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HER ADDICTION

What do you think you are doing?' She abruptly stood to her feet, pushing the man away from her. 'And who are you? What are you doing in my house and kitchen?' The unknown man rose to his feet, wearing a puzzled look. "Your house? Your kitchen?" "Yes," Nino tried to sound confident even though mere looking at him sent cold blood down her spine. "A burglar won't be treating himself to dinner so who the heck are you?" "I should be asking you this," his cold impassive voice came again. "Who are you and what are you doing in my house?" After being cheated on by her boyfriend. Nino learnt her house has been sold to a complete stranger, the news of her parent's house being sold by the man her parents borrowed a loan from and couldn't pay back before their death. The news hit Nino Peterson to the core. She swore to take back her parent's house but when she realized the amount the man bought her house, she knew she couldn't pay him on time or send him packing either. So the two reached a compromise that she will still live in her parent's house until she was able to pay back the amount the man paid on her house. But will she be able to live under the same roof with a man knowing he's a complete stranger and the atmosphere will not be the same anymore? And when she also learns the truth about the man living under the same roof with her, would she be able to deal with it?

Jane_Chunli · Urban
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199 Chs

WITHDRAW ALL CHARGES AGAINST HER

𝑁𝑖𝑛𝑜

I leaned the back of my head on the wall of the cell. My eyes were shut as my mind trailed back to Marcus' words. Should I believe him? Every word that came out of his mouth earlier today? That night, I felt like I lost my existence. I was having multiple thoughts on why he said those. I can't help but think over and over about that night, now he came clean. Why does my heart fail to register his confession?

"Do you want to know why my behaviour toward you changed?"

I bucked my head and gazed at the shabby-looking wooden table that pulled us opposite each other. I fiddled my hands. I opened my mouth to speak but I can't, the words to say were heavy and I don't know how to voice them out. My heart grew heavier and tears build in my eyes as the memory of that night flashed in.