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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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NIGHTMARE

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I wondered why the lights were off. I wasn't surprised cause he's used to staying in darkness. It was a mystery to me but I guess everyone has and knows what puts them in a good mood. I groped in darkness to where the switch are but it was off that I kept stepping on things, I heard the sound of glass shattering under my shoes. Curiously, I touched the walls to find the switch.

A gasp escaped my mouth when I found the switch and flipped it on, I stared at my massacred sitting room. Horrified. Trepidation struck as my heart pounded against my ribs, looking around at the broken glasses that scattered around. My sitting room was upside down, the sofas were scattered around, and my parent's Palmera floor lamp was shattered into pieces. My blood left my head in a race to my feet and my knees went numb at the sight before me.