|1|. The Beginning of Nightmare

A man's long legs wrapped charmingly in expensive black trousers, stepped out of the car. A pair of feet in shiny black shoes stepped on the tiled floor of the restaurant's front yard with quite enchanting movements.

Standing tall right next to his shiny black car. All the staff could see his figure, which was like the prince of a cold night. He looked handsome in a plain white shirt wrapped in a long black coat. Straightening the position of the tie around his neck, a pair of eagle eyes stared arrogantly ahead—indifferently.

"Welcome Mr Pasha!"

Several pairs of restaurant waitresses and employees lined up neatly to welcome his arrival. They slowly bowed, giving a salute full of formality. Then invited the cold night prince to step into the restaurant.

Pasha, who hadn't smiled at all since the beginning, stepped inside with his arrogant charm. Some of the female employees couldn't help but scream at how handsome he was.

Inside, the restaurant's glamorous interior complements his classy, masculine appearance. Several points of shining golden light fell so charmingly on his handsome, stiff, expressionless face.

Colourful flower arrangements fill the right and left sides of the room in a stunning arrangement. A medium sized round table, looking quite elegant in its smooth white cloth. On top is a cup of intense rose scented candle, which adds a romantic touch.

Pasha pulled up one of the chairs and sat down. Looking forward, the chair that belonged to his dinner partner was still empty. He glanced at the watch around his hand, it was already eight o'clock in the evening.

"Five minutes" The woman had wasted his five precious minutes.

He waited for a long time, until exactly thirty minutes had passed. But the person who filled the empty seat in front of him still hadn't appeared. Clenching his fists, the corners of his lips twitched, smiling coldly, “Thirty-five minutes”

Nobody had ever made him wait that long. But this woman...

Raising his hand, Pasha jinxed the waiter to bring his order. Soon a man in a white uniform with a black ribbon came, carrying a tray on which were two goblets and a bottle of red wine.

At the same time, a girl wearing an elegant black dress appeared in the restaurant doorway. Her thin, fair and attractive face looked quite charming in her dazzling black pashmina. Stepping inside, the girl took each step quite slowly, walking with difficulty towards the table where they met.

That was because the pair of high heels wrapped her beautiful and slender legs, making her petite body look forced to rise. It was clear from her behavior that the girl looked as if she was not used to using this object on her legs.

This made her graceful appearance more like that of a careless young princess. Exactly..

Her unsteady steps almost hit one of the table legs. But the girl quickly corrected her position and continued walking as if nothing had happened.

The girl could feel someone's cold gaze watching her movements from a distance. It is sticky and sharp. Managed to create a strong cold air, which penetrated into the chest. Wringing her fingers together, she tried hard not to get nervous.

Until right at the last step, the girl was standing in front of the table which was dominated by someone's cold and dark aura.

"Excuse me!"

There was a clear voice that was quite small and soft, reaching Pasha's eardrums like the whisper of a mosquito. It was so subtle and was almost inaudible. Ignoring the girl's arrival, he only focused on the male servant who was arranging his luggage on the table. After that, the male waiter bowed slightly towards Pasha, asking for other orders.

Pasha continued to wave his hand, telling the servant to leave. Just after the male servant stepped back from the table, the girl standing in front of him seemed to nervously pull out a chair and sit down. Straightening her back, she flashed a faint smile at Pasha, "Sorry for my delay, sir!" Those small cherry red lips opened and said in a small voice.

Sir? The corner of Pasha's lips twitched coldly. Taking a bottle of red wine that the waiter had just brought, he slowly poured a little into his glass. Afterwards, he generously poured the drink into the girl's glass, only to be stopped—

"Sorry sir, I don't drink that!"

Pasha's movements were restrained, his eyebrows were knit together and his eagle eyes stared at the petite girl sitting in front of him without a word. He could see her cherry lips giving a small, awkward smile. The girl raised her hand towards the waiter and ordered, “A cup of chamomile tea, please.”

Pasha slowly placed the drink bottle on the table. Taking his drink glass, he took a small sip of the red liquid with his gaze fixed on the little girl in front of him. Looking cold and pressing.

"Sorry sir, just to the point. I will be honest with you tonight."

Pasha didn't expect the girl's guts to shrink at all. Many people after being under his gaze for a long time, they would not survive and would run out of words to speak. But this little girl in front of him—

Looks quite scared and brave at the same time.

"I am a sixth semester student in college, who has absolutely no intention of getting married young. I am quite ambitious in several things and very principled. I am religious, simple and sometimes still a little unstable. So I sincerely ask you to cancel your proposal" At first glance, her luscious lips trembled and her beautiful face looked a little pale.

Actually, the girl was very nervous and quite afraid. Her two legs under the table were shaking from the start. But thankfully she was able to speak those words well. Besides the pain in her stomach which was truly...

unbearable.

Pasha, who was contemplating Hana's words earlier, was unable to hide the cold smile on his lips which twitched for the umpteenth time— but was reluctant to speak. He just shook his wine glass and took another small sip.

Hana nervously squeezed her fingers, waiting for the man in front of her to speak. But a few minutes passed, all that happened was silence. Until a waiter came with her order. She gave a small nod to the waiter, smiled faintly and said, "Thank you."

"You're welcome miss!" The waiter smiled politely and left.

"So, do you agree with my request?"

"Before that, may I ask a question?"

"Yes" Hana nodded nervously.

"Are you the girl who was arranged to marry me hum?"

Deg!

In that moment, Hana realized. She was truly trapped in a hole she dug herself. This fatal thing has brought her into various kinds of chaos that she never imagined.

And there too...

The beginning of her nightmare begins!

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