Lake Read online Michelle Heard (Trinity Academy #3)

Categories Genre: College, Contemporary, New Adult, Romance, Young Adult Tags Authors: Series: Trinity Academy Series by Michelle Heard

Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 57761 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)

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Lake (Trinity Academy #3)

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Michelle Heard

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His eyes have the power to undo all the hurt caused by my family.
“Don’t let them see you cry.”
After months of refusing I finally agree to move to America, where my fiancé’s waiting for me. Just like my mother, an arranged marriage lies in my near future. Just like my mother, I’m probably going to be shoved aside in a couple of years after providing the Cutler family with an heir.
Being a Korean girl from a culture that’s very different from the west, it makes me stand out like a sore thumb. There’s nothing I can do but to accept the fate arranged by my father and his mistress. My marriage to Lake Cutler will be a business deal and nothing else.
My plan is simple. Make him hate me enough to break off the engagement, so I can return to Korea. But I didn’t account for those caring brown eyes.
What started as a mission to save myself from an unhappy arranged marriage soon turns into a battle to not lose my heart. I dare him to walk away, but instead, he shows me any bridge can be crossed.
Please note: This is Book 3 in The Trinity Academy Series. All 3 books are interconnected, and some plots have been carried over from the previous 2 books in this series.
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Trinity Academy Series by Michelle Heard

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Michelle Heard Books


Hello (informal) – Annyeong

Hello/Good Morning/Afternoon/Evening (formal) – Annyeonghaseyo

Hello (Answering phone) – Yeoboseyo

Nice to meet you – Mannaseo pangapseumnida

Thank you very much. (formal) – Jeongmal gomapsseumnida

I’m sorry/I apologize (polite) – Joesonghamnida

Boss, CEO, President – Sajangnim *See below

Sir - Ajeossi

Father – Abeoji

Mother (formal) – Eomeoni

Mother (informal) – Eomma

Love – Sarang

I love you – Salanghaeyo

Why? – Wea?

Yes. – Ne

No. – Aniyo

Oh my – Eomeo (sounds like ‘omo’)

Wow! (I can’t believe you did/said/asked that) – U-wa (Sounds like ‘whaa’)

Hey – Ya

Wow (That’s cool) - Daebak

Crazy Bitch – Michin Nyeon

Kimchi: Spicy cabbage.

Pajeon: Deep-fried pancakes.

Tteokbokki: Rice cakes in spicy sauce.

Gimbap: Korean-style maki sushi.

Mandu: Steamed dumplings.

*In Korean culture, respect for age and status are very important, with hierarchy affecting all aspects of social interactions. Everyone has a role in society as a result of hierarchy - therefore it is vital to respect it. Status is largely determined by someone’s role in an organisation, which organisation they work for, which university they went to, and their marital status.

Korean family names are mostly one syllable, while given names tend to have two. The family name comes first (Park Lee-ann). Until you are on very good terms with a Korean counterpart, it is best to use the family name preceded by an honorific (such as Mr), whether speaking directly to them or about them to another Korean. In settings that call for great respect or formality, you should use your counterpart’s formal title and surname (Chairman Park). Some also view their name as a very personal thing, so a suggestion to work on a first-name basis may be slow to be offered.




(Sixteen years old.)

Placing the beverage on the counter, I say, “Enjoy!” Then my eyes dart to the next customer. “Welcome. What would you like to order?”

After placing the order, Kim Min-young comes to stand next to me. “I’ll take over.”

“Thank you,” I bow slightly, then walk to the back where the staff room is.

Taking my school uniform from my locker, I go to a cubicle and quickly take off my apron and work attire. I fold it, before placing them neatly in a plastic sleeve. Pulling on my school clothes, I make sure everything is in its place, then I go to put the plastic bag in the locker and grab my backpack. Closing the locker, I hear my stomach rumble and patting it, I whisper, “Hold out a little longer. I’ll eat when I get to the food stall.”

Glancing at my watch, I make sure I have enough time to hand in my application for another part-time job before I have to go to Dongmun market so I can help Mom until we close at midnight.

I shrug on my backpack, and with a slight nod at the other employees, I call out, “Thank you for working hard. See you tomorrow.”

Running out of the coffee shop, I almost bump into an elderly man. “I’m sorry, Sir,” I quickly apologize with a bow while I keep running.

I make it to the restaurant on time, and stop to remove my application from my bag before I walk inside. I approach the first employee I see, “Where can I hand in my application for the dishwashing position?”

He points toward the back before he turns to welcome new customers.

I walk to where he gestured and stand on my toes, so I can see over a counter. There’s a constant buzz of clattering pans, clanging pots, and sizzling heat. A chef walks by, and I quickly ask, “Where can I hand in my application for the dishwashing position?”

He shoots me a glare before he yells at one of the waiters who just dropped a plate of food.

Walking to my left, I peek down a hallway before I walk down it. Seeing an office to my left, I knock on the door and bow to the man behind the desk. “Where can I hand in my application for the dishwashing position?”

“Leave it there,” he grumbles, pointing to the corner of the desk.

I bow again and quickly dart into the office. With both hands, I place the application where he indicated and bow again as I move backward. “Thank you.”

When I’m out of the office, I jog down the hallway and dart to the side when a waiter comes out of the kitchen, carrying a tray of food. I wait for him to walk first, and when he turns left to walk to a table, I rush out of the restaurant and run as fast as I can.

I make it in time for the bus which goes to Dongmun market and climbing up the steps, I swipe my card and sit down in the first empty seat. Shrugging off my backpack, I hold it on my lap as I rest my forehead against the window. I have ten minutes to rest and letting out a sigh, I close my eyes. Seconds later they pop open when my phone begins to ring.