Sir, She's Gone With Their Daughter And Never Returns

My four-year-old daughter was dying of leukemia, waiting desperately for a bone marrow transplant. I begged my billionaire husband to just call the registry or visit her, but he claimed he was too busy with board meetings to care. Until the hospital informed me that my daughter's life-saving bone marrow had been suddenly reallocated to another patient. When I walked down the VIP hallway, I found my husband. He wasn't at a board meeting. He was gently peeling an apple, playing the loving father to his widowed mistress's daughter. When my pale, sick daughter called out for him, he instinctively stepped back in disgust. I later discovered the mistress had bribed the hospital to swap the registry numbers, stealing my daughter's marrow for her own child. When I demanded a divorce, my husband laughed in my face. "You haven't worked a day in four years. You're a purchased asset. You don't get to walk away." He threatened to freeze my accounts, assuming I would be starving on the streets and begging to come back. His family and the mistress publicly mocked my background, waiting for me to be utterly humiliated. They thought I was just a useless, penniless housewife who relied entirely on his last name to survive. They didn't know I never needed a single cent of his money. I packed my bags, took my daughter, and made a single phone call. Three days later, at his family's elite banquet, my husband waited to see me beg. Instead, the most powerful corporate magnate in North America walked right past him, bowed to me at a perfect ninety-degree angle, and spoke. "Welcome back to the throne, Madam."

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Prologue

Meet Anna!

Her full name is Anna Smith, the clumsiest girl ever alive on the planet. Her head is always in the cloud and her best skill is tripping in thin air.

With two long braided hair and a large square eyeglasses, she looks like the typical example of a nerd.

Don't judge a book by its cover!

In spite of her nerd looks, she has no intelligence. Unless a person repeats a thing twice to thrice, her head cannot catch up. She barely passed her high school with C minus grade. She always wears a plain t-shirt with straight jeans and has no interest in grabbing people's attention.

Her motto of life is to live a peaceful college life and then get married with her crush. The only thing that she is interested in, is her crush and the only thing she is expert at, is stalking him.

Meet Danish!

His full name is Danish Dawson. He is a perfectionist. He always ranks the first in every subject and in every class.

With his blue-green eyes, slightly tanned skin and black hair, he also ranks the first in his looks in every class he attends. He is 6'4 feet making the tallest among his circle. His jaw line is the greatest weakness of Ms. Clumsy Anna. Along with the looks, he has the perfect sense of dressing.

The amazing thing about him is that he is an heir of The Dawson's enterprise, most successful company. However, the scariest thing about him is his father rules the mafia. As the heir of the mafia, his career is fixed. But, Ms. Clumsy has no idea about it. Only a thing she knows is that she is in love with him.

He fears nobody and is a pro at boxing. His weakness, he has none. He always had a stiff expressionless face and always acts cold to everyone. He hates it when people sticks close with him and always maintain his, so called personal space.

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Anna's p.o.v.

Five years before!

Few strike of lightning roared through the blue-black sky, letting a million droplets of bitter water over my sweating body. It was a gloomy day and a perfect scenario to conceal my crying heart.

No, I wasn't a happy-go-lucky person. And no, I didn't enjoy being a gloomy one either.

Pushing a lock of hair back on my ear, I wiped my tears. The drop of rain pattered on my body, expanding a tiny bit of tingling pain like feeling.

With a heavy heart and slight suffocation out of continuous hiccups, I struggle my legs on the crowded street.

It wasn't my choice neither was it my interest to get soaked on that skin numbing rain. It was just another unlucky day of mine.

Many umbrellas were there, in that crowded yet lonely street that could have given me a shield. But, I found no hand that extended to invite me in.

Well, it's not like I cared anyway.

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