

"Thank you so much for saving me the other day, but again, I am not that kind of woman. I am not an easy one." I said, confidently.

What does he think of me? Easy woman? Just because he is attractive doesn't mean he can have everything.

"But you thought I was an easy guy last night at the pub. Am I right?" he said to me.

I was shocked by what he said. After all, he does have a point. But I still won't agree.

He handed me something—a business card. [Red Chandler Buenavista - CEO] I was shocked by what I read. It seems that the thickness of my face is gradually collapsing. I just want to be swallowed by the earth right now.

If you really look at it, the arrogant guy I tripped over last night at the bar is actually the CEO of this huge company… I can’t believe this is happening!

"I seriously apologize for my actions last night, Mr. Buenavista. I was drunk at the time, and you're someone of such high status, and because of that, I definitely shouldn't have been so careless. I'm really sorry." I bowed to apologize.

"Are you sure you're careless, Ms. Garcia?" he asked. It sounds like he is joking.

Well, I am not in a state to laugh right now. I just placed my head in a pillory. What a dumb move, Chels!

"Mr. Buenavista, I'm not joking. I am really sorry for what I did. So please, if we don’t have anything to talk about, I will leave now." I said, turning my back to leave when he suddenly spoke.

"If you think about it, you'll see that this is a very beneficial deal for you, Ms. Garcia. In fact, this is not for free. You will get paid monthly." I was stunned by what he said.

He was right. I need money now. There's nothing wrong with accepting his offer, but I can’t just agree to this arrogant pervert man. He approached the desk and seemed to be taking something. A document. He came to me and handed over the documents he took.

I was stunned by what I read. This is a marriage contract.

He put his hand to his lips, scratching it while he was in his deep thoughts, and suddenly smiled, looking over me. "You need money, I need a marriage certificate. Isn't this a good deal, Ms. Garcia?" he said. "I'll give you a high rate and you'll be my personal maid. Those are the conditions," he added.

I looked at the contract he gave me. I spent a minute thinking about it, but NO! "Thank you very much for the offer and for your help, but that doesn't mean you can insult my dignity. I am a woman and not just a woman!" I said as I dropped the contract into his table.

"Pfft" he said, and started laughing at what I said. "Do you think highly of yourself, Ms. Devon? If I wanted to insult you, there are countless ways, but I did not because that is not what I wanted right now."

"Then, what do you mean?" I asked.

He walked closer to me and suddenly pushed me against the wall. "Don't worry too much about it; it's just a contract; you need money and I need a marriage contract," he whispered to the side of my ear.

We are in an awkward position right now. He is too close to me. I just turned my head so that our eyes wouldn't meet.

"Just last night you were so brave. You have even gone so far to ask a random man to marry you, but now you look so scared." He whispered again, but now much closer.

My hair rose up as his breath landed on my neck. Alcohol makes people bold, doesn't he know that? I'm probably drunk enough to be brave enough to do things I can't do.

He just stared at me blankly and then left to go to his table. He signed the contract and handed it back to me.

"Here," he said, while handing over the signed contract. “And here is your card that you can use. You will need it in the future.”

I took the contract and suddenly the problems I was facing now came to my mind. This is such a huge amount of money. $1,751 and all I needed to do was be his maid and act as his wife. I need to be brave. This is the only way I can start over.

"I will agree to what you want to happen, but I have one condition..." I gasped.

"Okay. You raised your conditions, and I'll do mine as well. I want you to clean up your messy relationships. I don't want to be like you, surrounded by rumors." he said to me calmly.

What?! That's my condition too!

"I'd say the same thing to you!"

I immediately picked up the ballpoint pen and signed the contract. After I signed it, I just threw the pen behind my back and left. Do you think you will be able to make me do things just because I signed as your maid? Tss! I will use my wife's card then… I won’t let you look down on me!

RED

She just threw away the ballpoint pen she used and stormed out the door. What a brat! I suppose it's time to put on my husband's act...

A few minutes passed, and I felt like drinking coffee. I took my phone and called Ms. Garcia, or should I say, my wife.

“Hello?” she answered on the other line.

"Make me a cup of coffee. No sugar." I ordered.

“What?! Are you being serious right now?! Why didn't you tell me earlier? I just got on the bus!” she said in a very angry manner.

"Then get off and run back here, and also, I really want to entertain the guests with the best sushi from the Japanese store in the city. It has to be here in half an hour!"

“Are you serious?! That's too far. That's in the south of the city. Even one hour is not enough to go back after buying it!”

"Make it happen!" I responded.

She then dropped the call, and I have no idea if she really obeyed my orders. An hour passed and she still hadn't arrived. I was about to call her when the door abruptly opened and spit out my wife, who was sweating while carrying what I had ordered.

"You're late," I said.

She just looked at me and placed the sushi orders on the table.

"I have a meeting this afternoon, and at 3:40, I want you to serve 20 bags of afternoon tea from the kitchen."

She has a different expression now that you can see it. Evidently, she was really irate. She appeared inflated from the mounting rage on her face, as if she were puffing up. She then went off again. Stamping her feet loudly.

What a cry baby…

It's just as much fun as I expected. It looks like I will enjoy being with her by my side. I immediately called my secretary to tell the Garcia family the news.

-

Meanwhile, the day ended with Chelsea doing everything for Mr. Buenavista. When it was over, she went home to take a rest. When she entered the house, she saw her sister, Maxine Faye Garcia, her youngest step sibling, in the living room.

Maxine suddenly stood up and faced Chelsea and said, "You just broke up with Mark and now you're flirting with the CEO? You're such an embarrassment!"

"I'm tired. I don't want to mess with you!" Chelsea answered.

Maxine was very annoyed when Chelsea turned her back and continued walking. She was about to yell at her when their father suddenly arrived.

"Chelsea, my daughter, where is your boyfriend? Didn't he come here with you?" their father asked happily.

Chelsea frowned at what she heard coming from her father.

"Isn't my sister mad at you, dad, because of what happened earlier?" Maxine murmured.

Their father just glared at her. Making Maxine stop and keep on silent.

"How about we invite your boyfriend to the house, Chelsea?" he asked his daughter, full of joy.

"Let's talk about this later. I'm very tired. I need to rest." Chelsea said and continued to her room.

"Dad, you told my sister to apologize to Mark's family. For sure, my sister is mad at you right now," Maxine said to her father.

Their father ignored her and suddenly left.

"How did she end up with a CEO that quickly? She just left home earlier, and now she's got herself a CEO…"

Maxine wondered to herself while feeling jealous and envious of what was happening to her sister’s life.

The tragedy in Chelsia’s life started. Her life was in the hands of the most evil person she had ever known, Mr. Buenavista. He orders her hour after hour, and because of the contract they signed, the girl can't whine or complain. All she could do was to think about the benefit that it would give her after the contract ends.

"You are moving very slowly. I just asked you to take out the trash, and you took one hour for that. Just ask the maids where the trash bin is!” Red complained.

This is now the life of Chelsia after days of being the personal maid of the great Mr. Buenavista.

Chelsea wanted to punch him in the face, but she couldn't do it because of the contract. She then took a deep breath to calm herself. "Yes sir," she replied, and stormed out the door.

RED

It was so obvious that she started to get so annoyed by everything I asked her. I just want to burst out laughing whenever I see her nose, which almost releases smoke because of how furious she is. I just gave her a simple order. Why is she whining like a baby? I think I should be strict with her from now on. I pay her to work and not to have a vacation in my mansion and enjoy her days.

An hour has passed and she still hasn't returned. How much trash did she take out? I only ordered that girl to throw away the garbage. How about I call her to do the laundry? Oh, maybe because she was so diligent, she went straight to the dump site to throw away the trash. I couldn’t stop laughing at my own thoughts. Suddenly, the door opened and my wife, who was frowning, entered. She's really cute when she's angry.

"Why did it take you so long to come back? I only ordered you to take out the trash and it took you an hour." I said, making a serious face. "Forget it, just pick me some white roses from the garden. You can probably do that right, can't you?"

She didn't answer and immediately left my room.

I smiled and peered out the window to see what her reaction would be when she got to the garden. The dog house for my pet bulldog, Blaze, is also there. I saw her enter the garden, and it only took a few minutes for her to scream.

"AAAHH BASTARD!" she shouted when Blaze suddenly barked at her.

I took a deep breath and muttered to myself, "Ahh, so interesting. How much longer can she endure?"

-

After an hour has passed, she is back here in my room. She then placed the white roses she had picked on the table. It looks like a storm has passed through it. It looks so ugly. I immediately stood up and approached her.

I held her hand, looked at it carefully, and said, "You don't have a hand disability. Why can’t you do your work properly? How come the flowers you picked are uglier than the trash in the trash can?” I asked her.

She rolled her eyes. "I'm very sorry, Mr. Buenavista. The dog chased me in the garden while I was entering the garden and the flowers were damaged. Who would be a dumb person to put a dog in the garden without a leash?" she asked in a sarcastic tone. "Did you know that there is a saying that a dog gets its behavior from its owner? That's why if the dog is not sane and like a madman that gets out of the cage and bites when it sees a person, the behavior is probably worse than that of the boss, Mr. Buenavista," she added.

I stared at her seriously and pushed her to the corner. "The time will come when you will also take care of Blaze and you're going to be his female owner, so if I were you, change your behavior and Blaze might get more insane than he is now."

-

Time passed and dinner was near. Mr. Buenavista ordered Chelsea to cook for dinner. She got so worried since she had never cooked a decent meal before. All she could do was fry an egg. After an hour in the kitchen, Chelsea showed up in the dining room, carrying the meal she had prepared for Mr. Buenavista.

Mr. Buenavista looks satisfied with seeing her show up and not setting the kitchen on fire. But when Chelsea placed the meal in front of Mr. Buenavista, he couldn’t control himself but to raise his right eyebrow.

Mr. Buenavista was so annoyed while looking at his plate. "You don't know how to pick flowers, you don't seem to be able to take care of Blaze either, and when it comes to cooking, you can only serve pork?"

"I'm sorry… I had never prepared a meal before and all I could do was fry an egg…” Chelsea mumbled.

* step * step * step * step *

Suddenly, a beautiful lady entered the dining area. She was wearing a black dress and sparkling jewelry. Looking sophisticated and elegant. Her eyes speak power.

"Mom?" Mr. Buenavista asked, and immediately stood up to kiss his mother’s hand. “I thought you were still in London. How come you suddenly came back? You should have told me so that I could pick you up at the airport.”

"What’s all the racket? Where did all your manners go? I received the news that you brought a woman into this mansion. Where is this woman? I want to see her…”

Chelsea immediately greeted her while the nervousness was evident on her face. "Hello, mother," she said softly while bowing her head.

“Mother? Who are you to call me mother? — Wait! Is this the woman you brought home, son?” Madam Buenavista asked Red. He then answered his mother with a nod. “You were joking, right?”

“Mother, I am Chelsea—”

“Shut up! Don’t call me mother. I don’t remember ever having such an uneducated looking daughter, and who are you to call me mother, you lowlife!” Madam Buenavista screamed at Chelsea’s face.

Chelsea was so embarrassed by the sudden scenario that she didn’t expect it to happen. She didn’t expect that Madam Buenavista would behave like this. From what Madam Buenavista said, she obviously knew how much she hated her.

Madam Buenavista was ready to take Chelsea out of the mansion when Red immediately stood up and blocked his mother. "She's definitely not your daughter; she's your daughter in-law." Red calms his mother.

Madam Buenavista was stunned by what her son said. There was incredible tension inside that room. Suddenly, Madam Buenavista started acting like she was about to cry, "My son is really grown up and dare not even tell me that he is getting married. Do I have no right in your life anymore? And why did you choose such a woman? Are you really messing with me, son? Why did you choose this kind of woman? She looks like an assistant! Do you want to embarrass me in front of my amigas?"

Red held Chelsea’s hand and smiled. He comforted his wife because he felt that Chelsea needed him now. "Although Chelsea has low status, I like her. Even if you don't like her, mom, please don't insult her. She is a nice woman." Mr. Buenavista said, defending Chelsea from his mom, but that only caused Madam Buenavista to get furious even more.

Suddenly the lady picked up a glass and threw it on the floor in a rage.

"You, you—you are going to treat Sofia like this? Son, that girl is nothing to Sofia. Sofia waited for you for so many years, and you're going to do this to her?" Madam Buenavista couldn’t control her anger and screamed.

Mr. Buenavista grinned and touched Chelsea’s face. “Don’t listen to her. You are the only woman in my life,” he said, looking at Chelsea. “Mom, please mind your behavior. You should not treat my wife like this. You are embarrassing me in front of her.”

Madam Buenavista took a deep breath. "Son, everything I'm telling you is just for you. It's just for your own good. That kind of woman with a small family background, go ahead, tell me how you can benefit from her family? I bet they can’t even offer land or property!”

"Are you saying that I have to rely on women in order to achieve anything, mother?" Mr. Buenavista looked at his mom with a blank expression.

Madam Buenavista was caught off guard by what her son uttered. She stayed quiet for about a minute. "I don't care, I don't want you to marry that woman. Quickly divorce and I will bring Sofia here. She is worthy of being your woman!" She was so annoyed that she immediately left the dining room and slammed the door, making a loud noise to the mansion.

CHELSEA

I didn't expect him to defend me from his mom earlier. He was so arrogant when it was just me and him, but when his mother came… everything about him changed. He was like a knight in shining armor with a stupid personality. Is he putting on an act? I'm here now on the sofa, hugging the pillow while staring at nowhere.

I was surprised when someone suddenly spoke. "Water," he said.

"Ah? What?" I asked him. I can see that he has just finished taking a shower; his hair is still wet and it is dripping on the floor.

"Are you stupid? To the point that you don't even know what water is? Nevermind, go take a bath." he ordered.

Why do people here get so annoyed so quickly? I was just asking him what he was saying. He just said "water!" How am I supposed to understand that? I am getting back to what I said earlier. He was not a knight in shining armor, he was a beast! Hmph! Such a bad attitude. His kindness was just a trial, now it's expired.

I stood up and went straight to the bathroom. It took me one hour to finish my bath. When I came out of the bathroom, I saw him in the study area reading a book. He is fun to watch. It was like watching an angel read. I just shook my head from what I was thinking,

Eww!

Why am I falling in love with this jerk! He was just handsome, and that’s it. No more to be proud of!

"Do I have to live here?" I asked.

He didn't turn around and suddenly answered. "Then why did you come over here? To steal?" he said in a serious tone while his eyes were fixed on what he was reading.

Huh? What? I'm just asking if I have to live here. Sometimes I really can't reach this person's mental capacity.

"As long as Mom is here and will not leave the mansion, you can sleep there or on the floor," he said, while pointing at the sofa.

What?! Is he serious?! He's going to make me sleep on the sofa?! Wow! What a gentle jerk!