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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 · Urbano
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199 Chs

ANOTHER PACKAGE

Toro

"Touch Toro one more time and I won't hesitate to kill you!" Travis roared and continued to break every single bone in Joana's husband's fingers. The angry look in his eyes left me speechless. It was the same look he had when he stabbed him with a fork. I turned pale at the horrified look in Joana's husband's eyes. He was wailing like a kid. Practically begging him to let go of his fingers.

I can't tell where he popped out from but I can't watch this any longer. "Can you stop?" I yelled and freed Joana's husband's fingers from him. "I don't know where you come out from but where's your conscience? Are you bent on breaking his finger's bones?"

"I need to teach this wacko a lesson, how dare he lay a finger on you?" Travis turns to me. Still harbored that look in his eyes and he was dressed in his usual costume. Black leather jacket and pants, the white linen draped around his palm.