- Sequel of Mafia's cruel love
- NOTE: This Book can be read without reading the first one but still if you don't want to be confused at some point, I suggested you to read the first book before reading this one.
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" Mam...this are the new designs that the team has been working on for weeks.." A young lady walks inside the office as she knocked two times before enter inside.
Yn raised her sight as she smiled.
" Zara... Just placed them on the desk... And tell the whole team to take a break to relax now..they have been working hard for this project even since we got the contract..." Yn said as she was analysing the status of financial of the company, a genuine smile formed as she thanked god for helping in every risky steps she took to achieve this much today.
The company wasn't the most successful ones, but still she succeeded to make a name with proudness.
The company which she built with her courage and tears, a small building she bought with the little profits she saved in a side so that the burden of renting one could finally go away.
She didn't have any money at the start, but working multiple part time jobs, while completing her degrees was surely a great challenge which she succeeded to complete with proudness.
She will never forget how she begged to her relatives to loaned her some money to that she could start her own business, but instead of recieving support, she was given humiliation and being the joke of the entire family with the tilte of poor imprinted on her forehead.
That day she realised that money was more important than blood related bond. Money may be just a piece of paper with ink imprinted on it but it was that piece of paper which value was greater than family relationship to her relatives.
The way they mockingly laughed at her when she was at her lowest situation, the way they insulted her parents for being shameless to beg for money.
The way her parents lowered their heads in shame, while thousand of insults being threw at them.
She witnessed everything with angry tears falling from her eyes, her hands fisted to the side, gritting her teeth, promising herself that one day she will make them pay for every curse and insults.
Just remembering that moment of the past makes her want to burn them alive.
She wasn't that weak and powerless girl anymore, instead she's that woman who stood up straight, raising her head high with confidence as she achieved everything with all her hardworking efforts.
Today, all her parents debts and loan they had taken for her education expenses, they all were paid with your money that you earned with hardwork.
She felt thankful that her parents never asked her what happened to her in South Korea, resulting her to quick her ongoing studies and return back to her country in a desperate figure without informing them of her arrival, as she just stormed inside her home with shredding tears and a pale face.
Maybe they knew it was a delicate and painful situation to ask or question her.
Instead of questioning her, they took care of her, comforting her in every ways they could, giving all of their support she badly needed.
