Sharon sat on the sidewalk bench, crying silently. As if on cue, the rain starts to fall heavily. "Why? Why? What have I ever done to deserve this!?" she soliloquized angrily. She is not crying because she feels like a failure. She is crying because she has been staying strong all alone. After staying strong for a very long time, the tears couldn't help falling this time around.

Earlier that day...

Sharon stared at the letter on her desk in despair. Who will she ask for help now? Her brother Benedict, who is also the CEO, is not even an option right now because he totally hates her guts.

She stared at the dismissal letter again. Why has life always been unfair to her? She looked at her chubby reflection in the mirror. It's not her fault that she was born this way.

Ever since she was young, it must have been pretty obvious to everyone that she looks and behaves differently from her family. Her mother, Lena, was a hot model in her prime and is currently a well-known fashion designer.

She is the perfect combination of slim and sexy. The perfect genes Sharon didn't even inherit any; her sister Sheila is the one who takes after their mom. Sheila has those sexy blue eyes that seem to make men go mad over her. She is slim, beautiful, and has the perfect hourglass figure.

Something Sharon can only hope for in the coming years. Unlike Sheila, Sharon is her direct opposite. Even though she's the older daughter, she is the shortest in the family.

Unlike the females in their family, Sharon is chubby. She has brown hair and eyes. The only thing she inherited from her father. She doesn't have Benedict's intelligence or Sheila's beauty and charisma. She has always been an introvert, even at a young age.

She sighed and breathed deeply before holding the letter. "I have to at least try pleading. This is my only source of income. I can't lose this now," she thought, and she walked out of her office.

Heading to the manager's office, she prayed silently, hoping he would have sympathy for her. As soon as she knocked, she heard his voice. That voice that always sent shivers down her spine

‘Do you know the kind of shiver I'm talking about?’ Not the good kind of shiver, like you get when you're in love.

It's the bad one. You know when you are afraid of someone when you shiver in fear. That's the shiver I'm talking about. Sharon walked into the office with a pleading expression. The manager looked up and smiled, showing his dirty, dark-brown teeth.

Everyone is well aware of how badly her family treats her, so they treat her anyhow. They don't show her respect the way they show it to Sheila. Sheila is like a queen, but she is seen as nobody.

"I see, Sharon, you got the letter, right? I'm sorry about what happened. You are one of our best employees, and the company is sad to see you leave," he said, still smiling.

Sharon knows he isn't telling the truth. Who will be sad to see her leave? No one, absolutely no one. The happiest person would be Benedict.

He has been looking for ways to dismiss her. Why isn't it normal for brothers to try to protect their younger sisters?

Yes, he protects Sheila like a mother hen protects her chicks. Sometimes she wonders if they are really her siblings. There's that silent voice in her mind asking over and over again, "Am I adopted?"

"Sir, I haven't done anything wrong to deserve this letter. Please, sir, you should reconsider. You have just said to yourself that I'm one of your best employees. Do you really want to let me go?" she asked sadly.

The manager stood up, exposing his protruding belly that wasn't obvious before when he was sitting. He walked closer to Sharon and put his chubby hands on her shoulder, slowly caressing her.

Sharon swallowed, feeling very disgusted. "I gave you an option a few years ago, but you rejected it. If you had accepted, I would have been able to save you now," he said.

Sharon thought of this years ago when she joined the company. She was naive and very sensitive. It upset her a lot when people said bad things about her body size, and her brother didn't even try to defend or protect her.

She had yet to accept that Sheila was and would always be everyone's favorite. The manager unexpectedly defended her then. He stood up for her, and she felt safe knowing that at least someone cared about her.

Until she discovered his true motivation. He was a pervert. An old stinky pervert who enjoyed luring and exploiting new female employees.

"Sir, please take your hands off me. I didn't accept your offer years ago, and I certainly won't accept it today. You know it's rude to touch an engaged lady impolitely, Mr. Jean," Sharon uttered, shrugging his hands off her.

Mr. Jean stared at her, feeling a little bit stunned. For the first time since Sharon joined the company, she said his real name. What happened to her addressing him as sir?

He felt slightly irked and annoyed. He just gave her another chance to reconsider, but she blatantly refused. He doesn't want to have anything to do with an outcast anymore.

Someone whose family doesn't even care about him only wanted to help her before, but she has proven stubborn over and over again by rejecting his kind offer.

"There is nothing else to say, Miss Sharon. Go to the financial department and collect your last paycheck. Then get the hell out of this company!" Mr. Jean raised his tone while making the last statement.

Sharon didn't say anything, thinking it was really a mistake to come to him in the first place. She just turned around and left. Mr. Jean looked at her huge backside swaying sideways as she left, then licked his lips with a lustful look.

Sharon suddenly stopped as she touched the door knob. She turned around and didn't miss the lustful look on Mr. Jean's face. She walked towards him, feeling even more disgusted.

"Why have you come back?" Mr. Jean asked grumpily. He was enjoying watching her backside sway seductively, but she suddenly turned around, interrupting the show.

Sharon walked to his table and picked up a heavy book. She then went back to him and "I've always wanted to do this."

Before Mr. Jean could ask what she meant, she lifted the book and hit it on his potbelly. He screamed out in pain.

"Ouch!"

Obviously, he didn't see that coming.

Sharon dropped the book and walked out haughtily. Mr. Jean struggled, "You are fired!" Sharon turned back to look at him and then smirked. "I know. You can't fire me twice," she said before leaving the office.

He then frowned, remembering what just happened. People say beauty is without brains, but to him, Sharon doesn't have any. No beauty, no brain. How dare she do this to him! He would have made her regret it if he wasn't in so much pain.

"Here it is," the lady said, throwing the paper check at Sharon. She had to bend down to pick it up. She blushed out of embarrassment, not feeling surprised since this is what she faces at the company almost every day.

"Maybe I should be glad I'm leaving," she thought. "Then you'll feed on air, right?" her subconscious replies, making her frown at the painful reality.

"Jeez, I have to start thinking about how to pay my bills."

'Perhaps I should take Cherry's offer to write a story for money online,' she thought silently as she walked out.

Just before she could reach the entrance, she bumped into someone, and a briefcase fell down. "Bitch! Can't you see where you are going!?" Sharon looked up as soon as she heard the person's voice.

It's Benedict. He bent down and picked up his suitcase. Before she could say anything, he spoke, "I hope you got the letter, bitch. Don't ever come back to this company again. I know you can't survive without this company."

She swallowed the apology that was about to come out of her mouth and looked at him angrily. "I can do without this goddamn company!" she replied angrily.

Benedict looked at her, surprised because she had never spoken back to him before. She has always been quiet, no matter how he and Sheila bullied her. It seems like there's another lady standing in front of him. Where does Sharon know?

He chuckled and retorted, "I seem to have forgotten that you got yourself a rich boyfriend. Are you going to run to him for help now that you have no job? Aren't you scared that he might dump you?"

Sharon looked at him angrily and spat out, "He's not as unreliable as you!" She can tolerate anything against her, but she won't tolerate a single bad word said against Aiden.

He's the only one who has been there for her. She turned around to leave and heard Ben say, "Don't come back here crying for help."

"I won't," she answered and left.

When she arrived at the company's garage, she sighed in frustration at the sight of all the luxurious-looking vehicles, with only her own standing out as an eyesore.

As she was about to walk to her car, she saw Benedict's new Porsche parked in a secluded spot. She walked to the car and smirked as an idea clicked on her head.

Looking around, she found a stone big enough to do satisfying damage. Then she walked to the car and hit it several times, making a dent in it.

Satisfied at the state the car is in, she hurriedly drops the stone far away from the scene and rushes to her car. She took out her phone to check for messages, but there was no message from Aiden.

As she was wondering why Aiden didn't call or text her, she remembered what she had just done. "Gosh! Silly me. It's better I leave before someone comes out," she muttered.

Then, she zoomed off.

To be continued…

As she drove away, she thought of how her life was going to be from now on. Suddenly, the beautiful ring on her finger caught her eye. She smiled, touching the ring gently.

Amidst all these troubles and torture, there was only one person who silently stood by her. He was her best friend elevated to the status of a boyfriend, and now he is finally her fiance.

He is her everything. The one who doesn't mind how chubby she looks or the numerous beauties around him. He is the Aiden Kings. He also comes from a wealthy family, just like her.

The only difference is that he is the only child and he is totally adored by his parents, unlike her. She was very surprised when he tried being friends with her years ago.

Most guys actually prefer being with Sheila. Sometimes, when her mind drifts to the past, she always wonders why he didn't go be friends with Sheila. Why did he choose her over Sheila?

Sharon brought out her phone and checked again. Surprisingly, there are still no text messages or phone calls from Aiden. "Maybe he is really busy today," she said to herself.

She understands that his being the only heir to his parents' companies means he will be extremely busy sometimes. "I'll just go over to his apartment and wait for him," she murmured, humming a soft song to herself.

"Hmm... Ah! Yes, that's the spot! You have to go faster! Oh God! I'm cumming!" These were the lewd sounds Sharon heard when she stepped into Aiden's penthouse.

She was really surprised to see the door unlocked when she came because Aiden is supposed to be at work now and no one else lives with him.

Walking into the sitting room only to find clothing scattered around the room, she panicked and silently prayed, hoping what she was thinking right now was wrong.

"Maybe one of his friends just came over to visit, and he forgot to inform me," she soliloquizes. But when she picked up one of the clothes and it turned out to be Aiden's favorite shirt, her face turned completely pale.

She immediately rushed to the bedroom where the sounds were coming from, and sure enough, Aiden was right on top of a lady who was completely naked. He was so engrossed in the hot s*x that he didn't notice Sharon walking in.

Sharon stood at the door, shocked and confused at first. She even rubbed her face to make sure she was not seeing things. Then she gasped as she watched the two on the bed. Anger and hatred completely filled her heart slowly.

She rushed over to them and angrily hit Aiden with her bag. Aiden groaned from both pain and pleasure before he immediately stopped what he was doing.

The questions on Sharon's mind as she looked at him were: How could he have done this to her? She thought of what Benedict said at the company and gasped again. He cheated just before they finalized their wedding.

"You son of a bitch! How could you!?" She screamed, hitting him again with her bag again. Aiden withdrew from the lady and stood up, trying to evade her attacks.

"Babe, just calm down, okay? Calm down!" He said he was not even able to cover his nakedness. "Babe! Don't you dare to address me as babe! How dare you! After all we've been through together for all these years, you treat me like this!" She screamed, feeling immense pain in her heart.

She actually stopped hitting him and looked like she was about to cry. But she won't give him the satisfaction of seeing her cry. Aiden moved closer, trying to touch her.

"Babe, come on, don't cry. I don't want to see you cry," he said, touching her, but she shrugged his hands off her. "Aiden, why are you pleading? Let the bitch cry!" Sharon gasped as she heard the lady talk for the first time since she entered the room.

She shook terribly, looking at the lady in bed. "She...She...Sheila," she stuttered, unable to complete a sentence. Sheila smirked and stood up, wrapping the duvet around herself.

"What is it, bitch? Don't go about talking about how I cheated with your fiance, because Aiden was never and would never be yours," she said, moving closer to caress Aiden.

Aiden didn't even do anything to stop her. He only avoided looking directly into Sharon's eyes, subtly confirming that what Sheila is saying is really true.

"See this ring... He proposed to me, and very soon we'll be getting married after we welcome our first child," Sheila said, showing off the stunning ring on her finger while rubbing her stomach delicately.

'So she is already pregnant. How long have they been cheating behind my back?'Sharon thought as she clutched her chest tightly. Why would they do this to her? He could have just dated Sheila instead of deceiving her for so long. This heartbreak is too much to handle.

"Bitch better don't die here. You should get out and lock the door. Find somewhere else to die," Sheila answered, pulling Aiden back to bed.

Aiden turned to look at Sharon with a remorseful look. But Sharon missed his expression, as Sheila had already pushed him onto the bed and climbed on top of him.

They didn't even wait for her to leave before they started having s*x again. Sharon couldn't take it anymore, so she ran out of the room. Oh! She didn't forget to lock the door like Sheila asked her to.

She locked both the bedroom and the main door and even took the keys with her. As soon as she got out, she threw the keys far away from the house. I think they landed in the stream nearby.

She then turned around and made the f**k you sign.

'Fuck both of you. I hope you both suffocate in that room,' she thought as she walked away.

★★★★★★★

Present time

"Why won't this rain stop? Today is the worst day of my life," Sharon muttered, shivering from the cold, but she stubbornly refused to stand up from the bench. She bent her head and wept again.

The hooting sounds of the cars and noises from the passersby faded away as she slowly spaced out. She didn't even realize the cars passing were splashing mud on her. Neither did she realize how cold the weather is and how dark it is.

A few hours later, the rain had already stopped, but Sharon is still in the same position. People passed by every second, but no one even bothered to talk to her… No one bothered to ask the quiet, sad lady what happened.

A limousine passed by, and the occupants in it noticed Sharon. The bodyguard looked out of the window and asked, "What's she doing? Does she want to freeze to death?"

Around that time, there was little traffic on the road, so he could stare at Sharon all he wanted. He continued nagging about how careless she was to sit down on a bench in this cold weather without warm clothing on.

His boss finally got tired of his endless chatter and said, "Bring her in." The bodyguard was stunned at first, but when he received a cold glare from his boss, he quickly stood up.

The boss ordered his chauffeur to reverse, and the trail of cars following the limo also reversed.

The cars stopped in front of Sharon, but she didn't even notice them until the bodyguard came out of the car and made a loud sound, clearing his throat. Surprised, Sharon looked up to see the huge man standing in front of her.

It was then that she felt cold and noticed how late it was. She was about to say something, but the bodyguard spoke first: "Miss, my boss wants to see you." Then he said, "Follow me or die out here from the cold."

He then turned around to leave. Sharon gave him a puzzled look. Who is his boss? He sounds arrogant and cocky. Hell! Even the bodyguard behaves arrogantly.

Sharon didn't stand up, deciding she wouldn't follow the strange guy. The bodyguard returned just as he was about to open the car door and was surprised to see Sharon still sitting down obstinately.

He rolled his eyes inwardly, thinking of how impatient his boss must be right now. So he walked back to Sharon, bent down, and carried her over his shoulder roughly.

Sharon immediately screamed, "Put me down! Put me down this instant! This is illegal! It's called kidnapping!"

The bodyguard simply ignored her shouts and took Sharon to the limo. The man inside was able to hear the last statement Sharon made. He laughed coldly and asked, "Really? Who would believe that?"

Sharon gasped again as she recognized the man in the limo. What the heck is going on today? She did that thing by rubbing her eyes again to make sure she wasn't seeing things.

But it's really him!

He just rested his head on his hands, watching Sharon coldly and wondering why she's behaving this way.

★★★★★

Meanwhile, when Benedict came out to see his car bashed, he almost uprooted the whole company with his anger. He went to Porsche, shocked and not able to believe that it was his new car. He has not even finished paying for it yet.

He turned to look at the shaky employees behind him. No one dared look up at him. "Who among you did this!" He yelled, enraged.The employees shook their heads hurriedly, saying, "Not me, sir."

After many threats, the receptionist said, "Sir, after you came in, Sharon was the last person to leave." Benedict thought of it and believed her.

He then smiled coldly and said, "Seems like she hasn't learned her lesson yet. Making her jobless is not enough. Maybe when I make her homeless too, she will not dare to test my patience again."

He dismissed the staff, brought out his phone, and called someone. As soon as he ended the call, he smirked and said, "Sharon, you will come back to me soon begging for help."

To be continued…

Sharon looked at him again, stunned. Sitting in front of her is Jasper Madon. He's one of the most popular billionaires in the city. He has been trending lately on headlines because he recently just lost his wife and his legs to a tragic accident.

He uses a wheelchair. Sharon stared at him as she couldn't believe that she was sitting in front of the nation's husband.

Yes, even before the accident, tabloids and magazines have always tagged him along with the title of the nation's husband. Meaning he is the most sought after man in the city.

The tabloids may be right about him being cold-hearted, but they forgot to add that he's also cocky and arrogant. He smirked at her coldly.

“What were you doing out there alone? Your clothes even look wet meaning you must have sat in the rain. What were you thinking?” he spoke slowly in an icy tone, emitting intense pressure on the other occupants in the car. Well, except Sharon of course.

Sharon frowned and answered, “I don't think that's your business Mister. Why have you asked your men to kidnap me? I didn't request your help! So let me go right now!”

The chauffeur was about to start driving away, but when he heard the angry lady's voice, he stopped confused about what to do. But as soon as he looked in the mirror and noticed the cold look on his boss' face, he immediately knew what to do.

Of course, Sharon saw all this and frowned. "Why is he doing the opposite of what she asked for?" He smiled and asked, "Who saw them kidnap you?”

Sharon immediately stopped shouting and looked out of the window. Everywhere is dark and there's no one in sight. So even if she wants to report this cocky man, no one will be able to assist her as there won't be any witnesses. That is if security will even believe her.

She suddenly panicked immediately thinking of begging him to release her. But then, with her stubborn personality, she refused to apologize for doing nothing. So instead, she started screaming for help while banging on the window loudly.

Jasper looked up feeling annoyed wondering if he made a mistake. The bodyguard that had literally forced Jasper to bring her in because of his complaints looked away in fear.

He dared not look at his face afraid to see the scary, cold and possibly annoyed look on his face. “Tch! So noisy,” Jasper said quietly. Sharon glared at him, her voice already raspy from shouting.

She was about to say something when his phone vibrated. Jasper glanced at the message and sighed. He suddenly looked so exhausted. Sharon swallowed what she wanted to say reluctantly, wondering why there is a sudden change in his expression.

She quit screaming and watched him lie back on the seat closing his eyes. Only after she had noticed the sudden sadness and exhaustion in his eyes.

★★★★★★

'Brother, Tia is crying non-stop again and Jimmy has refused to go to bed until he sees you,' this was the message Jasper read. It's from his younger sister, Lena. He sighed and closed his eyes.

Ever since Amber died in that fatal accident, he had to raise their two young children alone. It would have been difficult without Lena because during that accident he didn't only lose his wife, he also lost the use of legs.

Now he has to rely on a wheelchair for the rest of his life. Jimmy was a very understanding kid. He didn't even ask questions or say anything when he couldn't find his mother.

But it's really hard on Tia. She is just four months old and needs her mother's breast milk. He was contemplating getting a wet nurse for her, but Lena refused, saying she could take care of the baby herself.

But now he really should consider hiring a wet nurse as it's difficult for Lena to juggle between school activities and also take care of the kids.

He sighed again thinking, 'Amber why did you leave? I can't do this without you.' He closed his eyes and murmured, “Why did they do this to us? She didn't deserve this.” Sharon looked at him confused, “Who is he talking about?”

Neither he or Sharon said a word as the limo slowly drove away. Two quiet, broken hearts silently comforting each other.

★★★★★

As they arrived at their destination, Sharon gaped at the gigantic mansion amazed at the beauty and splendor of it. She couldn't stop staring at it. Even though she's from a rich family, the rich also have their own level.

We have the average class rich, the middle class rich and the high class rich. Sharon falls into the middle class rich even though she doesn't get to enjoy the benefits of wealth.

Jasper slowly opened his eyes seeing that the limo stopped. And the first thing he saw was Sharon staring out of the window with her mouth opened.

“Tch... Close your mouth or you might actually end up swallowing a fly. Besides, no one wants to see your yellow teeth,” he said, enjoying the change of expression on her face.

Sharon closed her mouth abruptly and turned to look at him. There was no sign of the sad or exhausted expression on his face earlier.

He's back to being cocky and arrogant. Let's add rude to the list. She looked at him. He has a handsome face like an angel, but beauty doesn't match with his characters at all.

She imagined herself beating him to a pulp right now and smiled happily because she was hitting him hard with a stick in her imagination. But then, he flicked his fingers in front of her and interrupted her happy thoughts.

“Why are you smiling that way? It doesn't suit your chubby face,” he remarked rudely. Sharon glanced at her smile on the window screen.

What does he mean? Her smile looks beautiful. She turned around and glared at him.

Before asking, “Why have you brought me here? Take me back right now!” Jasper rolled his eyes wondering who was just looking amazed right now and why she's pretending that she wants to go back.

Even after his accident made him unable to stand upright again, that fact didn't stop women from chasing him relentlessly. They still sent him numerous love letters and flowers that used to annoy Amber when she was alive.

Jasper smiled remembering the day Amber beat up one of his female staff just because she made coffee for him and put love designs on it. Meanwhile Sharon shivered watching Jasper smile while in deep thoughts. His smile is really scary right now. What the heck is he thinking about?

“You should frown more often. Smile doesn't suit your face because you like the joker right now,” Sharon spoke rudely.

Immediately she said that, it wiped off the smile on his face and replaced it with a frown. He looked at the rude woman opposite him and felt like yanking her hair so hard that she would cry out of pain.

He frowned and looked at his legs in regret. Sharon followed his point of view and instantly guessed what he was thinking. She smiled knowing no matter what she says or does, he can't do anything.

He glared at her and answered, “Watch what you say fatty. You should check your weight and go on a diet before insulting someone else.”

Sharon gasped and puffed up her cheeks angrily. ‘What a rude man? He dares to call me fatty.’ She already knows how chubby she is, so he doesn't have to rub it in her face.

“Being angry doesn't suit you. You look like a swollen puffed bun right now,” he said repeating what she had told him earlier.

Sharon gasped dramatically and pointed her finger at him, “You’re rude... Cocky...” She couldn't complete her statement cause the door suddenly opened and two hefty looking bodyguards helped Jasper into his wheelchair.

Sharon followed, not waiting or expecting anyone to invite her out. As they slowly walked towards the house, Sharon glanced at Jasper.

He looks so powerful sitting in the wheelchair. The cold expression on his face and his heavenly beauty makes him look just like a powerful sleeping lion. Just that in his case, he is sitting not sleeping.

★★★★★

“Babe! I think the door is jammed. I can't open it,” Sheila said as she tried opening the room door. She has dressed up already and is ready to go but she can't open the door.

Aiden walked out of the bathroom with only a towel and walked to the door. Sheila stared at him seductively and suddenly felt so wet looking at how yummy he looked.

Aiden looked at her and noticed the look on her face. He chuckled and said, “Babe don't give me that look. Unless you don't wanna leave this room today.”

Sheila pouted and replied, “It's not my fault that you look so delicious. I wanna eat you.” She whispered huskily when saying the last one. Aiden smiled and planted a quick kiss on her lips.

Then he tried opening the door. After a few trials he turned to her and said, “I think it's locked. It has never jammed before.” Sheila frowned, confused and suddenly thought of something.

“I swear I'm gonna kill that bitch when I next see her. She must have locked us in,” Sheila said angrily.

“Don't worry. I'll just call someone to come fix it,” Aiden said and went to pick his phone. He tried calling and suddenly realized that it was dead.

“Oh shit! My phone is dead. Babe can I have yours?” he asked and Sheila gave him her phone. He checked it and shouted, “No signal. Why is there suddenly no f**king signal!”

Now Sheila starts to panic a little thinking of the fact that they may suffocate in the room.

To be continued…