Ru Han's POV

The urge to run after Marcela was huge. Greyson stares down at me like a hound. Clearly, his stupid brain is finally catching on. I straighten out my suit jacket and begin heading out, completely ignoring my nephew, but he catches me halfway out with his cold words

"Do you have to fight me for everything, Uncle?"

I pause for a second and turn around to face him. "I don't fight for what's already mine, Greyson, and the earlier you understand, the better." I pat him on the shoulder and stride out of the damn club. I look around for any sight of her, knowing clearly I won't be seeing her.

I drive down the street towards Siyan's company, Star Entertainment.I was not one to judge my friends, but hooking up with the trainees under your company and treating them like playthings, knowing clearly that their feelings for you were genuine, was just diabolical. People like Siyan always put their best interest first; at some point I tried being like him, but blame it on my soft heart, I always end up being the hurt one.... Siyan and she are the same person, and I'm her poor friend Haru, always dreaming for things that truly don't belong to me.

As I drive closer, I make out Marcela's figure, and that boy, Haru...he seemed to be crying. What a sissy. I drive slowly towards them and park, without them noticing me. I slide down the window just enough to catch what they're saying.

"You don't know how it feels...ok, yes... I look cheap begging for a man to love me, but at least I'm not a coward who runs away every time." She eyes him in disbelief with tears streaming down her face. "You, out of all people, should know why I left, yes... I'm a coward, but I'd rather run and hurt for the rest of my life than hurt him with the truth... You know what, Haru? Do whatever you want; if you want to agree to be Siyan's ''menstress'' be my guest. At the end of the day, it's your life; don't let me stop you even if it means not saving yourself a bit of dignity. " I ponder on who she referred to when she said she'd rather not have him hurt. Was she talking about me? A little happiness creeps inside me at the thought that she did have a valid reason to leave me... Maybe we still had a chance?

She turns to walk away but turns back halfway. "Ouhh, and your mom called...at least pick up her calls before you push her away too. Bye Haru, take care of yourself. Haru stands there, watching her with teary eyes; he looks at the takeout food that she maybe brought for him. And

I drive towards her. "Get in the car, Marcela." She looks at me in bewilderment and ignores me. I stop the car to get out, approaching her in a matter of seconds. "Don't make me say it again!" She looks at me defiantly with her tear-streaked face. "Ru Han, in what position are you telling me to get in your car?" I grab her hand and practically just drag her. "How about your man?" After finally getting her in my car, she scoffs at my words, which I smirk at. "What? Am I still not rich enough for you...or are you doubting my sexuality again?" I remove my suit jacket and unbutton my shirt, revealing my hard-earned abs; she gapes at them and tries to look away... I take her hand so she feels them. "There you go. How do you like me now?" Her face goes red as she pulls away her hand. "What do you want, Ru Han?" I lean in closer to her, inhaling her scent... "You." She shifts uncomfortably in her seat, ignoring the fact that I was practically in her space. She looks at me defiantly, her eyes burning with something I couldn't quite discern.

"Whatever you're playing at, Ru Han, don't bother.... I know you want revenge for what I did to you back then, but don't you think you're being too much....C'mon, I was 16." Anger contorts my features to think I was going to put aside my revenge and try to hear out this woman as to why she left me. "You don't learn, do you, Marcela?" She looks away from me, but I force her to look back at me. "Don't you dare look away from me when I talk to you!" She glares at me and practically digs her fingernails into my hands that are holding her face to me.... I squeeze my eyes shut, not from the pain she's inflicting, but from what I'm seriously going to do with her. I open my eyes, and she's still going on about me being petty, not being able to shut her up... I do the only thing I can.

Placing my mouth on hers. In an instant old memories of us back in high school flash by.... I unknowingly deepen the kiss, surprised to the fact that she's responding to me, just like old times...a bit skillfully, though, and not pushing me away.