“Minerva!”
Before Minerva could turn around who called her, she was seized by someone who has powerful force and a well-built body. He grabbed her by the arm and brought her back to the street that almost tore her right arm apart.
“What the freak are you doing? You’re gonna killed yourself and your baby!”
Minerva was panting, catching for breath. She was shaking, quivering and still processing why she ended in the middle of the street in the first place earlier.
“I…I—I got lost. I was so boiling in anger inside that I did not manage to think that I was already one step closer to death.”
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She parted her lips first. But Darwin pulled her back into his lips. Yet, she refused. “Let me talk first,” Minerva said while she was catching her breath. “No. Let me talk first,” Darwin countered. “I-I am sorry…for that. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, Minnie.” Finally, Minerva smiled—a sweet, angelic one. “You did not. You just told me the truth.” He raised his hand to her lips. “I know you will be a good wife. And I will be a good father to your little one as well.”&
Minerva bounced up and down into Darwin as if she was riding a horse. She was definitely hungry for this man; yearning for his body is the precise term. “Is it okay for you and the baby?” Darwin asked as big drops of sweat flow from him, not to mention the fluid that is also flowing from inside him to Minerva’s wide opening.This is their second round now; heaven knows what has gotten to Minerva but all she knows she will set aside those debts and problems and Derrick-ness. She will focus on Darwin tonight—to him and to his body only. She did it slowly as her child was still inside her womb. Darwin also understood this and thrust slowly but surely inside her.&nb
Minerva’s body was indeed swollen due to last night’s bed session. Darwin already left for work and even gave her a sweet, wife-y kiss first before closing the door. She had been folding her apparel, ironing her undergarments, and washing his dirty clothes; like what a housewife should do. But Minerva wasn’t a housewife—not a wife either, not yet. She was only doing this as she had accepted the fact that from now on, she will be staying in this penthouse—she will be living from this moment with Darwin. She had swept the floor, washed the dishes, and even wiped some dusty things inside despite her condition. She doesn’t know why. She’s uncomfortable ju
William seemed to take away all of Minerva’s voice due to that punch to her throat. She cannot scream. She cannot move. Heaven knows she’s already a carrion now. At least she tried to escape from William’s malicious hands. All Minerva knows is that she’s defeated.William’s fingers dig between her breasts and his lips drowned hers when— “Get the fuck out from my wife!!!” Darwin’s mighty punch sent William rolling on the concrete floor. Blood gushed out from his nose. His elbow was wounded. Darwin immediately helped Minerva to get up. Her body was still shaking, and could barely breathe. “Stay behind me.” Her nod wa
“You see now, Minerva,” Darwin patted the back of the newly awakened Minerva on the couch. “There is always good in everybody. No matter how despicable they are…” “I know.” Minerva’s tears were still wetting her face early in the morning. “Is that only your reply, Minnie?!” Her head was still bowed down in sorrow despite his echoing voice. “It’s the same words you kept on uttering since last night!” She abruptly turned her head towards him and pointed a finger to herself. “Can’t you see I’m having my moment? Please, Darwin. Just let me cry for today. You know that pregnant women are particularly overly emotional…”
Minerva didn’t know if what she’s feeling right now is part of carrying a child or just a normal feeling of a woman who was paid to a billionaire by his late fiancé.Tears began to form into her eyes every time she beheld the face of the man she’s leaving with now. He had prepared her a sunny-side egg and granola bars for breakfast before lunging himself to the shower. “Darwin…” “Hmm?” Darwin just got out of the shower. And Gods above…his body is so wet that she could just dry his entirety with her lips and kisses. Minerva just buried that thought deep into the pit of her consciousness once Darwin found her eyes meeting his.. She looked away from him as he dried his hair with a white towel.
The wind in the cemetery is always serene—as calm as the people eternally sleeping beneath the grassy ground. Minerva placed a white lily and blue rose atop his tombstone, holding her tears not to fall on Derrick’s grave as well. “It’s been a long time, babe.” Her voice was soft; her words were gentle and full of heartache. Her baby kicked, making her smile. “I know, little one. As much as we badly want to see your daddy, we can’t. Giving him flowers is enough. And letting him know that both of us are in good hands.” She gently stroked her belly in a circular motion. “...and that you’ll have someone to call a daddy as soon as you come out, Hemera.” She called her child by the name Darwin had given her: Hemera. It wasn’t so bad. In fact, it sound’s
“Really?” Minerva nodded. “Darwin said that to you?!” Mariella Chu’s joyous voice made Minerva anxious for a bit as the whole people inside the milk tea shop turned their heads towards them. “Hush, Ella! They can hear you.” Mariella pouted at Minerva, who was wearing a pink crop top with white chevron designs. “Just lower your voice…” Then she smiled. Like a real, unfeigned smile. Mariella had never yielded a smile like that to Minerva. The pregnant soon-to-be Mrs. Gray just casually smiles—her usual one. “What’s wrong?” She asked. “Nothing. It’s just that…” Minerva jerked her face to her bestfriend and bravely asked. “Why aren’t you married yet?” Mariella’s expressions shifted, from a jovial grin to a flabbergasted face.&nb