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Losting my feelings
Romance The surroundings are noisy as I make my way home, umbrella in hand, I hurry to shore up the potholed road as the children run.
The rain is getting stronger but the people here don't care about the approaching typhoon.
They continue to rush down the road.
Most of the ones I see are gambling on one side, on the other side drinking while singing.
In other words, it's like a fiesta here where I live.
I closed the umbrella before going home. But what appeared to me again was the mother holding a card.
They gamble here inside the house with gossips like him, I put the umbrella behind the door. I haven't even gotten far from my mother calling my name.
"Natasha!" I looked at my mother who was in the living room, I heard the heavy rain while waiting for what she had to say.
"Yes?"
"Come here!" I sighed and approached the mother, when I was at her side she easily extended her palm.
"Give me money!"
"Yes?"
”Are you deaf now, Natasha? Aren't you now getting paid at the bakery!”
"Yes mother, but I will sell this medicine to father.."
"I'll buy it, mine!"
I didn't want to hand the money to my mother, she was dealt a card and I knew that my hard work could only be lost in two weeks.
"Don't worry, I'll buy it from outside.." he gave me a bad look, at this time I knew there was nothing I could do.
”Are you bossing me around this house, Natasha!”
"N-not like that, mother.."
"Then give him your money!"
I felt bad when I snatched more than three thousand from my old bag. I cried when I handed it to mom as I felt hunger in my stomach.
"Is this all?"
"O-opo.." my voice screamed.
"Oh, he is! There are vegetables in the kitchen, cook them and feed them to your father first!"
My body is heavy when I turn my back on my mother, in this house I am the first born. It's not just the firstborn, the cook, the laundress and the cleanliness of the surroundings.
At the age of seventeen, the word social did not resonate with me.
I scratch not for myself, but also for my family that I don't know if they consider me family.
"Sister!" the youngest girl came up to me, smiling. ”Did you buy me slippers?” I nodded at this, smiling slightly.
”Yes, it is on the side of the door. Just take it..”
"Yes!" he happily ran out, I headed to the table where the wrapped mixed vegetables were.
After a while, my youngest brother screamed again, he entered the kitchen.
"Sister, this is not what I want!" twelve year old chloe grumbled. I was only able to buy a simple slipper because I only fit it in my closet earlier, I couldn't buy the expensive sandals he wanted for his studies.
"Next time sister will buy what you want, hm?"
"I do not want!" he threw a pair of slippers on the floor. "That's yours, your promise is useless!" he turned and stared at me, my throat was closing as he slowly looked at the slippers that had been bought.
If they are they can afford to waste money on such things, but I am. I almost looked for and chased the money just to give and make them happy. But I didn't hear even the slightest thanks.
I let out a heavy breath, picked up the slipper and set it aside.
Before I could start, mother entered the kitchen.
"What a shame you are acting, Natasha!" from the tone of his voice I knew he lost the gamble, I prayed that he didn't regret the money I gave him earlier.
"You only gave me three thousand, isn't your salary around four thousand!"
"I'm budgeting because that's the money I have left over.."
"Ah then, you have a budget while we are here without money?!"
"I have already given you the salary, father's medicine is only one thousand.."
"How about a thousand, I'll buy a month's worth of his medicine. How can I pay for the electricity if you don't give it enough!”
”I broke it last week, didn't I? The electricity has been paid..”
He slammed the table in front of me. ”I bought a lot with that money, I haven't paid yet!” I closed my eyes because of the problems he throws at me, I'm not the first born, I should take everything. He won't even help me with the expenses, he'd rather lose it in gambling.
"Your money is mine!"
"Mother.."
”You will not give it!” tightly holding my arm, his long nails digging into it as he glared at me. "They feed you there at work, don't they!"
"P-per in--"
"Said mine!" He forced me to grope, but because I moved away I didn't accidentally push the mother.
"Ouch!" he sat down on the floor, grimacing as he held his hips. He looked up at me, his gaze evil.
”Are you fighting me now?!” he stood up.
"N-no mom, I-I didn't mean it.."
"You're useless!" he pulled my hair, I almost cried as he dragged me out of the house. That's when the father came out, struggling to move the wheel of his wheelchair while calling the mother's name.
"Helda!" I heard my father's voice from outside, but my mother was angry with me and pushed me down outside our shack.
"Get out of here, don't come back until you have money!"
Tears flowed from my eyes, before I could stand up, mother marched into the You might like
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On the huge and messy bed slept the man whom she had been secretly in love with forever. Evan Welton, the most sought-after bachelor in the capital city. The Adonis of Nordeny.
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Her breathing quickened. Did she...had she...with Evan...last night?
Anya shoved aside the splitting pain in her head and forced herself to recall what had happened last night.
Last night...she remembered that she had paid a visit to her stepmother.
What had happened after that?
Her memories were a blur. Her head felt heavy and her neck was killing her. Amid the fog clouding her head, snippets of memories flashed. She remembered heated touches, naked flesh and then some...
There was no doubt about it. They had sex.
It must be her stepmother. Her stepmother must have drugged them! Anya couldn't think of anyone else who would do something so vicious to her!
Anya felt an alarm sound off in her head. 'She had to get out of here,' she thought. She tried to clamber out of bed immediately. She knew exactly who Evan Welton was.
The man set to inherit the vast fortunes of the wealthiest family in Nordeny and the bachelor whom every young woman from any respectable family sought to marry. A man who loathed the advances of women he didn't know. Angering him would mean death.
Anya imagined the possibility of Evan waking up right now. What would he think when he saw the mess? There was no way she could talk her way out of this one.
She had been secretly in love with the man since she had been a girl. She didn't want the man to detest her.
Anya scrambled to get out of bed. Suddenly, something shot towards her from the other side of the bed. He wrapped himself around her slender waist and yanking her back forcefully. The next moment, she was trapped under someone. She heard a husky male voice, rough with anger and through a clenched jaw. "Anya MacMillan...how dare you drug me..."
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"You didn't? How did you end up in my bed then?" Evan detested such shameless and stealthy means. His fingers tightened around Anya's pale arms. His strong grip nearly crushed her fragile bones.
Pain spiked down Anya's arms. Her eyes reddened as she repeated herself.
Evan wasn't interested in listening to her denials. In his view, she was just another despicable, loose woman who drugged him so that she could sleep with him. He released his grip on her and shoved her aside roughly. Then, he got out of bed and began to dress himself. "I don't want to see you again. Ever. Appear in my sight again and you're dead."
The young man pulled on the rest of his clothes angrily.
It was then that Sydney, Anya's stepsister, burst into the room suddenly. The sight of the mess in the room sent her into an instant rage. She had thought that the drug would make them pa** out and put up a deception of them having had sex.
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Val Sims Eden McBride spent her whole life colouring within the lines. But when her fiancé dumps her one month before their wedding, Eden is done following the rules. A hot rebound is just what the doctor recommends for her broken heart. No, not really. But it's what Eden needs. Liam Anderson, the heir to the biggest logistics company in Rock Union, is the perfect rebound guy. Dubbed the Three Months Prince by the tabloids because he's never with the same girl longer than three months, Liam's had his fair share of one night stands and doesn't expect Eden to be anything more than a hookup. When he wakes up and finds her gone along with his favourite denim shirt, Liam is irritated, but oddly intrigued. No woman has ever left his bed willingly or stole from him. Eden has done both. He needs to find her and make her account. But in a city with more than five million people, finding one person is as impossible as winning the lottery, until fate brings them together again two years later. Eden is no longer the naive girl she was when she jumped into Liam's bed; she now has a secret to protect at all costs. Liam is determined to get everything Eden stole from him, and it's not just his shirt.
© 2020-2021 Val Sims. All rights reserved. No part of this novel may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author and publishers. The Billionaire Secret Heiress
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Christina Robles To save the family business from bankruptcy, Carmen was forced to marry a paralyzed and blind man in exchange for an investment in her father's business. Her early marriage to Felix was terrible but she held on. He had not stopped telling her that he already had someone in his heart because he too had not wanted this marriage. At first, she didn't care about it, but when she started to have feelings for him, this sentence became the most poignant of her life. Following Hugo's advice, she put Felix at ease and managed to enter his world. The two of them grew closer and she helped him agree to have surgery to regain his sight and mobility in his legs. The same day he regained his sight, she was so happy for him that they just went out together to celebrate, but that same evening, everything changed after he met a woman.
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