Cold Man And Miss Stone
New Work Promo: The Heir's Naughty Twins

For the reader who endures to the end, thank you for the support. This work is still very lacking but always needs your support to grow. We're splitting up with Emilia here. Don't forget to come to the next story.

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Is there anything that can destroy a woman other than her love for a man but betrayal?

According to Hestia there is.

It was the violence of the first love figure of almost all women, namely his father.

This was the umpteenth time Hestia was silent when her body was covered in bruises. Straight stared at the worktable of Darius who had just broken a golf club into his body.

"Now you understand?"

The former stick was thrown away and his assistant came to pick up without even bothering to interfere with the usual thing that happened.

"Papa said at least keep your mouth in front of Ronal! Care of the devil you like him or not! What a hard time talking so well than throwing a drink glass in her face!"

He just hit his daughter with a stick.

Hestia was silent. Not can't fight. He's lazy.

In this world, parents are God to their children. That was what Hestia understood.

They say A, just obey A. They say B, just obey B.

Like it or not, it's not a child's business. Because parents have tasted salt first so they understand the sour sweet sour of life.

Besides, if here he says that Ronal knows who the son of Papa's business partner was apparently being run over by drugs at their meeting, what would Papa want?

Want to switch to hitting Ronal? Or do you want to beat up Hestia with Ronal?

"Sorry, Pa." Hestia wants to get out quickly. "I didn't mean it."

"You think I'm a moron? How did your hand slip until the glass was thrown into people's faces?!"

Yes, of course, because that's just an excuse.

"It." Darius shook his hand after being content to vent anger. "Go to your room and do your job. I don't want to hear there's any more trouble."

Hestia said well, then came out.

Not to go to the room, but to the garage.

Bodo very much after this he was beaten again. His brain may have been damaged since childhood beaten until there was no fear or trauma left.

He just gripped the steering wheel of his car, speeding in an uncertain direction until a call came in from a friend-not-near him.

"Hi, Baby. You're done with your 'Papa-Very-Anged' session?"

Hestia smiled wryly. Usually, it's a joke to those who know.

There is no point in being sad. Hestia had cried sobbing for four days because her brain was beginning to be unable to accept the violence, but there was no one to help, no one to say no to Darius.

Must accept. Because Hestia is the son of a big businessman and the son of a businessman should not be soft.

"I guess already. My back is bruising badly now. What was? You want to treat it?"

"I've got something much more fun than going to the doctor to report bruises that were there again before yesterday's recovery. Come to my place now."

"On my way."

Clubbing. Drunk in severe bruising conditions like this delicious, loh. Hestia had tried many times, so immediately she turned her car, towards the nightclub owned by her friend-not-friend.

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Actually, other than getting drunk, Hestia doesn't really like nightclubs. Because the music in this place beats up to the heart and there is no corner where he can calm himself from the problem of 'beaten papa because it is too naughty'.

Iris who called him immediately greeted Hestia while widened to ask how the chronological beatings were, and Hestia only smiled at the bodo period despite her body ache.

I told you, Iris is a friend-not-a-friend.

Friends-no-near.

After Iris took her out for drinks and danced vulgarly near the stage, the woman disappeared with her clubbing partner.

Hestia also glared unconcernedly. Sit at a table near the bar, asking for extra alcohol on the barista.

Sometimes when he was boasting, Hestia liked to get drunk while looking at her alcoholic glass. Ask in your heart what man in this world can be trusted?

Is anybody?

I don't know, because Hestia has never met.

The person he loves the most, his superhero only beats up Hestia if he is wrong. Let alone a stranger who said was born to be found and found.

"Hestia Alejandra." Someone suddenly sat beside him. "I guess every time you see you, you always drink and smile wryly."

Hestia tilted her face, even though she had a small smile. He knows this guy but doesn't remember. Who is he?

Well, he's a man so definitely not an important person.

Women's law in the Hestia Act : Men are equal to maggots.

"I can get hurt with that look of yours, beautiful." He chuckles. Grabbing a Hestia drink and leaning against the bar table. "Well, I heard it from Iris. He said you were depressed and needed an impingement. Coincidentally, I'm being able to help you."

"What do you have? Yours?"

The man laughed. "I'm loyal to many of my sweet, beautiful girls. Not me." Then he pointed in a direction. "That guy. I think he's a rare creature here, right?"

Hestia's eyes were instantly fixed on the man that this Hestia-unknown-who was showing.

For a moment, Hestia slightly raised an eyebrow. He clearly knows who that man is.

Name, if not wrong ... Eros. Eros Prajapati's.

It's a strange name, if Hestia says. But his face was handsome with genuine gray eyes that hinted he was of Caucasian blood.

Although interesting is not that.

Eros Prajapati once seized a huge business opportunity that Darius loved so much. At that time Hestia remembered he was beaten because he was considered slow in acting until Eros first seized the gold that should have been their gold.

Brief ... Darius hates him.

"Thank you, Mr. Who I Forgot Your Name." Hestia patted the chuckled man on the shoulder and moved. "I'll remember your services to death. See you soon."

"Have fun."

"Sure, it will be fun."

Let's make mischief because that's all this broken kid can do.

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"Eros Prajapati." Hestia dropped down beside the man, smilingly finding him glaring sharply. "I've wanted to see you for a long time. Should I introduce myself as well?"

"Not interested. Go."

"Don't talk about such a sad thing. You came to paradise ass lady like this but don't want to be seduced? I rarely seduce anyone, if I'm honest."

The man snorted no matter.

Hestia did not care if she refused. Because in the end less than twenty minutes later, the man was already under him, hastily removing Hestia's clothes even though they were in the car in the parking lot.

"It's my first experience so far" whispered Hestia, giggling. "Treat me gently, Mr. Handsome."

The man's hand crept onto his back, making Hestia flinch. "Your back is full of wounds."

"Women have secrets." Hestia blinked one eye. "A secret that no man should know."

Since he was only a man and as he said, men did not need to know the secrets of a woman, then Hestia urged their bodies.

Drowning in his delinquency while imagining what kind of anger Darius would give if he knew this.

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