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We have a Child, Mr. Ceo

Two Business owners with a past finally meet again. Meet Kathy, a simple girl with a traumatizing childhood. She was the eldest and possibly did all the impossible things just to keep her and her brother alive. She was a penniless girl with a dream, she thrive until she finally reached the high civilization and own a Manufacturing company thanks to her best friend Alice. It was just a simple day at the office when someone familiar appeared in front of her face and it took all of her courage away. Just by the look of his face, all the unhappy memories flashed like lightning in her mind: Her traumatizing past, their past together, Her abusive parents and the most especial part was their son. Which he didn't know that it existed. Faith must be playing with them for they joined together and became business partners and with a little twist, Kathy became his secretary for the main time to repay her debts with Mr. Bonneville but being the secretary was not her only job, she was also the observant and the assistant and they were focusing on killing the company of their Enemy. Will it be destiny's time to fix their broken cord and give them the closure that they need? or leave it like nothing happened between them.

ColdHearted_Dark · Urban
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157 Chs

Chapter 72 - Beautiful to me

Kathy's Pov

I was a girl full of trauma, I didn't know how to deal with me. Going out was my coping mechanism and it was therapeutic for me and it was one of the reasons why I always go out late at night, no matter how unsafe it was for me, I was willing to take the risk just to get out of my hell house. 

But each time I go out, I always wish that my little brother was normal so we can go out and share each others struggle without pretending. I feel so lonely, keeping all of my struggles with myself. I wish Dustine and I are able to go out without other people's stares and this town sucks. I have to be very strong for Dustine even though people call him names when we go out, he never really truly cared about them. 

Loud noises, plates shatters or any other things that triggers my trauma makes me remember all the things I suffer from the past and here I am curled up in a ball inside my bedroom, covering myself with blanket.