Novels by Neche-Felix

BRENDA'S POV“Alright?! Don't ever call my line again. I'm done with you”. He said as I gazed at him baffled. What a pathetic liar. “Was she coming for you again?”. Maria let out, giving me a horrified gaze.“Just take your dog away. I don't want to see any of you around my compound, else I'll call the cops on you two”. I blurted out rudely, before walking inside.“Did she just call me a dog?”. I heard Micheal said in the background. I almost started laughing, but I couldn't even laugh. He is with Maria now. I miss him, deeply. But I can't be with such a confused, pathetic liar. Again, my eyes got filled with tears. Is this what heartbreak feels like? It doesn't even look like I'll eventually get over him.With a deep breath, I went to feed my hungry stomach, which has refused to stop rumbling. But even before I got to the kitchen, I got a text from Stefan, it was a plan of his work.“I haven't even given him a response yet. He is so confident”. I let out smiling, scanning every wor

BRENDA'S POV I peeped through the door hole. Just a delivery man. A happy one, at that."But I didn’t place an order," I thought, hesitating before finally opening the door.“H-Hi,” I stuttered as the young man flashed a polite smile.“Good day, miss. Your order, ma’am. Please sign here.” He handed me a journal, his tone all business.“Um, sorry, but there must be a mistake. I didn’t order anything. Maybe you have the wrong house number.” I forced a small smile, already turning back—until he mentioned Stefan’s name.“It’s from Mr. Stefan Andres.”My face heated up at the sound of his name, but I wasn’t going to accept the gift.“Oh. Stefan… That’s thoughtful, but I’d appreciate it if you could deliver it to his office instead.” I scribbled Stefan’s office address on a piece of paper.But just as I lifted my head, my gaze locked onto Michael and Maria—dressed in matching outfits. A couple’s outfit."Disgusting bastard," I muttered under my breath, my annoyance bubbling over.The deliv

Brenda's POVI forced a smile, staring at the two of them, unsure of what to say. I had seen the signs—all the red flags."Bestie, huh? With your shirt," I mumbled, my voice trembling as I tried to hold back my tears. I wanted to sound strong, but the bitterness in my throat made it impossible. And then, I finally broke out in tears.Michael let out an irritated sigh. "What is wrong with you?"Wait. He didn't just say that. Did he?"It's just a shirt, for crying out loud. A damn shirt! You're overthinking, Brenda." He hissed loudly, running a hand through his hair. "You wouldn’t do it, right? You said you wouldn’t give me your body unless we were married. Five years, Brenda. Five years of patience! I even asked you to move in, and you refused. Honestly, you should be grateful to Maria for keeping me company. If not, this relationship—" he scoffed—"it would've ended a long time ago."I started laughing. A slow, empty laugh that filled the silence. Because he sounded so funny. I realiz

BRENDA'S POV All this while, I thought I was the problem. I thought I wasn’t good enough. That maybe, just maybe, if I loved Michael harder, held on tighter, he would see me the way I saw him. But I was wrong. Michael never loved me—I can feel it, even though he keeps saying otherwise.Five long years of dating him, yet I can’t even tell who he truly is. I’ve asked him countless times if he was in love with his best friend, Maria, but he keeps denying it, brushing off my concerns as paranoia.I can’t take my eyes off them. Their presence irritates and disgust me.Who brings their best friend on a date? Who whispers and giggles like lovers while their girlfriend sits in silence?If not my Italian, 6'5, fair boyfriend with his short ugly bestie. Michael is sitting directly opposite me, while Maria is beside him, her hands wrapped around him like he’s her possession, her face so close that I can feel the heat of their closeness from where I sat. They keep making eye contact, lost in the