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At quiet midnight in London city, I drove my car at high speed thinking about queensha's safety at home. I'd just finished my job at the office, a company that ran my own mining company that I started for years and was named rich company.

At 28 years old I had a perfectly good life, money, and a woman in my house. But is it possible that I could still think of a perfect life when a loved one was lying unconscious, living on air on a ventilator and breathing tube? Yeah, my wife's in a coma because of my mistake.

The rocking of the job makes me even dizzier, plus my body was already getting tired of the problems. Many times I swore a vow after getting the phone call that a woman in a coma in my house suddenly had a heart attack from her nurse injecting a dangerous drug instead of the doctor, to trigger a heart attack.

"Damn! Damn it! Why is it happening again? All of them are poorly looking after my Queen," I shouted as I drove. I'm freaking out right now for her safety, for her life, for what I can do without her. My wife's name is Queensha Arora. The woman I married seven years ago because my grandfather set us up.

This is not the first time. Sean, my archenemy, has been trying to teach me a lesson through those closest to me, our enmity started when I was in college, a mistake so terrible that my enemy still hates me.

I'm in a very bad mood, a murderous mood makes me want to kill anyone in front of me right now, I'm having again failed to guard Queensha. My security detail at the queen's house is completely useless.

It'll take a few minutes to get home. I walked quickly into the mansion, the palace my grandfather had built in his first business.

The city of London has found many mansions and paltry, but nothing compares to the mansion that belongs to me and Queen, until anyone who sees it will know that this is Mr. Rich's house.

When I stepped inside the house right in the living room. Profanity kept pouring out of my mouth into an emotional outlet.

The sound of a warning shot on the floor made everyone in the house afraid to hear it, "should I spend my money on some worthless employee like you?" I shouted. Shoots a kick on my bodyguard until they drop down on the floor. Before seeing it satisfied, I looked back to kick his belly so they winced the pain while holding onto his stomach.

"I want to put a bullet in your head but I don't want to mess up the floor where queen's gonna step on it. How dare you test my patience!" you threaten them.

Ahhhh! I am a hot-tempered and angry young man. there's no excuse for the slightest mistake.

The look in their eyes with red eyes made them shudder and dare not look at me again, I know they were all afraid to make the mistake of Queensha but this was their unforgivable mistake even though they begged for mercy until they fell at my feet. Because of their carelessness, my queen's life was nearly lost.

"Mr. Rich, please forgive us for not being able to look after the miss. Please, have mercy!" One of my badly beaten and tortured bodyguard leaders crawled and fell under my feet.

Mr. Rich's nickname has been earned since I started helping to manage grandpa's business, no one has the guts to call me Richard, only my central family can call me that. Richard nelson... My name is so sacred when spoken directly, I would not hesitate to beat up anyone who calls me Richard directly. I just want to be called Mr. Rich. I don't know, I love that name so much, it signifies power, power, and endless wealth.

They don't all know why I just want to be called that. Because, I keep it a secret, which is why everyone should call me Mr. Rich.

"There is no forgiveness in my life. Dave, torture them all in the basement and exile them from the country!" my voice echoed through the room. Dave, my notoriously cruel and heartless personal assistant, follows my orders. No one would dare cross me.

Abundant wealth and large enterprises not only in London but also own oil companies in Saudi Arabia. The last time I wiped out two lives involved in planning the queensha murder. And now it's happening again, Sean is testing my patience. I will return the favor someday.

I left the living room and entered a room upstairs. A sudden, cold sweat ran over my body and my feet, almost paralyzing me every time I entered the room.

A doctor who was examining Queensha was surprised to see me come into my wife who had been in a coma for years in bed.

"How is she now?" I asked worriedly. I held his hand and gave him a quick kiss on the back of his hand and then moved on to queensha's forehead, my life wouldn't be good if he'd left me. Queensha coma because of what I did, the guilt has been haunting me since he was found in a coma five years ago.

My past mistakes have become my karma. Had I quickly realized that we might not have had an argument over the car and had an accident.

My capricious behavior can sometimes be difficult for others, cold and cruel but kind to queensha. My eyes would fill with tears to see my wife as a statue, if I were alone in this room, I would weep with extreme guilt.

Honestly, my life is colored because of Queensha. Since her coma I felt lonely, I couldn't bow to anyone but her, she was the nicest woman in the world after my mother. Everyone knows this woman is very special.

"Don't worry! He's stable now. I was lucky to arrive in time to help her. If I may be so bold, you'd better tighten miss's guard. I felt that each day her condition worsened. Once this happens again we may not be able to save her," the doctor said.

"For how long will you endure it, it's been five years, did you feel bad to see miss survive only because of this computer aid." Again, Dr. Willson was careful to speak while looking down at me, afraid not to look at me, if I'm not sure he'd be offended.

Despite a long term of work as grandpa nelson's physician.

He knew perfectly well how this house looked so beautiful but inside it was nothing but vengeance and rage.

My life is not as easy as anyone would imagine, since I was seven, I had to take a bitter pill, losing my mother, whose name is Madellin, cancer of cancer eating away at her body because of the guilt my father had a sex maniac, and he infected her with a deadly disease I was hurt when I found out that my mother had been suffering because my father was a sex maniac for women, and Medellin's death made me hate Tomas so much that it only brought madellin pain throughout their marriage.

Tomas must have remembered a long time ago, and I kept blaming him for my mother's death and throwing stones at him at madellin's funeral. My soul shook and became tempestuous, my grandfather nelson cast out Thomas and raised me alone. Tomas is a useless man who can only spend money to pay any woman to satisfy him. I hate it in my bone marrow.

Long-suffering no longer attracted me to all women, no time to deal with any women including Queensha. At first, I hated him and didn't care for his presence near me.

Queensha was the most beautiful woman I'd ever met, her face shining white. As she laughs her cheeks and teeth are the centers of attention. I've seen a lot of pretty faces, but unlike Queensha, his face is rarely found as an angel. He has his appeal, only I was too stupid to realize it too late.

I'm grateful to grandpa nelson for setting me up with him.

This woman has changed my twisted mind and my black life for the better. How patient my wife has been with me all these years.

"You have no right to advise me, I keep her alive and wait for her to wake up. After all, no one can take his life, including god. He's mine, you better do your job, I didn't invite you here to advise me." Time and again I ingrained his nonsense. My mouth is as poisonous as a snake, and it will certainly Pierce his heart.

Dr. Willson won't say anything, but he probably won't say anything. I am a man but I dare defy gods will not take the life of my wife. Even my abundant wealth will be spent on his recovery.

After finishing the job, the doctor finally went home, and I left the room, and Dave was waiting inside to talk to me about something very important.

"Find me a solution to this problem, Dave. I was sick of that dirty Sean who kept wanting to kill Queen through someone else," I told him when I got to the room. I was flopping over the sofa right next to Dave while massaging my sick temple thinking about my problems.

"I have a Monsieur solution for you. You should get a second wife to look after Miss." Dave said thoughtlessly. Hearing that my eyes glared, unable to believe what Dave was saying.

POV RICHARD

"Are you out of your mind, Dave? That's not a solution but you're making a new problem for me, I don't want to hold Queen back and you know very well, she's been suffering enough because of me for so long," I said.

I can't believe Dave would give me such crazy advice, not solving a problem, but creating a new one.

"Listen to my explanation, Sir. For now, we can trust no one but your own master's family. It's the only solution, an outsider without a clear background could have hurt madam but by finding miss Queensha nurse through your second wife. I thought it was a good idea, he definitely wouldn't dare. After all, the second wife takes care of madam only until she wakes up. After that, you can divorce her before madam finds out what happened. Your marriage is just above the contract without anyone else knowing it's just me." Dave suggests a pretty reckless and crazy idea to me. Dave is my right-hand man, clean work and smart thinking always on target make me sure not to doubt him, we were pretty close since Dave grew up in this house with me.

Dave's mother used to be the butler who served him in this house, but unfortunately, she passed away a few years ago because of complications. Dave decided to stay devoted to me after his mother died in return for giving him a decent life since childhood.

Outside of our line of work is a good friend, Dave can always count on any kind of business, whether it's a job or a Queensha thing like today, his speed and precision of his mind leave me no room for questioning.

I stared blankly and pondered what Dave said, and there's a point, to bind a person into a marriage relationship and should know his or her family's origins and background. I need someone I can trust not to betray me to take care of my beloved wife, my Queen.

My head feels pounding on the way out. It's not easy to find a trustworthy woman wanting to be my second wife. I'm afraid to make the wrong move until everything goes wrong.

The advice Dave gave me was satisfactory, but it still stuck in my head.

Even though my intentions are good, honestly I'm afraid that if Queensha finds out more and more disappointed with me, she's suffered enough for me and how devastated she will be when she wakes up and finds out that she's in honey. Any woman in the world wouldn't want to share a husband, I can't guarantee that Queensha would understand why I made a decision that hurt her.

I'm afraid she was upset and has decided to leave me, despite everything I've done for her safety. I'm scared.

If only Queensha found out later that his heart would have been hurt. I don't want to lose him because of my mistakes, this whole choice is fucked up I think I can kick the shit out of anyone who gets me upset later.

"Well, I take your advice and don't let anyone else know. I have one candidate I can trust for this position. He and I both benefited. "Prepare for my departure tomorrow, we will go to New York City," I said at last. I've arranged everything so neatly, everything must go smoothly.

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POV VIONA

Today is the happiest day of my life, after many years of painting art, I can finally have a painting exhibition at the metropolitan museum of art in New York. This is my dream since I was a kid, I've been dying to get my work on display in one of the world's greatest collections.

Metropolitan Museum of art has a collection of over two million pieces of art. His permanent collection included works of ancient classical and ancient Egypt, paintings, and statues of most of the famous European artists, and a large collection of American and modern art.

It is also the home of a host of Musical Instruments, costumes and accessories, and the ancient weapons and armor of the world. Some aristocratic interior, from the first Roman to modern American design.

Many times I pinched my arm to assure myself this was not a dream, yes! It's reality.

It's all real. I was chosen to be one of the painters who had the opportunity to exhibit my paintings here, and the good news is, the museum chose my best painting to be featured at the metropolitan museum of art.

I'll explain myself, I'm Viona Rosalin son of former textile tycoon James Arthur. London born, 27 years old England.

What do you think of the meaning of the word beautiful? Do you think beautiful is women who have clean whites, high noses, and body goals?

If that's the case, I'm in the pretty category according to your version. I also have blue eyes like the ocean, anyone looking at me once would fall in love especially the Adams. I'll make sure a lot of women are jealous of my perfection. Because I have all the physical perfection of women's dreams.

Yeah, although I think pretty's relative.

Like I said before. I'm pretty. According to the versions of most people, many worship me in this city but I reject them. I don't mean to be presumptuous, it's just that there hasn't been a time when I fell for my little friend. Not only do I confess that I am beautiful but I have received much praise from all types of people.

And all the evens had the right to praise themselves beautifully, and everyone had its beauty. Once again, people thought differently about beauty but the general size of beauty was me.

Get off the subject. Yeah, you're probably wondering why my dad is an ex-businessman because James is my father in prison seven years ago and we're broke until there's nothing left. I went to New York to avoid a media rampage, continue to follow me asking questions about the scandal, and I also avoided my first love for me is so disappointing, so ashamed that my father had stolen his shares to prison.

I was able to live in New York because of the help of my old high school friend who lived here to start a business, I was grateful to have some help working at one of his cafes, where I collected a few pennies in people's town by painting and barista in his cafe.

To be honest, I'm trying like hell to make money to get my dad out of prison. He's guilty but I can't let him spend the rest of his life in a cage, I only have him in this world.

Enough with the life stuff. I can't think of the sadness, the happy day I have to enjoy smiling at the expense of my entrepreneurs who are willing to spend their money on my paintings.

Today I'm wearing an elegant blue frozen gown with an open arm at my knee. I do have to look pretty and pretty to attract rich people to see my work.

After the exhibition arrived at the auction, we offered my first painting for auction. And today I'm going to auction five different paintings, each of the paintings having a different meaning in the molten watercolors on a blank canvas. Whatever I make at the auction, I still appreciate my hard work making day and night.

POV VIONA

It didn't take long for four paintings to be sold. One painting remains to be auctioned today, a picture of a child on a white horse on a green meadow in a small village. This painting was created by the imagination of my first love, a handsome, brave man like a fearless warrior.

"This is my first work, it means so much to me for telling of a childhood friend who has been my greatest inspiration. Such a beautiful piece I'm opening for $100. Please make your offering! we're waiting for the highest price. thank you." My flat for the last painting.

Some fight for the highest price. But then a handsome, gallant man sat in the back row of seats to the attention of all auctions including myself.

"One million dollars," said the man. My eyes lit up with my mouth open to hearing it, a painting that opened for only $1000 gets a million. Their voices alternated between quaking in the hiss, offering a varying price, but after the man offered me the highest price, I don't think any sane person would dare bid the work of an ordinary painter like me for more than that.

"Will any man still dare to charge more than you?" the Master of ceremony shouted for his next offer, silent for a few moments.

"I don't think there is anymore. Well, we've decided that the gentleman over there deserves this painting. Excuse me, Sir, can you please state your name?" The master of ceremony was smiling impatiently waiting for the man's reply.

"Richard Nelson," the man blurted out and then took off his sunglasses that covered his hazel eyeballs. The piercing stare compelled anyone to see it.

My body tensed, my head bowed impulsively unable to look at it. The man in the painting is here.

'Richard has come to my flail? Is this my nap dream? 'my inner? His name kept swirling around in my head.

"Mr. Rich will meet with the administration to finish administration after the auction," declared Master of Ceremony.

In the stress of my body turning cold, I was confused as to whether or not this was a beautiful dream. My mind is churning, I know very well how Richard's character is impossible to waste time doing useless work that will not generate money or profit but today I see him present only to the fair.

Richard must have other business, I can assure you attending the exhibition is not the point. I worked hard to straighten my heart out and lifted my head and smiled as sincerely as I could at him.

The auction is complete the exhibition hall is empty, leaving a few people who bought the painting to finish the transaction with the organizers including Richard. Richard walked right up to me with his hand in his pants pocket. I couldn't keep my eyes off him, lying if I said I wasn't fascinated by some amazing man in a formal suit. My heart rate is getting out of control. I can't tell if it's her heart beating from her terrifying stare or her charm.

"We need to talk," Richard made me a mix-up.

I pointed my way into my private quarters in this museum without answering her words. A room prepared for artists who do exhibitions.

"What has caused Mr. Rich to even bother to come here to an auction for a lowly painter like me?" The opening word I signed up for started a conversation with. Is that too harsh? I don't care I just want to fix this tension right away, but I seem to be the only one in tension. Richard was seen casually sitting back on the sofa with folded arms across his chest and legs crossed.

"I have a good deal for you," Richard explained to me with a difficult look to be guessed. That face with the lack of expression makes me more curious.

Being alone with her in a confined room makes me more nervous, Especially if our eyes accidentally met each other, it makes my heart beat faster. I think the situation is going to make me die young from a heart attack.

"I don't want to mince words Viona. I came here on one important point, I want you to be my wife," she says yet another flat expression as if her face would crack if she smiled a little. "I don't want to hear your rejection. If you accept my proposal your father will be released from prison," Richard added his voice sounding pushy.

Hearing that, I felt a soar above the clouds. Is this a proposal from a prince I've been waiting for all these years? I was so close to crying for an application proposal. Of course, I accepted that because Richard was my first and still is the only love in my heart. He's also the reason I left London. To be honest, I had no face to see him again after my father stole his shares and was sent to prison for his despicable deeds, I ran as far away from Richard as I could because I was ashamed of what my father had done.

I took my breath in and then exhaled, the proposal was too shocking and I was so happy. Accepting the proposal gave me two advantages to my father's freedom and of course my love. But why would Richard propose to me, would he feel guilty for leaving London even though it wasn't my fault? Or could he be conscious of my feelings and then fall in love with me too? Fuck whatever the reason is Richard's proposed to me right now. Even so, I had to play hard to get him to beg me.

"Why me?" I asked her to talk.

"Because I want to," he answered curtly.

"I accept," I answered enthusiastically. No longer CARES about the high-stakes.

"Good, sign the contract." Richard handed me a piece of paper. I thought about signing it without reading it.

Unfortunately, the guy stopped me and said, "Sure you don't want to read it first?" Richard's voice made me stop, suddenly a bad feeling came over my heart.

I nodded my head and began to read it, on the paper were points I had to obey. My eyes widened in disbelief. I should have suspected that Richard's proposal couldn't have been so sincere it must have had some ulterior motives.

"Are you married, rich?" I'm curious. My breath is tight, my chest drools like a thousand needles stabbing my heart.

"Yes, I have married seven years ago, shortly after you left London," he said casually. I was disappointed to find out that Richard was married. I don't know how to save my heart, it's too painful. I was just made to bounce on an impromptu proposal and then blow up with this contract.

"Have you lost your mind? You want me to be your second wife to take care of your first wife. I can't believe you're so heartless. I thought you weren't married and wanted to propose but it's, Rich. This contract is just you being signed, and what about me," I shouted at Richard, my tears melted away, I felt so fucked by him.

I don't believe the point of this contract is much more profitable for Richard. Willing to be his second wife to care for his comatose first wife and not to feel for one another. My heart hurts that I have to be a thorn in someone else's marriage.

"Can you keep your voice down? I don't want anyone to know about this. Of course, you will benefit, I will first release your father from prison without spending a penny, and second, after the contract expires I will compensate you." Richard explained as to the benefit I had from being willing to marry him, my heart ached more and more to hear it as if the love I had meant nothing at all.

Oh, God. I'm insulted by Richard's visit today. Does he think I'm some crazy woman who would do anything for money? Of course not, I can even live alone in the country without her help.

Anyone would not want a honeymoon, whether I or his first wife would be equally hurt if she found out he was a polygamist.

"No! I don't want to be your second wife, Rich, have you thought about the consequences? No one will be happy here, neither I nor your first wife. she'll be very disappointed to know she's on her marry again." My challenge to him. I do love her but I can't sacrifice my happiness and my future.

"No need to worry about my wife. she won't find out. I'll divorce you as soon as she wakes up. And what do you think I can do about it, huh?" He yelled at me. Once more her mental temper surfaced, Richard walked closer locking my hands behind my back. I'm scared but I can't be weak. I have to keep my pride.

"Why can't I refuse? Are you gonna kill me?" I screamed furiously as I tried to get out of the lock of his hand.

"Well, you're against me, dad? See what I can do to a thief like your father." With a relaxed tone and a sneering smile. He took off my fingers and showed me some photos that startled me, tears falling after looking at the person in the photograph.

My dad looked like he was beaten up pretty badly. I'm crying hysterically, Richard. it's crazy how he did this to blackmail me. Doesn't he feel sorry for me? For years I have suffered so much away from my father and now Richard is torturing him.

"Rich, I beg you! Don't do this to me. My father has suffered enough in prison. Release my father and I'll do as you ask." I begged him to get my father out of prison. It's okay for me to sacrifice one more time for my father's freedom.

"So you want to be my second wife and take care of my first wife?" He asked again. I nodded the signal. yes, slowly, Richard backed back up to take some distance.

"Take it easy, Viona. It's just for a while, be a good man, take good care of my wife until she wakes up. After that, I will divorce you and one more thing no one can know is that you are my wife. I'll introduce you to everyone in the house as my new nurse and my little friend. You've read the affidavit, too, haven't you? Remember, you can't fall in love with me, no physical touch of any kind. Your job is to take good care of my wife, make sure she's safe. If he gets a scratch on him, you'll know what happens," said Richard at length trying to warn me.

I thought very hard how Richard could forbid me to fall in love when all this time he had been in my heart. Let the taste stay on till the press.