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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 PPETERSON

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I leaned my back against the walls of the cell, I tilt my head upwards with my eyes closed. Memories of what happened right from the beginning came flashing before my eyes, never had a normal childhood. I was often bullied by kids my age, I was often framed for what I didn't do in my childhood by kids my age. I thought it would be different if I become an adult and I found myself wanting to grow up fast so all those nightmares called my childhood will stop. A child who lost her parents and uncle, what does that child have? When life treated her unfairly.

Usually, I thought being born with a silver spoon was a blessing but to me, it was rather a curse. Most times I preferred the life of a peasant, where you won't be in the spotlight and no one will bully you. My fingers found their way to my neck and wrapped around the small matte steel locket below my neckline. The locket contains my parent's picture. I fiddled with it, lost in space.