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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?

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𝑁𝑖𝑛𝑜

"𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑐𝑢𝑠?" I trudged after him and there was anger in every step he took. I rushed after him. I grabbed hold of his wrist but he yanked his hand off mine. "Marcus, listen to me, it's not what you think."

I barricade his path with my arms spread out. His temples tightened and I could tell he was trying to contain the anger in him, his reaction reminded me of the day I went over to his house to surprise him on his birthday and heard those words behind the closed door of his room. It wasn't anger I felt but pain. I felt my existence gone.

"What should I believe then?" His voice was laced with anger. "You were in his room, he's shirtless and in that position. What else do you want me to listen to?"

"Marcus," I called in a soft voice and walks closer to him. Taking his hand again. "You have every reason to be upset but it's not what it seems."