It was already the end of the story
He was trying to salvage things as much as he could, but what exactly could he really do right now? In that battle of wits, he was simply the looser.
But in actuality he was a narrow minded man who relished in the pleasure of knowing he took from the protagonist his woman.
To say she didn’t love him wouldn’t be true. After all the woman was dedicated to money like her life depended on it, if she couldn’t flaunt things left and right how could it do?
They were going to marry. For now, she was still his girlfriend. This was a business oriented book, thus Aurania hadn’t read it. Her friend had gushed about the details, she, this economic idiot was bored within the first five pages and instead asked her friend to summarize it since the woman wouldn’t shut up about the story.
Now she turned into her namesake, it was amazing in more ways than one. He gnashed his teeth and did as bid only to realize that his cousins had cheated him and fled with the money. The man would later drink himself until wasted and tumbling on the road, he would be mowed by a car.
The last throw would be his own girlfriend, rejecting him, packing her things and leaving, not staying lest she incurred her ex’s rage.
He was generous towards his woman, giving her everything she asked for, even now, her cards contained six millions inside, she had two villas he had gift and three sport cars, not forgetting the ridiculous amount of brands clothes and shoes and those insane jewelleries.
Hearing from her friend, it was a satisfying end for such a despicable character. Maybe it was because she didn’t read the book which had the view of the protagonist but Aurania couldn’t really find it in herself to enjoy the torment of this man.
“You sold the remaining shares you had to your friends?”
He had long stopped been an employee.
“I needed the money”
“Why didn’t you ask me?”
“Would you have given?”
Oh, so he did know what kind of woman he was going out with. He just wanted a trophy to display.
“How much do you have left?”
She thought at the time that she would negotiate with him, first, give him the money, then sell the things in her possession to raise some money, then they would share it sixty-forty. Shbe believed that he didn’t have a bad head on his shoulder, with this money, he could open a small business to support himself and if the male lead was making his life difficult then he could also laily live the rest of his life and of course she wouldn’t mistreat herself.
“I remembered what you said to him that day:…”
“Are you here to mock me?”
“I think I just
decided… to raise you.”
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