Novels by Fraeraine

I came out of the fitting room wearing a nude-tone cocktail dress and spun around in front of Mei so she could take a good look at what I was wearing. She shook her head. Not again. I was fighting the urge to roll my eyes and groan in frustration. "Not this one, too?" I asked, trying so hard to hide the frustration in my voice."Nah. Too plain and boring. Try that one," she pointed at another dress on the rack.One of the three sales clerks who had been assisting us took the dress from the rack and handed it to me. I took it against my will.I was about to head back to the fitting room when my phone rang from my bag."Just a moment," I said to check who it was.It was James. "Hello, James," I answered the call and went back inside the fitting room for some privacy."Hi! How's everything there?" I heard him say. "Please save me," I said to him, whispering."Why? What happened?" He sounded worried. "This Mei your boss sent me is driving me crazy."His laughter rang from the other s

I jolted up from the bed while feeling the mattress for my phone to check the time. I'm late, aren't I? Did I forget to set my alarm?And then I realized that I actually have no classes today! Yeah, of course. Classes technically ended yesterday. How did I forget that? I shook my head as I let myself flop back into the bed. So, this is how it feels to wake up in the morning without having to rush? It's been so long since I have experienced this. I feel like I am always racing against time ever since I came here to Barcelona. I lied down again, took a giant pillow, and hugged it tight. I even buried my face against the plushy pillow, enjoying the sweet scent of the fabric conditioner. Everything in this room smelled expensive. I let my eyes wander around me. Every corner in the room spelled fortune in big, bold letters. Who would've thought that I'd have the chance to stay in a room as lush and expensive as this? Definitely not me! Not even in my dreams. And then I realized somet

[Three weeks later.]I stopped walking the moment I stepped out of the university building to take a giant deep breath. I had mixed emotions. I just got my grades for this semester. Technically speaking, I have just finished my two-year pre-clinical studies.The past weeks have been very hectic. I could barely get some sleep because I had to study for my exams. That's why I am more than relieved to see my final grades.I passed with flying colors! All my hard work has paid off! Getting into a medical school here in Spain wasn't easy. It has basically taken me three years, since I came here to Barcelona, before I finally got to enroll. They teach in Spanish, so I had to study the language first before I could enroll. Plus the fact that I had to work as hard as I could to save for tuition fees. And even when I started attending university, I didn't stop working part-time jobs. My savings weren't enough for me to finish medical school, so I had to keep on working while studying. And

"What?" I asked Louie, not sure if I heard him right."You're gonna stay here for the meantime," he repeated. "In this room?" I asked again. "Yeah."I shook my head in disbelief. "No, I can't stay here."His brows furrowed. "But you just said you can't go home to your apartment. That's why I got this room for you. Is there any problem with this room? This is the best available unit they have at the moment.""That's the problem. This room is too lavish for me. I can't stay here." I shook my head again. He took me to a luxury hotel suite after we signed the contract earlier. I was shocked at how huge and lavish it was. I wouldn't be surprised if the daily rate here is enough to cover three months’ rent of my apartment."You're not paying for your stay here, if that's what you're worried about," he nonchalantly replied. I was fighting the urge to roll my eyes. Like, duh. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't afford it. "That's out of the question," I, instead, said. "This room is too much

[Two weeks later.] I'll pick you up at 6 pm. That's what James texted me earlier. I am here at the university gate, waiting for him. Louie was sending him to fetch me. I would constantly check my surroundings to be sure that no one was following me. The past two weeks have been crazy. I can't go back to my apartment because the media people were basically camping outside my apartment building. They were even spotted outside my mom's house, so I couldn't go there either. I had to stay with friends to avoid them. And whenever I go out, I need to wear loose hoodies, a cap, and large-framed glasses to hide. So this must be how celebrities feel whenever paparazzi haunt them. And it didn't feel nice. It's making me anxious. I guess James wasn't really exaggerating when he said something like these media people will make a circus out of my once peaceful life. Mygod, I didn't know that people back in the Philippines were this interested in the life of this crazy man. I mean, n

I was staring at the documents sprawled in front of me for I don't know how long already. It was the contract that Louie gave me. It came with a prenuptial agreement, as well. It was a long and tedious read.I've read everything many times already. It was overwhelming, but the main point was he would pay me an additional 50,000 US dollars, on top of the agreed 150,000 US dollars, as alimony after we got divorced.That's if I could survive the two-year contract without any problems at all. But if I fail to fulfill my obligations as his "wife" or break the terms and conditions set in the agreement, I have to pay him 100,000 US dollars for breach of contract. It was also written in the contract that no one should know about our agreement, except both of us and James. And, of course, the lawyers who will handle the case.And according to the prenuptial agreement, aside from the agreed amount, I wouldn't get anything from him after the divorce. That means I have no hold over all his wea