One Kiss Billionaire To Our Destiny

The smell of hospital medicine was the first thing that greeted Aslena's nose. Slowly her eyelids opened, looking faintly at the ceiling of the room. It took Aslena a few seconds to adapt to the light in the room until she saw two faces above her waiting for her to open her eyes.

As Aslena's vision cleared, the two faces above her - a woman and a man - revealed relief. Aslena only frowned as she tried to neutralize the dizziness and adapt to the overwhelming medicinal smell in the room.

"Aslena. Thank God..." A voice from one of the two came. Her face didn't look familiar to Aslena. "You woke up too at last. I was really worried about you."

Asleena was still silent. Her mouth was shut to say any sentence. In her mind, she was guessing who these two people were.

"Call the doctor! Quick, call the doctor!" The woman on the left side of Aslena's bed pressed seriously.

Then, the man on the right side of Aslena's bed immediately complied with her request. Aslena still didn't know who the two people who were with her now were. Also, her memories of the last incident he had before being in this room seemed to have just vanished.

Aslena looked around with very slow facial movements. This is clearly a hospital inpatient room. The decoration is luxurious, there are three sofas at several points in the room, a television and a refrigerator, and other quite luxurious furniture. There's only her bed in this room, which means... Aslena is being treated in the VIP room?

How can Aslena be hospitalized in a VIP room at such a high price per night?

How many days had he been in this room?

Not long after, a man in a doctor's coat entered with a stethoscope in his ear. His steps hurriedly approached Aslena and checked on the woman's condition.

"How is your condition?" the doctor asked after checking Aslena's heartbeat and eyes.

Aslena answered softly, "A little dizzy."

The doctor breathed a sigh of relief. "At least you're not too bad after you've been unconscious for a week."

Aslena's expression changed to surprise. "What?" he asked, his tone very low. "One week? How... can it be?"

At that moment Aslena was very aware that the doctor in front of her felt a bit reluctant to explain. But after seeking approval from two strangers Aslena didn't know who, the doctor shook his head.

"You still haven't recovered much, I don't think I can explain the truth to you yet." The doctor implied firmness behind his gentle tone.

"But don't think about all sorts of things. Your condition should get better first," continued the male doctor who ended his words with a small smile.

After saying his words, the doctor nodded to the nurse who had just finished changing the IV bag. Aslena was actually waiting for the doctor's explanation, but unfortunately the doctor still didn't want to explain even though she saw the look on her pleading face.

Before leaving Aslena's inpatient room, the doctor seemed to be talking to two strangers who were on duty in this room. Aslena noticed their conversation that seemed very serious. What's more, they deliberately kept their distance from Aslena's bed, as if they didn't want her to hear.

Turning her attention away from them all, Aslena glanced out the wide open window. The sight of the building next door made Aslena's memory cloud. Over and over again Aslena tried to remember what really happened.

Why does it feels so weird? Aslena just came to her senses, but she felt uncomfortable. There was something propping up in the heart but he did not know what it was.

"Aslena," someone called.

Asleena distracted. The strange woman had been beside his bed again. She realized that the doctor and nurse had already left the room.

"I'm so relieved you're awake. We've been waiting for you for a week," the woman said with an occasional awkward laugh.

"Who are you?" Finally Aslena could not contain her curiosity.

The two people Aslena didn't recognize looked at each other for a moment. Then the man explained.

"I'm Aldrick, your uncle, your father's older brother. Meanwhile, this is your mother's younger brother..." Aldrick gave a code to the woman in front of him. "Tell me your name," he insisted.

"Oh, call me Mrs. Halmey," said the strange woman. "You must not know me very well. I've lived out of New York City and haven't been to your parents' house very often."

"Ah..." Aslena nodded slowly, understanding Halmey's explanation. "Can... can you explain what's going on?"

Halmey hesitated for a moment. He looked at Aldrick with a slight grimace, as if worried about something.

"About that, I couldn't explain to you in the beginning. Like the doctor said earlier, you have to recover until-"

"Why?" cut in Aslena. She was quite annoyed because he held his curiosity since earlier. "Why can't you know?"

Halmey took a deep breath. Facing the somewhat pressing Aslena, he looked irritated.

"Aslena, just listen to your aunt. You just need to rest and recover because you just woke up," Halmey replied, now implying firmness.

"But I need to know," Aslena remained stubborn, "how did I end up in the hospital room? I feel like... can't remember anything."

After Aslena said that, Halmey seemed to be holding back his irritation. Despite trying to cover it up, Aslena noticed Halmey's irritation.

That's why the uneasiness in Aslena's heart grew even bigger. Even though a few moments ago Halmey looked very friendly and gentle. Why had he turned sour just because Aslena wanted to know what was going on?

"Halmey, stop it," said Aldrick, who was still calm. Then his gaze shifted to Aslena. "You can't force Halmey, your aunty, to say things you can't hear right now."

Finally Aslena didn't want to say anything anymore. Since Halmey had implicitly warned her, there was no other choice but to stop looking.

Why couldn't she hear their explanation? What kind of thing is there to have to wait for her condition to recover?

Aslena just took a deep breath, then let it out slowly. She still had a bad feeling about this incident. Her heart was not calm. Aslena felt the uneasiness she was feeling getting clearer.

What really happened?

The CEO of the well-known property company Henderson Group is standing in front of the conference room. Benny Adam Anderson was beside a large screen displaying a layout of a hill area estate plan while explaining their next project to the board of directors and shareholders.

"This is a residential area near the hill that is being intensively developed, Your Honors." Benny explained formally with firm gestures. "As can be seen here. This housing will be in a hilly landscape and has views of the beach which gives the sensation of being at a resort."

"The sensation of being at the resort?" Benjamin, his grandfather and chairman of the Henderson Group, asked.

"That's right, Mr. Benjamin," answered Benny with conviction. "We always see housing that looks just like that. Even if there is a house in the hills with views of the coast as far as the eye can see, there is only one house. Even that is only owned by rich celebrities and conglomerates."

"Indirectly, you said that you want people from non-celebrities or well-known conglomerates to have a house that feels like a resort at the same time?"

Benny curved a brief sweet smile. "More precisely, I want people to no longer have to pay a lot of money to own houses and resorts. So, this housing will be very effective, especially the feel of a beach view like in star hotels on the coast. Like an all in one combination ."

"Is it possible to find land in a hill area that doesn't make housing arrangements decline?"

After getting the question, Benny then changed the screen display slide. Now it has turned into an expanse of land, forest and beach views.

"I have planned a residential area that will not protrude downwards to minimize any flooding from flowing into the residential area below," Benny answered without hesitation.

The executives in front of Benny watched with great care and enthusiasm.

With a relaxed gesture, Benny continued his sentence. "Then with that said, where are we going to find the right area of ​​land for this large housing project?" pause. "It's not much and it's not easy, that's the risk.

However, the Henderson Group has worked closely with the Hudge Group which has taken care of real estate issues. They will provide land area for this housing project. So, the Anderson Group will be very honored if the shareholders believe in investing in this Anderson Group housing project."

After listening to explanation after explanation from Benny, Benjamin smiled proudly. At the end of his explanation, Benny bowed to the shareholders and the president director.

Then Benjamin gave a slow applause when Benny straightened up. Benny briefly made eye contact with Benjamin, before suddenly his personal secretary trotted over.

Benny got a whisper, "Mr. Benny, the miss who is being treated at the hospital has woken up."

Benny was silent for a split second, then looked at Benjamin who asked from his seat through facial expression. After thinking for a moment, Benny nodded to his personal secretary.

"Okay, I'll be there."

Benny's personal secretary agreed obediently before retreating from the front of the conference room.

"All right, Gentleman. This is where the presentation of the new major project of the Anderson Group has ended. Thank you for your participation."

Finally Benny followed his personal secretary while giving Benjamin a coded facial expression. The meeting was then moved over to Benjamin when Benny had to meet someone his personal secretary had told him.

"Is he in bad condition, George?" asked Benny after arriving beside his personal secretary. They walked out of the conference room, down the hall.

George shook his head. "Not bad I heard. He's just a little dazed like most people just wake up."

Benny breathed a sigh of relief as he fixed his collar. "Thank goodness then. I'm already responsible for his parents' situation, and I don't want to take any further responsibility if he's seriously injured. I have more important projects to think about."

George just nodded briefly and said nothing. He was used to hearing Benny's words sound devoid of conscience. If he said something to try to refute, Benny would not hear.

"Get the car ready. I'm tired of walking to the hospital beside this building," Benny said once again.

"Okay sir."

***

The intensity of the tension in the room was palpable after Halmey and Aldrick explained the truth to Aslena.

Aslena had an accident when she accompanied her parents to deliver goods. His condition injured one of his legs which was stuck, but it will heal in a few days if treated and practice walking. But the condition of his parents could not be saved.

Hearing Halmey and Aldrick's explanation, Aslena couldn't move. Can't say anything. In a sitting position facing the window, his gaze was blank towards the building beside this hospital.

Aslena felt her heart as if torn apart after hearing her parents died in the operation process.

"Why..." Aslena laughed sarcastically. To open the mouth was not able to. His heart was too tight. "Why did mom and dad die? W-who... who... bumped into us?"

Haley nodded. Compared to a moment ago, he had regained his softness. His gaze was shady to Aslena who looked very sad.

"What hit your delivery car was a car owned by the Henderson Group company. The driver was also injured, but not in a serious condition."

Something slowly filled Aslena's eyelids. Somehow, the feeling is not accepted. The inside of his heart couldn't digest why this state of affairs was unfair. Why was the condition of the crasher not serious, while both parents had to die?

"Your father's delivery car had a brake failure. Then the car from the Henderson Group company crashed and finally hit the concrete dividing the road. Both of your parents were pinned in the arteries and suffered quite severe brain damage," continued Halmey explaining.

Asleena was cramped. Instantly the oxygen in the room disappeared. Repeatedly he tried to regulate his breathing and heartbeat that was pumping fast as the emotions in his chest exploded.

In the next second, Aslena looked down and trembled. Aslena couldn't hold back the tears on her eyelids any longer.

"It's not fair," he said softly but with emphasis. "That rammer should... s-should have died too!!"

Halmey and Aldrick felt even more compassionate and awkward at the same time watching Aslena's exploding emotions. They let Aslena cry while covering half her face.

"Why did I survive? Why am I still alive? This isn't fair. It's better... just me. I'm the one..." Aslena couldn't finish her sentence because she was suffocated.

"Nothing can be changed, Aslena. After all-"

Knock, knock!

A knock followed by the door opening caught Halmey and Aldrick's attention. From the door, the figures of two men entered the room in turn. Seeing the man standing behind, Halmey and Aldrick were suddenly shocked and got ready.

"Hello, Miss. Do you know about the misfortune that just happened to you?"

Aslena opened the half of her face that was closed. Then, still sobbing, Aslena looked behind her.

The man in the white shirt stepped slowly closer with a flat and firm face. Her small but sharp eyes were fixed on Aslena. As he walked, he rolled up his shirt sleeves.

"Do I need to introduce myself? Have they told you about me?"

Asleena was confused. "W-who are you?"

The man's hand stopped rolling. He looked up, stopped in his tracks too, then watched Aslena for a moment.

"Huft. I don't like to introduce myself to insignificant people. But, I am Benny Adam Anderson."

Aslena's brow furrowed. Wait, Anderson?

Henderson Group.

Aslena was immediately taken aback as her back straightened. He gritted his teeth.

"You were part of the Henderson Group-which killed my parents?"

Benny wasn't the only one who was surprised to hear Aslena's slightly growling words. However, Benny then just laughed lightly in reaction.

"Making both your parents die?" asked Benny.

George beside Benny started to panic and warned his boss what to say.

"Sir... please stop, hold on," George coaxed.

Benny raised one hand. "No," he answered without looking at George. "The Handerson Group didn't make your parents die, miss. Both your parents died because of their own carelessness."

Aslena glared in disbelief. Her heart heats up. Who is this arrogant man who pretends to be all powerful?!

Aslena really felt that the man before her had no conscience.

For a moment, Aslena was silent. He didn't expect to just listen to condescending words instead of sympathizing with the deceased. Aslena thought this strange man was really strange.

"How can you say a sentence like that?" asked Aslena with a sarcastic laugh.

A few steps in front of Aslena, Benny didn't look the least bit guilty. With an unconcerned expression while rolling up his shirt sleeves again, Benny's heavy sigh was heard.

"If you can't accept what I'm saying, I don't care. After all, I would still want to take responsibility for an accident caused by one of my subordinates." Benny reached out, asking George for papers.

George gave Benny the paper from inside the special document envelope. Casually, Benny read the contents of the paper.

"This is a paper history of payments totaling the cost of all treatment. I have already paid for your parents' surgery, your hospitalization, and the funeral payment... wait." Benny paused for a moment. His brow furrowed. "Why is it so expensive? The funeral will be held-"

"Excuse me sir... whatever your name is," Aslena interjected which made Benny and George shift their gazes. "I don't care what you said earlier. You, even though you weren't the crasher, you do have an obligation to take responsibility."

Benny frowned for a moment, then raised the paper in his hand a little higher.

"This? Didn't you see my payment history?" asked Benny.

Aslena was still silent, trying to contain her irritation. Why does this man look so wimpy?

"I am indeed responsible, Miss, but I do not fully admit that the accident and death of your parents was my company's fault," said Benny firmly, continuing his words. As if not to think about how Aslena must have felt when she said that.

"Wow..." Aslena shook her head slowly with a cynical laugh. He looked away, not wanting to look at Benny. "Did I hear right?"

"No, of course."

Benny was about to continue, but Aslena cut him off saying, "You really are a lousy bastard."

There was no reaction from Benny. The room was silent. Halmey and Aldrick were shocked to panic after Aslena swore at Benny. So did George who immediately held Benny's shoulder and patted him very gently. Giving a sign so that Benny doesn't get emotional from Aslena's words.

"A lousy bastard man?" repeated Benny. Instead of feeling emotion, he just took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "It's fine. At least this lousy bastard paid for your parents' funeral."

"Because it is your duty!" Aslena's tone rose suddenly. The emotion was so clear from his eyes.

The tension in the room's atmosphere became even more intense. But Benny didn't seem bothered at all. He raised the payment history paper in his hand again.

"So I paid your inpatient room six million per night. Junior room suite. You've been here eight days. Are you still calling me a lousy son of a bitch?"

Aslena felt her breath rushing as her heart heated up. He didn't answer Benny's question. Only his gaze sharpened.

"Yes, you lousy bastard. Get out of this room now. I don't want to see a murderer's face," Aslena said emphatically.

Benny noticed the hatred in Aslena's eyes. Also, understanding why Aslena was being so emotional towards him. Although Benny still denies that the Henderson Group is entirely at fault for the death of Aslena's parents.

"Okay," said Benny, nodding confidently. "I'm going. Nice to meet you."

Aslena frowned in surprise when Benny gave her a smirk at the end. But he said nothing, letting Benny walk out of the room with George.

While outside the room, when walking down the special hallway of the Junior Suite inpatient room, Benny handed a paper envelope to George.

"Make sure she's not in a crazy state. I have nothing to do with someone like that woman." Benny gave George a stern warning.

George just nodded obediently.

Even though he was irritated, Benny managed to read the nameplate on the woman's bed. Aslena Jezlyn Zwetta. Remembering that name somehow made the corners of his lips curl up.

No one spoke to him as loudly as Zwetta did-Benny liked that nickname.

***

One week passed.

Aslena has been given permission to go home from the hospital. Treatment is still continuing, but no longer undergoing hospitalization. Now, after both her parents died, Aslena was forced to return to Halmey's house. Coincidentally, the woman only lives alone because she divorced her husband two years ago, and does not have children.

Halmey placed his tote bag on the living room couch, while Aslena leaned her suitcase against the wall. Aslena's gaze focused on the only framed photo of Halmey and her husband still hanging on the long table.

For some reason Aslena remembered a photo of her parents

Aslena was about to touch it, but Halmey's voice rebuking her made her stop.

"Aslena, you can enjoy your food at that table," Halmey said, pointing to the living room table.

Reluctantly, Aslena nodded and walked over to the living room couch. He already realized that Halmey was holding a document envelope that looked exactly like the document envelope in the hands of Benny-the jerk who appeared in his inpatient room a few days ago.

"What's wrong Auntie? Do you also want to show me your payment history while I'm in the hospital?" Aslena asked as she sat down on the sofa.

Halmey made a questioning face. "Huh?"

Aslena pointed at the object in Halmey's hand with a glance. Halmey just noticed and immediately laughed awkwardly.

"Oh, this... no, not payment history," Halmey replied. For a moment, she seemed hesitant to explain. "This is actually something your father had left before the accident happened."

Aslena's brows furrowed. Before he could ask anything, Halmey then handed the document envelope to Aslena.

Aslena was well aware that the look on Halmey's face was hiding something. He suddenly felt uneasy, and began to imagine the worst possibilities.

Curious, Aslena took the brown envelope and pulled out one of the papers. Aslena saw the writing on the very top of this envelope:

A TESTAMENT FOR ASLENA.

A testament?

Aslena's heart fluttered. Although worried, Aslena still forced herself to read the rest of the writing below.

The letter contains:

'Aslena, I'm sorry I never told you. You will be surprised to read this letter. Long before something bad happened to our family, someone actually intended to harm us all. Someone in my company-yes, I own the Hudge Group, New York's third largest real estate company. You didn't think so, did you?

All this time I feel that the company has experienced a drastic decline in profits, and I have also sensed the presence of traitors. But maybe I won't have time to find out more because the threat from someone unknown is getting worse.

So, if you read this letter later, I want you to take over the company. I want you to marry Benny-the granddaughter of the owner of the Henderson Group that I've known for a long time, and we are bound by a promise to set you two up.

Take his heart. Cooperate with the Henderson Group because only that company can strengthen our company's defense. If necessary, subdue Benny so that he is weak so that our company becomes the best position.

I want you to use all your wits to find out who the traitor is in our company. I'm sorry for burdening you all of a sudden.

Signed,

Joshua Ryul Osaka.'

Aslena really couldn't move after reading the letter in her hand. For a few seconds, she tried to process sentence by sentence that ahe had just read.

"Dad ... is the owner of the Hudge Group?" Aslena spoke softly, then lifted her face and looked at Halmey in disbelief. "What secret is this again?"