CHAPTER 14 (GAME AND PROPOSAL)

MIRANA

PARIS 4:00 am

My new plan had my purchasing tickets for a flight to the Philippines so that I could be with Marina. My private investigator sent me an email with additional information on Adam's past, which I had initially been unaware of.

It wasn't worth my time to send Marina a text message asking how things are going there and assuring her that I will be back. I want Adam to have a negative opinion of her, and I want Adam to treat her poorly.

It's possible that I'm being impolite to my twin, but you can't hold it against me. She is the one who should be held responsible for the deaths of our mother and father.

They will not lose their lives for no reason if she does not grovel and beg them to accompany her to that dreadful party. I didn't go with them because I have something essential to do, and I also didn't feel like coming to a party because I was being lazy, so they went to the party without me.


Only Marina was able to walk away from the accident that befell their vehicle just as they were about to enter their driveway. Both of our parents passed away at the scene, but our mother was already dead when we got there.

After hearing what had happened, Aunt Emily broke down in tears. She shared the details of what took place with me because she anticipates that I will inquire about it, and she felt that it was only fair that I be informed. When I found out that both of my parents had passed away and that Marina was the only one who had managed to survive, I felt a surge of rage.

As the tears ran down my cheeks, I had a sudden recollection of the reason why my Aunt had smacked me with all of her vigor for what I had said because of my wrath.

"Both of you, Mom and Dad! Why did you choose to part ways with us when you were so young? Marina! You should be the one to blame; if you hadn't bothered to take them to a party in the first place, they would still be alive. If anything, I'd rather have you die than THEM!" I yelled, and then I felt a hard slap land on my face that rang throughout the room. I dropped to my knees because of the force she'd provide from the slap, which caused me to call out for more.



"How in the world are you able to say anything like that to your sister, your TWIN sister, huh! Mirana! Nobody, absolutely no one, wants this! Even more so, we ought to give thanks to God that she is still alive. If your parents were to witness this, they would not be pleased with your behavior because you are being so self-centered, child."



As I recalled those experiences, tears began to flow down my face, but I quickly pushed them away in an angry manner.

I clamped my teeth together and told myself, "I will not be weak."

Adam is the one about whom I ought to be thinking; I had better hurry up and leave before it's too late.

I'm not going to let the fact that Adam is one of the most bachelor millionaires go unnoticed by me.



I adore Marco, but he is unable to provide me with the things that I desire. This is the only reason I continue to live with him. I'm not sure what brought it on, but when I saw the photographs of Mirana and Adam smiling and laughing together, I couldn't help but feel envious. It is time for me to leave, and I want Adam to come back.



Even though Marco is not present, he informs me in a message that he is running behind schedule for some kind of event, and I am aware that it is related to his work.

I pack my clothes in my travel bag and get the necessary things I need and not bothering to look back as I headed out.







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MARCO

I follow her as she walks as she waits for a taxi. The woman whom I cherished and loved the most is now the one who repulses me the most out of all the women in the world. My strategy is working wonderfully in my hands, but she is going to ruin everything. My idea didn't officially get off the ground until the day that I left for a meeting about something named thing, in which I just played a role.



I merely made up the chart that she saw on her computer to make it look like everything was going well with all of my companies and that they were expanding rapidly. She decided to engage a private investigator, and what a shrewd woman she is since she chose one who is in fact coveringtly working for me.

I had a conversation with the investigator to convince him to accept the assignment and tell me what she had instructed him to do. And I suppose that fate is confirming my viewpoint.

When I look at her, I can't help but notice how her angelic appearance and beautiful skin are complete opposites of who she is.



Despite the fact that she has broken my heart more than once, I continue to love her.

I hated myself for the fact that I loathed my heart for shouting her name over and over again, reliving the agony that she had caused me a few years prior. I hated myself because I despised my heart.



I couldn't stand how frequently my mind returned to her, whether it was by the hour, the minute, or the second. I couldn't stand it when she hid the fact that she was pregnant and that I was the father of the child she was carrying. But for the time being, I need to be true to my plans.



I watched her hail a cab until it disappeared from my line of sight, at which point I knew it was time for me to get to the airport as well. So it seems the drama has already begun.



As I made my way to my vehicle, the only thing I could think to say was, "Let the game begin, Mirana."