"How dare she? How dare she make me feel this way!" He inhaled sharply, "Yet, she is the most beautiful Witch I have ever seen." The once calm Mr. President didn't even know this wasn’t the last time, but the pure beginning.
Same tragic past, different pain endurance. One hid her suffering with her dark demons while the other exposed her broken sins.
Two broken souls are the perfect combination for the most heartbreaking story. One cold-blooded lived with the only purpose to seek revenge for her mother's death, while the other lived with a solid purpose to achieve her mother's past dream. As a result, the two sisters' shaped themselves by life itself.
Zong Mayleen or how everyone called her Ice Maiden. She was true to her own mystery. Nobody knew who she was or where she came from, but one thing everyone needed to know about her was, she’s been in hell and back. Yet, something about her pretty smirk tells she was the boss down there too and a terrifying tycoon up there. Beware of Ice Maiden, she was heartless to every single living thing.
Zong Ah Cy was Mayleen's younger sister, a beautiful piece of broken pottery. She was too emotional after the trauma of that night. She had spent most of her teens in the Mental Facility. Wondering in the middle of the line of life and death, if someday between letting go and holding on her deepest pain. Can she find herself again?
In the end, both sisters didn't know their purpose for breathing would be the bridge to experience life like any other woman in their youth. Romance? Knights in shining armor? Lies? Drama? Heartbreaking Love? Wealth and social class? Revenge?
Are these two sisters prepared for the most torn way to experiment what deep inside their heart's desire? Or These two would shield themselves towards the shattered world they live in?
"You are very interesting, Miss Zong." A fine strand of his straight hair fell close to his nose, messing up the perfect comb back, making him look irresistible.
Mayleen's smug facial expression looked at him as a curious fox and walked towards him. Mr. President sat there unmoving like a king waiting for his minions to serve him.
Those delicate hands caressed his chin, who had no time to react but looked up at those caramel eyes that he hated so much because it gave the illusion that she was born without a heart.
A sensual smile danced on Mayleen's face as she continued to contour the man's chin. "I can almost feel Mr. President likes the touch of this madwoman[...]" She whispered in his ear, her sweet breath crashed with his manly neck.
Hot Damn! He liked it!
The lingering scent that took place in his body, it left as nimble as it came.
Anger...disappointment? Consumed his collective self.
Hidden guards and secretary: "..." 'What did we witness!'
"How dare she? How dare she make me feel this way!"
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