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“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

         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

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

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’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