I NEED A WIFE (LMSY) || ON HOLD

Chapter 1

Lookmhee sat back in her plush office chair, a glass of red wine in her hand, clinking it with her best friend Freen. They were celebrating the start of the construction for Lookmhea's massive new resort project—a project that had taken months of planning, strategizing, and countless sleepless nights. 

This was it. Her stepping stone to becoming the next CEO of her father's empire.

"Can you believe it? Finally, it's happening!" Lookmhea said, a proud smile on her face. "I thought it would never get off the ground with all the delays."

Freen nodded, swirling her own glass. "You worked your ass off for this, dude. It's about time things started moving. Your father's going to have no choice but to make you CEO after this."

"That's the plan," Lookmhee grinned, taking another sip. "If this goes well, he has no excuse. I'll have proven myself."

The door creaked open, and Paula, Lookmhea's secretary, walked in. She looked nervous, fidgeting with the papers in her hand, but neither Lookmhee nor Freen paid much attention at first.

"Yes, Paula?" Lookmhea finally asked, noticing the tension but still in a good mood. She leaned back in her chair, wine glass poised at her lips.

Paula hesitated, then spoke, "Ma'am... about the project. The construction—"

"Yeah? What about it?" Lookmhee asked, looking a little curious now.

Paula took a deep breath, her eyes glued to the floor. "It's been halted. Construction has stopped."

Lookmhee nearly choked on her wine. "What?!" she spluttered, sitting up straight. Freen's eyes widened as well, concern flashing across her face.

Paula shifted on her feet. "Your father ordered it. He's requesting your presence right now."

Lookmhee's face went cold. "What the hell do you mean, 'my father ordered it'?" she demanded, setting her glass down with a sharp clink. "This project is my baby, I've been working on this for over a year!"

Freen gave her a worried glance, but Lookmhee was already on her feet, storming towards the elevator. Her fingers jabbed angrily at the button for the top floor. She barely waited for the doors to open before stepping inside, her heart pounding with frustration.

"He's always pulling this crap," Lookmhee muttered to herself, eyes glaring at the elevator doors as they closed. "Every damn time I get close to proving myself, he throws some curveball at me. What the hell does he want now?"

The elevator dinged, and Lookmhee stormed out, marching straight into her father's office without knocking. Manners could wait—this was too important.

Her father, sitting calmly at his desk, looked up as she burst in, but his expression remained unreadable.

"Father," she started, holding back the full force of her anger. "Why did you stop the construction? I've been working on this for 14 months! What's going on?"

He didn't even blink. "I did, and there's no going back."

Lookmhee's breath hitched. "Why? What's the reason?" She was trying to stay calm, but her voice shook with frustration.

He leaned back in his chair, looking at her with that same stern, indifferent expression he always had. "You know why."

Lookmhee frowned, confused. "No, I don't! What are you talking about?"