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Close enough to require discretion. “Things are moving,” one of them said. “New players. Old ones resurfacing.” Adrian’s fingers stilled around her glass. “Resurfacing?” Nyelle’s gaze sharpened briefly before softening again. “It’s nothing you need to worry about.” Adrian met her eyes. “I don’t like when you say that.” “I know,” Nyelle replied. “That’s why I’m saying it.” Damon leaned closer. “You always this cryptic with each other?”

Standing in front of me were my neighbors from across the hall. The face of Vera Morri, an old woman, twisted into a horrifying scowl as she planted her hands on her hips and shrieked. “You wretched girl! How dare you try to kill my precious grandson! Let me tell you something, if anything happens to him, I’ll kill you!”

she said quietly. “I’m asking you to survive,” Caeldrin said. She stopped. That word—survive—echoed too loudly. “What happens if I say no?” she asked. His jaw tightened. “Then I find another solution.” She turned back to him. “And what happens to me?” For the first time since he arrived, Caeldrin hesitated. “Nothing,” he said carefully. “Unless my family notices you.” Her stomach dropped. “Notices me how?” “They’re already aware I have a new neighbor,” he admitted. “They don’t like unknown variables.”

Beautiful things are lethal. I squint, peering into eyes of deep, burnished brown that seem to hold a hidden fire within. Flecks of amber dance at the edges, pushing back at the unnerving coldness in them. Thick, black lashes flutter against tanned, golden skin as his gaze narrows at the blood on my flimsy nightdress, and against my better judgement, I blurt, “It isn’t mine.” The man, whom I recognize from yesterday as my neighbor raises his brows as he helps me up to my feet. “Is he dead?”

Restless and unfulfilled, I grabbed my smokes and a lighter and headed out to the stairwell for a puff. Just as my hand touched the door to the stairwell, I heard a faint, frantic moaning. At first, I thought it was just a cat in heat. Then, a familiar scent hit me. It was a perfume that immediately made me think of my charming neighbor from next door, Demi Wilson. Every time I ran into her, that sweet, intoxicating scent always arrived first. Then came the flash of a red slip dress or perhaps a bodycon dress, with a neckline plunging incredibly low.

I wondered. I walked slowly towards the window with my arms wrapped around me. I grabbed the window handles to pull them back to close it but I stopped midway when I noticed the lights next door. Who could that be? The house beside us was empty for over a year. I squinted and could actually see the inside of the room through the window adjoining mine. Like seriously, I could strangle the guy who constructed these houses like that. So damn close! Anyway, we finally got some new neighbours. What an odd time to move in though, I couldn't help but think. I just hope they would be nice. My parents could have some pals.

I was still watching what was happening around me when suddenly, I saw a bus filled with lots of luggage coming into our streets slowly. “A new neighbor, huh? The kind that wouldn’t mind their business I guess” I hissed as I took a gulp from my tea and swallowed it peacefully. I hated neighbors that would never mind their business. They would always want to come over to your place to act all cool and pretend to be nice, so they could make their way into your heart. I could recall having an experience with a man called Nathan. He was nice and all sweet. He brought me cookies and I really enjoyed his company until one day, he came into my house very late at night.

On top of that, Mom would get mad because my body's not exactly cold tolerant. Fortunately, most of our neighbors have been nice to us since we've been the oldest occupants in the neighborhood. Coupled with the fact that my mom was in the community committee, I could safely say we got some special treatment. Knocking on a random door to ask for some minutes of shelter till the rain stopped wouldn't be a bad idea. Clicking the doorbell, I rubbed my palms together, my teeth chattering, before it dawned on me exactly whose house I was at.

As I look across the room, a smile creeps across my face. I'm still amazed that I live in such a pricey property in Alabang's most renowned neighborhood. Never in my wildest thoughts could I imagine myself walking through such a place, let alone living here. Fortunately, Rachel, an old college friend, introduced me to Romina Martinez and suggested that I apply for the nanny post she had open.

Chapter – 0005 AIDEN He emphasizes the words “this neighborhood,” which is a quiet, old money kind of place – not the kind where you see naked football players running around. In other words, it’s stuffy as hell. I shrug. “I don’t give a shit about the neighbors. Some old lady was probably across the road looking at my ass through her binoculars and thanking her lucky stars that I moved in here.” Noah snorts. “I’m sure the neighbors appreciate it.”