Past Love

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Summary

Chia Burton is just a typical school girl. One and only daughter of Hemwort Burton and Addy Burton, the owner of one of the biggest publishing companies in the country. Chia is not the type of girl who seeks for someone's attention. She doesn't wish for fame, nor wealth and, money. Chia is a friendly kind of person. She's also a writer, who writes everything that was from her true to life experiences in the past. She's just a normal school girl not until... She met Finley Coffey. Finley Coffey is a playboy. An arrogant playboy, tho. Finley is also one of the heirs among the family. He has been into many different relationships and in the end, he broke up with them. A playboy, isn't he? Now, let's begin their story of love. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Status
Ongoing
Chapters
1
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
13+

Prologue

PROLOGUE

“What’s that?” I muttered as I saw him take a piece of a brown envelope from the side table drawer. He snubbed at me and turned to his feet as he walked towards the balcony. “Hey, I’m asking you-” he then cut me short as he spoke. “Come here and sit,” he uttered with a raucous voice while he pulled a metal chair and sat on it.

I noiselessly obeyed what he had said. And then I asked him for the second spell; “Can you clear things out? What’s that brown envelope you’re holding? Don’t tell me it’s a-” he cut me as he raised his index finger and beckoned me to stay quiet.

“Before all these chitchats begin, let’s have a cup of tea.” he calmly spoke as he turned his head on the door where I saw a mid-aged woman wearing a maid’s dress and carrying a tray with a teapot and two empty porcelain teacups.

She placed the tray on the table and gently put the teapot and teacups down the podium.

I smiled at her and we both said thank you.

I was about to speak when he gave it a start.

“Sign this,” he muttered and I saw his mood changed into dull. He handed me the brown envelope while taking a sip on his drink.

My brows turned into slits and stared at him with a flabbergasted look. “What the hell is this?” I asked as I saw a paper with an empty field on the signature line at the lower right side.

“Read before you speak,” he answered, avoiding eye contact with me.

As he says, I read the content of the said document.

“WHAT?! A CONTRACT?!” I unbelievably raged. “ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!

I saw him smirked like a maniac.