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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?

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199 Chs

MARCONI AND CHEESE

𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑟𝑑 𝑃𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑁𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟

A moan escaped his lips, tending to the blood on his face. He winced as he dabbed the tissue on his cheek, getting the blood off. Gawking at his reflection in the mirror, his blood boiled at how messed up his face was. Who was that man with her? And how did they know someone was following them? Did he make himself that obvious? He tossed the tissue on the table, accompanied by other blood-drenched crumbled tissues. He fixated his attention on his reflection as dozens of thoughts ran through his head.

"𝐷𝑎𝑚𝑛 𝑖𝑡!" He slammed his hand on his desk. His eyes stayed on his reflection, the bruises on his left cheek, temple and the end of his lower lip intensified the burning rage in him. His raging blood pounded in his neck and temples and he could feel his whole body throbbing. He balled a fist and clenched his jaw.