Her Precious Heart

Prologue

A loud sound rang the entire building yet no one seemed to get irritated by it but the only one girl who doesn't want to be in the building but had no choice but to stay... Everyone else was partying, some of them hold some grudge and made alcohol as the only thing that can make them forget about everything bad that happen in their life.

A fragile and sweet girl who doesn't like bars were now sitting in the bar with 2 glass of alcohol which she already consumed.

"One glass, please," she shrieks. The bartender who was looking at her suspiciously makes his way to her after hearing her request.

"Miss, you already drunk 2 glasses of martini yet you look so waste already," he reminds.

The girl shifted her look from her hand to the bartender who spoke. Is he telling her what to do? She's tipsy, she's not drunk!

"Do I look like I give a f*ck? What is your job here? You're not here to worry about people but giving them what they ask for." Her harsh words didn't let the bartender fall into disappointment.

He had encountered many people like this.

He was just shocked that the daughter of the successful owner of the café all over the world and many franchises were here. He never expected that she would pick a bar that was not that much known by many residences and just a small bar.

The bartender sighed, he can't do anything but follow her request. Who is he to stop her when he was just a low class and powerless in her eyes? His words were just useless. However, her face looks so approachable and so kind, maybe it was just her path that was getting rough for her that she turned into a baby monster?

Who knows...

A man who looks untrustworthy but looks handsome went towards the fragile girl. She was roughly drinking the alcohol that the bartender just served to her. She let a sighed as the alcohol run down to her throat and feels a hot, rough feeling in her esophagus. Beside her sat the man with a bad intention.

He starts to touch her thigh, catching her off guard. She looks at his side with boredom in her eyes then looks away, nonchalantly without even pushing the man's hand out in her thigh. She was uncomfortable with his touch but didn't do anything. Her parents just want her to marry someone who she doesn't even know and ever in her life they show interest in her life nor take care of her. They were workaholic parents that they forgot that they had a daughter waiting for them to come home.

Even if she wants to push his hands away, she literally can't do anything. She ordered another martini and drink them in one gulp. "You seemed stressed, baby girl," he said in a bedroom voice. Tipsy, Hazel let out a sarcastic chuckle. "You know, come with me and you'll be in heaven." She slowly shook her head.

"I don't need heaven," she simply retorts. The man who is totally drunk can't process her words properly and thought that it was a joke and laughs. Hazel didn't flinch and decided to stand up, a little bit wiggling. 

"I can't believe a woman like you can be so picky, do you?" She didn't mind him and start to walk even if her walk wasn't that stable and her vision was getting blurry.

The man went after her and was about to grab her wrist when someone held his collar with a dark aura. "F*ck off," he told before landing his fist on the drunk man.

To be continued.

So hey! This is my second or third, I don't know, I just thought of this story a while ago while I'm washing the rice, and yeah! I put them on here. Let's all support and witness the life of Hazel and the male lead's cross path!

Opp! I won't do any outline in this story because myy interest in writing and finish this story will fade because I already knew the ending. I am not sure if this story is happy or sad ending but let's hope this is a happy ending.❤️