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Chapter 18

Sodo got me sick ugh I can't believe this anyway, haven't this since I finished 😍🤭 and if anyone simps for the arranged marriage guy I'm gonna flip and send you to Swiss's timeout stage.

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Shaking her head and rolling her eyes. Not like it was the first time they had arranged one. This was the fourth actually. This time with a wealthy, entitled, rich, strong Australian accented, blond boy that had come all the way from England and had travelled the way to Japan, which is where they were now, just to marry so her 'mommy and daddy' could get even more richer than they already were and what they actually needed to be.

They were above poverty, way above it actually. This wasn't a sob story where everyone falls for eachother or a love triangle, the quite opposite actually. Every person she was arranged with she told off and made them run off to their parents begging to leave the country. This time was suppose to be no different. Although plans changed when he fought back unlike the others. Which is the reason she was out here now.

Only reason they wanted her to marry a rich boy was so they could flaunt her off to everyone. Flaunting how she had perfect grades, talking about school, everyone hated her or either manipulated her into giving her money to them. Again, this wasn't a perfect story where everyone gets everything. No, this was reality. They wanted her to perfected every instrument, marry a rich man and have a 'happy' family.

She could only gag in disgust as she thought of it. Letting the water run against her skin, washing off all of the body wash, feeling cleaner already. Grabbing the conditioner on her right, she drizzled it against her hair. This time it was scented with actual blossoms.

Scrubbing hard and making sure she scrubbed her scalp of all its unwanted dirt and leaves. Looking down into the water drain as she let the conditioner soak in. The water previously being a mucky brown, now being clear and translucent with the occasional bubble.

After 2-3 minutes she leaned forward. Letting her hair fall in front of her and scrunching and rubbing the residue of the products off before reaching over to turn the knob. The water instantly turning off as the shower head just leaked occasional water droplets. Squeezing her hair off all the water that was in, or whatever she could get off anyway.

Opening the shower door as the cold air entered the small room, and hot steamy air left it. Shivering and swiftly grabbing the clean white towel on the side. Unwrapping it from its neat fold and instead wrapping it around her body.

Walking over to a counter that had lotion and a hairdryer already laid out. Looking for something and finally finding, taking the hairdryer and plugging in the wire into the outlet. The hairdryer immediately turning on and hot air spewed from it.

Sighing and standing in front of the hairdryer as she grabbed another smaller tower from the side and started manually drying her hair. After partially drying it, she dropped her body towel, but not before walking over to the door of the bathroom and using the towel to wrap around the handle of the door, seemingly as there was no key lock or button to lock it. Looking it over and deciding that it wasn't gonna work, she walked over to movable towel rack and started pulling. Huffing and pulling with all her might the wheels finally started moving from its spot against the wall.

Pushing it against the door preventing it from opening as both the weight and the height of the rack prevented it from being opened. Overthinking that she should've done that earlier but worshipping whatever god was up there that no one walked in. Sighing and walking back to where she previously was.

Going back to the counter to start applying lotion to moisturise her damp yet dry skin. Feeling the cold feeling and texture of the lotion touching her skin. After applying it everywhere making sure she got every nook and cranny, she grabbed the clothing that stood to the side. A simple black dress that had an upside down cross imprinted on the back.