Tahimik ang kalsadang binabaybay ng itim na sasakyan sa kalagitnaan ng Maynila. Sa bawat liwanag ng poste at kisap ng mga ilaw mula sa mga dumadaang sasakyan, kitang-kita ang aninong nanatiling gising na si Nero na nasa manibela. Nilingon niya ang kanyang katabi na mahimbing na natutulog na si Cinderella. At sa unang pagkakataon ay dadalhin niya na ito sa bahay niya. Sa bahay nila. Hindi siya kailanman sanay sa ganitong klaseng presensya. Usually, the women in his life knew their place, flaunted their gree or disguised it with painted smiles. But Cinderella… she was different. She burned with quiet fire. She defied him when no one else dared. And that made her dangerously addictive. Tumingin siya muli sa katabi niya. Half of her face was buried by her long, flowing hair. Her lips are delicate and barely parted. Her skin was perfect, almost shining beneath the mild light of the dashboard. Her curves were modest, beautiful, and dangerous. She was not the type of beauty that men
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