Arranged Marriage: To Hear Your Voice

He sigh in relief when he had released. He took a new towel from the cabinets of towels inside her bathroom and stop. He looked at the corners of her bathroom. There are speakers and then on the corner at the side of the door is a tablet and remote control. Does she like music while taking a bath? 

He dried himself, pick up his PJs, and put it back on. He opened the door and found her already on the left side sleeping while cuddling a plush pillow. Her dress slightly above her butt. It shows her wearing silk panties and this woman is torturing him. 

He walked on her side, covered her with the duvet and she moans. He kissed her forehead and suddenly stopped when he realized something odd to him. 

He stood straight staring down at her. Indeed, he had made up his mind. He won't look for another woman. Just her, and he won't marry anyone else but her. 

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Magno Residence

He was sipping on his whiskey as he watched the video of the woman he had fallen in love with. He gripped on his seat as he watched the bastard tycoon kneel in front of her and show her the big diamond ring that women would love. It was authentic. One of the historical and rarest diamonds in the world. The Pink Star Diamond 30.9 karats. 

He was supposed to be the one who would kneel in front of that beautiful woman. The one he's been after for a long time. But she is too independent and he was impatient. Sure that the multi-billionaire can afford such a rare diamond. 

"Gabriel Lawson." The way he rolls it on his tongue shows bitterness. "Let's see how she'll hang up on you." Ignacio finished his whiskey and he stood from his seat turning off the television. 

A man entered his study room, wearing a black suit. He studied Ignacio and tsk as he shook his head. The man never learns. 

"Lieutenant, why do you have to wait such long before marrying her?" The old man in white hair asked as he poured himself some brandy. "See, she's got someone powerful with her. But surely, she's too high to match up with someone like him. What a waste!" 

"Marrying a tycoon, why didn't she just marry me instead of that trash? I'll be General then—I can give her the world." 

"What a waste—you slept with her sister. So how would she marry you?" 

Ignacio scoff like it was one of the craziest things he heard in the world. 

"Her sister drugged me and slept with me." He chuckled remembering it. "Do you know what the look on her face is? She's disgusted and she even said that it's good that I enjoy it. Then she fucked with someone in New York and done!" 

"Well, she's unique." The old man sat down with groan because of his aching back and sipped on his brandy. "That's why I like her. But you failed on winning her as your wife. But still, you got a few days to woo her and make her turn back from him." 

"Hmm. I'll start tomorrow. Surely, she won't resist me this time." 

The old man laughed and he seemed younger than his age. He finished his drink and stood. 

"Where are you going, grandpa?" 

"Don't call me grandpa you bastard!" he scoffed. "I'm using one of your guest room. Make sure that you persuade her not to marry that man." 

"I will." Though he knew that she was hard to persuade. No one can persuade her. 

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She rolled on her bed when her alarm goes. She reached it somewhere on the other side of the table but she felt that hard body, soft skin. She opened her eyes and she's already over the man beside her. He's still sleeping. She turned off the alarm and look down at the handsome face of her fiancée. She looked at the heavy stone on her left ring finger. 

She scoffed and slipped off from bed. She went to her walk-in closet and change her clothes into sports shorts and sports bra. She put an ankle supporter and fist supporter on. She tied her hair up. Went to her gym as she took a mug. She filled it from the water dispenser and she finished the warm water. 

She stretched her whole body and started her yoga on the mat. She exhales and faced her opponent. A standing mannequin. Soon, she had to go to headquarters and practice her Kung Fu. She started kicking the mannequin with her taekwondo skills. Black belter in taekwondo since she was 15 years old. 

She fancy music and martial arts and ever since she was a child, she started basics of taekwondo and she practiced it and asked her mother for Kung Fu or judo. She turned 17 and had managed to learn from great masters in China when she was away. 

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He woke up and found the bed empty beside him. He groggily visited the bathroom for a while and went to the thud-thud sound to the gym. He strode there and found it open. He went to the water dispenser, took her mug, and drank water as he watched her killing the mannequin. 

She has great reflexes like she had learned not just taekwondo but few martial arts. She mixed it with punching and she got very strong stamina. Sweat run downs her spine. Ohh, her goddess is surely seductive. He sipped on his warm water and watch her exhaust herself. 

She seemed fully equip she also have weights. He started stretching and took weights to tone his muscles. Then he sat on the bench, doing sit-ups and after like fifty sit-ups he stopped and watch her kill the mannequin, just how long is she going to kill it. 

Then in an instant kick, the mannequin seemed to be broken or something with a loud crashing! He was amazed and she catches her breath and went to the water dispenser and reach her mug and drinks water. 

Just watching her from head to toe, sweaty and those damn sexy abdominal and her beautiful heart-shaped ass was seductive. He strode to her and reach her hips. 

"I think you got a lot of stamina for rounds of sex." He utter in her ear. She turned to him and he reached the towel on the cabinet above the water dispenser and wipe her sweats. "But I have a lot of meetings today—so, maybe on our honeymoon?" She sneered and wrapped her arms around his nape. 

"I think that's a yes." He kisses her forehead and damped the towel gently on her sweaty face. "Where are you going today?" she reached the tablet from the wall and scribble something. 

"Gang Headquarters." He smiled from her sense of humor and kiss her lips. She kissed him back like it was nothing. 

"Then, I'll pick you up later. Just text me, so I could pick you up." 

"I have a bike." She scribbled again. 

"It's dangerous you think? But since I can't pick you up, you pick me up. How about that?" He smiled ever so charmingly. She scoffed and didn't know whether to grimace or laugh. 

"18:12" She uses military time. 

"Okay." 

They took their shower separately and then they leave separately. She reached her headquarters wearing her usual black outfit and park her bike and walk to her office. She noticed the odd glances and when she entered her office, a scent of different flowers enter her nostrils. She looked up the ceiling and then she sneezed. 

"Bless you!" She glared at the man in his Military uniform sitting on the sofa grinning. She rolled her eyes and strode to her desk and type on the keyboard. 

"Did someone die?" 

"Nope. Just me, bringing you flowers." 

There are at least lots of flowers—like someone is dead. She glowered at him and he looked at her ring finger. 

"You didn't wear your ever so expensive diamond ring?" She typed on the keyboard. 

"What do you want?" He grinned at her and spread his arms on the sofa. 

"Nothing. Just here trying to win my woman back." She tilted her head and scoffed.