So, this is my second book. My second book is one hell of a billionaire romance. *unbelievably screaming* I would never imagine writing a billionaire romance. Because, first of all, my focus is only for fantasy and paranormal and everything in between. But when I started writing billionaire romances, I realized that I should write more of these; that writing this genre is a delight and a challenge. So thank you my dear readers. If you’ve been able to read this part, thank you so much. If you’ve managed to read only a few of my book’s chapters, thank you as well. Thank you from the bottom of my heart—because an author would never be able to be a writer without even a single reader. Love you all
The sky was now dark. As dark as the clothes she was wearing to her fiancé’s funeral. The crying of the people was a cacophony to Minerva’s ears; even her own crying. Derrick’s sapphire engagement ring was still cherished by her ring finger—the same color of her pristine and beautiful eyes. Minerva wiped away the tears that had long made her scarlet handkerchief wet. The handkerchief was the very first gift given to her by Derrick—her first and probably last boyfriend. “Condolence, Minerva…” The voice was familiar. It was from Daphne, her brunette co-teacher who teaches at the same high school as she had before.
“Hello, Minerva.” Those words were a nightmare to her. She blinked once, twice. Minerva made sure she wasn’t dreaming all along. That Rhea’s lustful husband was just three meters away from her. “Hi.” That was all she managed to say. She inhaled the perfume he was wearing. But to no avail, it was pretty much putrid to her senses. It wasn’t that fragrant and redolent, especially when the one who’s wearing the perfume is a devil in a man’s clothes. “Hello, hon!” Rhea’s voice was as jovial as ever, making Minerva on the verge of vomiting in the middle of this conversation—if this can be called a conversation. The man, William, looked at her…perhaps more than that. Minerva felt like she was be
In the four months Minerva had been pregnant, she had never been astonished as now. Her heartbeat wasn’t as fast as today. And her internal screaming was not as loud as this moment. Being a cashier made her meet random people and met former colleagues. But, the fact that a rich and handsome man like this lad was in front of her was pretty much unexpected. The man looked her in the eye as well. She’s now wholly quivering on the inside. And Minerva, whose eyes seem to have a life on its own, glared back at the handsome man.
Minerva can’t get off of the look on the face of that accountant in her mind. She exhaled, and inhaled. The passing cars of the city are a cacophony to her ears. But she guessed, this is much better than knowing the fact that her late partner left her with a bunch of debt. Not just a bunch, but a pile of stacked debts. She tried to shove those thoughts into her mind’s trash can if there is anything left to shove. She’s broke now. Well, at least financi
Darwin tried to read the letter twice. He had received this letter just an hour ago from his half-brother. He smiled as soon as his secretary handed it to him; not because it came from his estranged brother, but because it was enclosed in a smooth, gold envelope and had even a luxurious fragrance of a perfume still on it. “He badly needed my help, if this is how he gave the letter to me,” Darwin muttered as he opened it with a letter opener, the knife glinting as the fluorescent bulb cast its light onto them.Dearest Brother,
Minerva had just one big realization: Darwin Gray was the man who paid for her groceries back when she was still grieving of her father’s loss. After their dinner ‘date’ at that Chinese restaurant, she was offered to meet up in this hotel yet again; to discuss certain things that will clarify Minerva’s mind about Darwin ‘taking care’ of Minerva Miller. Minerva agreed to meet here. Not because he was anxious to know what Mr. Gray is going to discuss with her. Instead, it was because of the sumptuous food of the hotel and the luxurious drinks. The restaurant already has nice, warm, expensive interiors; how much more a specialty restaurant within a high-end hotel itself? “How long have you been here, Ms. Miller?” Minerva
“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.”&nb