My Korean Tutor

Marrying My Runaway Groom's Powerful Father

Temple Madison

I was sitting in the Presidential Suite of The Pierre, wearing a Vera Wang gown worth more than most people earn in a decade. It was supposed to be the wedding of the century, the final move to merge two of Manhattan's most powerful empires. Then my phone buzzed. It was an Instagram Story from my fiancé, Jameson. He was at Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris with a caption that read: "Fuck the chains. Chasing freedom." He hadn't just gotten cold feet; he had abandoned me at the altar to run across the world. My father didn't come in to comfort me. He burst through the door roaring about a lost acquisition deal, telling me the Holland Group would strip our family for parts if the ceremony didn't happen by noon. My stepmother wailed about us becoming the laughingstock of the Upper East Side. The Holland PR director even suggested I fake a "panic attack" to make myself look weak and sympathetic to save their stock price. Then Jameson’s sleazy cousin, Pierce, walked in with a lopsided grin, offering to "step in" and marry me just to get his hands on my assets. I looked at them and realized I wasn't a daughter or a bride to anyone in that room. I was a failed asset, a bouncing check, a girl whose own father told her to go to Paris and "beg" the man who had just publicly humiliated her. The girl who wanted to be loved died in that mirror. I realized that if I was going to be sold to save a merger, I was going to sell myself to the one who actually controlled the money. I marched past my parents and walked straight into the VIP holding room. I looked the most powerful man in the room—Jameson’s cold, ruthless uncle, Fletcher Holland—dead in the eye and threw the iPad on the table. "Jameson is gone," I said, my voice as hard as stone. "Marry me instead."

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”Get this man away from me, he is nothing but a thief!” The Woman's brutal voice sounded in the ears of the little boy who held his father by the arm.

Because this woman looked upscale, the people around rushed to the man and pushed him aside.

The Little boy watched his father beaten to a pulp, tears fell from his eyes. With anger, he tried pushing the people away but they only swayed him aside and continued with their brutal treatment.

”Please, stop!” He yelled and cried.

Soon, the people left the man after searching him and saw nothing valuable on him.

” Let us go, this man will only waste our time” They muttered and spat on him.

The man was not only ugly, but his skin also looked tattered as well. The clothing he wore was made of cotton and the yellow color had faded into dirty brown.

Coughing, he manages to sit up, his face was already brutalized and he had blood running down his nose and lips.

”Father?" The little boy in the same manner as the man called and sniffed.

The woman who had to implicate her father was her father's mistress. She left him after he was bankrupt and ran after another rich man.

”No matter what happens son, you have to be rich. You shouldn't let people tramp on you like this!” His father groaned and inhaled his last breathe.

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«« The young man with a broad chest opened his eyes suddenly, clamps of sweat had formed on his face and chest.

Again, he was having that nightmare from his past. Just like his father had said, this man was rich and he wasn't going to stop making money even though he gets it in an impure way.

Ryan Lannister stood from his white bed, he strode to the bathroom. Ryan wasn't the little scruffy boy from before. Now, he has grown and has a broad chest with a well-defined face, refined jaw, and red plumpy lips.

Tall and slender body with brown golden skin.

Once he was done in the bathroom, he strode back into his gorgeous room, he stood at the shelf where he had kept his pack of cigarettes, he smoked one and puffed the smoke into the air.

”Yo man!” Jordan woods, his best friend and partner in crime walked in with a bag in one of his arms.

”Smoking early in the morning, dude?” Jordan rolled his eyes sat on the sofa next to the bed.

Ryan took his seat opposite him.

”I've been able to interchange your Cv with the original tutor's. Also, I've referred the man to another so you don't have to bother about being caught.” Jordan explained.

Nodding his head, he thought about the life he would have after he is done with this.

The plan is to swindle Min Ho through his daughter, Ann Maria- the name given to her by her American mother.

”Ann Maria is the typical kind of naive girl, all you to do is show her love and she will have herself drooling over you” Jordan voiced.

”Nice, when you say naive, how naive?” He raised his brows, the cigarette stick in his mouth.

”She still fantasizes about her first kiss” Jordan answered and chuckled.

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