1 Fake Wife(1)

The outskirts of H city. A black car was speeding. The inside of the car could not be seen because of the tilted window. But what was a car doing in the middle of nowhere at night?

"Sir, we annihilated the Purple Demons. Now there is no other power that defies you in H City." The driver of the car said in a low voice.

"What's the update on that matter?" A voice came from the back. The voice deep and mellow. A hint of seriousness.

"Reporting to Boss. It is a couple party and has really high security so you cannot take just anyone."

"Mmh."

"You'll have to be married to get in because the host is very covetous of his wife and thinks every man wants to steal her."

"Alright."

Only God knew what went through this man's mind. The driver could only report the things to him, and stay alert. Although the driver looked serious and upright on the outside, he was a cutie on the inside. A huge fan of shoujo manga and anime. I mean, who would believe that Peyton Huo, the assistant of the mighty Vincent Han was an otaku?

'Boss is like those cold CEOs of romance mangas. Always so serious and ruthless. Wonder when he'll find his cute and innocent wife.' Peyton thought to himself and cheered for his Boss and future Madam.

His boss was obviously the top dog of H City, Vincent Han.

Vincent Han, the owner of Ven Corps. The biggest company in the country ranked number 1 and number 2 in the whole world.

Talking about appearance, he was like those characters in web mangas who were cold and distant on the outside, but a total softie on the inside. Pitch black hair, phoenix eyes and thin lips. Add the cool white skin, and you get a man more attractive than any woman in the city. The only things that saved him from being mistaken as a girl were his straight and devilish eyebrows and his eyes.

As he sat on the backseat with his black suit on, he looked slender. The kind of slender that looked attractive. But only his mirror knew what rock hard things he hid. Ahem.. on his stomach. Abs.

It was easy to think that he had a lot of women beside him, but who knew that he would repulse women and be rumoured as gay? That too with his assistant Peyton?

God knew how much Peyton cursed his boss for not having a girlfriend. How could he, the pure and innocent flower boy next door be the protagonist of a yaoi romance?

No one would believe he was the commander of Vincent's secret organisation, if they heard his thoughts.

All of a sudden, the car hit something. Because the road the steep, they weren't moving that fast, but still it was fast enough to kill someone.

Peyton fiercely stopped the car.

"Go check." Vincent ordered.

Peyton got down and saw a figure laying down a few metres away from the car.

"Boss, I think it's a person."

Vincent was annoyed by Peyton's carelessness. Yes, he ruthlessly killed people, but he never harmed innocents. What if something happened to that person?

He got off the car and went to check. Still on his guard because it could be a trap by his enemies.

Being rich and powerful had a price. You can never trust anyone and you'll always be surrounded by enemies and fake people. In this whole world, the only person he trusted was Peyton. That's also because of Peyton's backstory with him.

As he got forward, he saw a female figure on the road. She was bloody and injured. But it wasn't from being hit by the car. There were cuts on her body. Like someone mercilessly slashed her whole body without any intention of killing her.

Her all black outfit was completely wet. Although the black hid the blood, it was obvious that her clothes were damp by blood.

"Why would anyone do this to a girl? What enmity did she have with anyone to make them torture her like this? This is too cruel." Even the scary commander Peyton said this. So obviously, the situation was gruesome.

But Vincent was standing there, stunned. The strands of red hair were motionlessly sitting on the girl's collarbone. Her eyes were familiar. They were vaguely open, almost shut, but he could still sense familiarity within them.

He slowly reached his hand to remove the mask on her face.

She was murmuring something.

"..powder.. on waist.. on wounds.. won't.. scar.."

Vincent figured that she meant she had something on her waist that'll prevent her from getting scars. His mouth twitched. Even at this moment, this woman was worried about her getting scars? Will she even live? Is she worrying about being buried with scars?

What he didn't understand was, a scar meant a way to recognise her. Her scarlet hair was already a downside. And if she had a scar now, she will definitely get caught someday.

She knew she would survive. She just needed rest and time. Her vision was blurry, so she couldn't see who was rescuing her. But she could make out from his perfume and her instincts that he was really rich and doesn't have evil intentions towards her.

So, she slowly gave up and drifted into unconsciousness.

The moment he removed her mask, his eyes momentarily widened. His fingers trembled. But then he regained his composure and faintly smiled.

He carried her towards the car.

"Inform the personal doctor to prepare everything at my villa. And keep this between us."

Peyton nodded at his boss's orders. Clearly not understanding why his boss picked up a random woman. His boss didn't even come into close contact with women and he gently carried this woman to his car? Guilt is okay, but shouldn't guilt be a little less intimate?

"And also, inform the lawyer that we found my fake wife." Vincent added while he smiled warmly.

He knew just by touching her that she just needs to be tended for her blood loss, other than that she was fine. To others it might look miraculous, but to him it normal. This was how a fighter's body was made. But still he bit his lips and his hands trembled as he held onto her.

She was hurt! He was definitely not going to spare the one who did this to her.

He found her after years. He looked and looked, but couldn't find a single clue. It was like she disappeared from this world and never existed. But in his mind, he clearly remembered her rare scarlet hair and pitch black eyes. Her strikingly beautiful face that could set fire to water. He could never forget her face!

Tonight she walked right in his palms, and she dared to be this injured? A tint of fear and helplessness flashed in his eyes. He forgot that he analysed her condition himself, he forgot that she wasn't in any mortal danger. He only saw the wounds and blood.

"Go faster!" Vincent growled.