In the Eyes of MinervaCyrene and Damon were finally bound together through the holiness of matrimony. It’s a delight, and a blessing to witness this glorious event—especially when Hemera Lou Miller-Gray, who just turned one year old, was sleeping like a lamb in my arms. The reception had ended and they were on their way to their consummation, which made me grin as the memories of the night of post-wedding love-making of me and Darwin made me blush. “How’s my little Hemera Lou Miller Gray?” Darwin asked as he brushed a kiss on my hair. “She’s sleeping soundly.” I looked up to my man, to my husband. “They are twins, darling.” Darwin’s face was flooded with joy and delight. “Really, babe? Yes!” “And they are both boys,” I added. He tried to hoist me from the ground but I insisted not to as he’ll wake the baby. My honey pie sweetheart just kissed me. But kisses are always the start of vigorous
So, this is my second book. My second book is one hell of a billionaire romance. *unbelievably screaming* I would never imagine writing a billionaire romance. Because, first of all, my focus is only for fantasy and paranormal and everything in between. But when I started writing billionaire romances, I realized that I should write more of these; that writing this genre is a delight and a challenge. So thank you my dear readers. If you’ve been able to read this part, thank you so much. If you’ve managed to read only a few of my book’s chapters, thank you as well. Thank you from the bottom of my heart—because an author would never be able to be a writer without even a single reader. Love you all
The sky was now dark. As dark as the clothes she was wearing to her fiancé’s funeral. The crying of the people was a cacophony to Minerva’s ears; even her own crying. Derrick’s sapphire engagement ring was still cherished by her ring finger—the same color of her pristine and beautiful eyes. Minerva wiped away the tears that had long made her scarlet handkerchief wet. The handkerchief was the very first gift given to her by Derrick—her first and probably last boyfriend. “Condolence, Minerva…” The voice was familiar. It was from Daphne, her brunette co-teacher who teaches at the same high school as she had before.
“Hello, Minerva.” Those words were a nightmare to her. She blinked once, twice. Minerva made sure she wasn’t dreaming all along. That Rhea’s lustful husband was just three meters away from her. “Hi.” That was all she managed to say. She inhaled the perfume he was wearing. But to no avail, it was pretty much putrid to her senses. It wasn’t that fragrant and redolent, especially when the one who’s wearing the perfume is a devil in a man’s clothes. “Hello, hon!” Rhea’s voice was as jovial as ever, making Minerva on the verge of vomiting in the middle of this conversation—if this can be called a conversation. The man, William, looked at her…perhaps more than that. Minerva felt like she was be
In the four months Minerva had been pregnant, she had never been astonished as now. Her heartbeat wasn’t as fast as today. And her internal screaming was not as loud as this moment. Being a cashier made her meet random people and met former colleagues. But, the fact that a rich and handsome man like this lad was in front of her was pretty much unexpected. The man looked her in the eye as well. She’s now wholly quivering on the inside. And Minerva, whose eyes seem to have a life on its own, glared back at the handsome man.
Minerva can’t get off of the look on the face of that accountant in her mind. She exhaled, and inhaled. The passing cars of the city are a cacophony to her ears. But she guessed, this is much better than knowing the fact that her late partner left her with a bunch of debt. Not just a bunch, but a pile of stacked debts. She tried to shove those thoughts into her mind’s trash can if there is anything left to shove. She’s broke now. Well, at least financi
Darwin tried to read the letter twice. He had received this letter just an hour ago from his half-brother. He smiled as soon as his secretary handed it to him; not because it came from his estranged brother, but because it was enclosed in a smooth, gold envelope and had even a luxurious fragrance of a perfume still on it. “He badly needed my help, if this is how he gave the letter to me,” Darwin muttered as he opened it with a letter opener, the knife glinting as the fluorescent bulb cast its light onto them.Dearest Brother,
Minerva had just one big realization: Darwin Gray was the man who paid for her groceries back when she was still grieving of her father’s loss. After their dinner ‘date’ at that Chinese restaurant, she was offered to meet up in this hotel yet again; to discuss certain things that will clarify Minerva’s mind about Darwin ‘taking care’ of Minerva Miller. Minerva agreed to meet here. Not because he was anxious to know what Mr. Gray is going to discuss with her. Instead, it was because of the sumptuous food of the hotel and the luxurious drinks. The restaurant already has nice, warm, expensive interiors; how much more a specialty restaurant within a high-end hotel itself? “How long have you been here, Ms. Miller?” Minerva
So, this is my second book. My second book is one hell of a billionaire romance. *unbelievably screaming* I would never imagine writing a billionaire romance. Because, first of all, my focus is only for fantasy and paranormal and everything in between. But when I started writing billionaire romances, I realized that I should write more of these; that writing this genre is a delight and a challenge. So thank you my dear readers. If you’ve been able to read this part, thank you so much. If you’ve managed to read only a few of my book’s chapters, thank you as well. Thank you from the bottom of my heart—because an author would never be able to be a writer without even a single reader. Love you all
In the Eyes of MinervaCyrene and Damon were finally bound together through the holiness of matrimony. It’s a delight, and a blessing to witness this glorious event—especially when Hemera Lou Miller-Gray, who just turned one year old, was sleeping like a lamb in my arms. The reception had ended and they were on their way to their consummation, which made me grin as the memories of the night of post-wedding love-making of me and Darwin made me blush. “How’s my little Hemera Lou Miller Gray?” Darwin asked as he brushed a kiss on my hair. “She’s sleeping soundly.” I looked up to my man, to my husband. “They are twins, darling.” Darwin’s face was flooded with joy and delight. “Really, babe? Yes!” “And they are both boys,” I added. He tried to hoist me from the ground but I insisted not to as he’ll wake the baby. My honey pie sweetheart just kissed me. But kisses are always the start of vigorous
Minerva’s POVThe reception is beyond beautiful. Though I was still panting due to me and Darwin’s long lips-to-lips fondue, the place felt as if we had finally entered the final circle of heavenly paradise to where His Holiness resides. Shades of sky blue and pink bathe the whole reception. One could mistake this as a lavish debut celebration due to the colors. But I don’t give a damn. This is my wedding. Our wedding. A fucking wedding and, whether one sees it as a teenage birthday party, I don’t care. Everything feels like a dream, everything feels as if I am walking in my own dream. A place that I thought I could only see when I slept. But with this…money can buy happiness truly. Upon entering, we are greeted with a man-made white chocolate fountain atop a water fountain, waters flowing down like a waterfall. Flowers play a huge role in this sophisticated scenery. Every inch of our wedding reception has flowers and candle lights and other glitter
Minerva’s POV“It’s about to start!” The maid of honor is more excited than the bride, than me. “I see handsome Darwin the billionaire waiting at the end of the aisle and he’s just as nervous and anxious as you!” She wiggled my nose before handing me the bouquet of flowers which consists of red roses, violets, lavender, pink carnation, and purple orchids. Gosh, I felt like holding the heavenly garden in my hands. “Go, marry him now,” Mariella did come back to me just to whisper that in my ear. “If you don’t, I know plenty of women, both young and old, who would.” I cackled, making my make-up artist frown for almost ruining her masterpiece in my face. Fifteen minutes later, as I was standing where we rehearsed yesterday. The priest finally came out and asked everybody to stand. All eyes are on me, which made me have another internal screaming episode. The flower girls lined the path with pink rose petals as the music started. I only took
Darwin’s POV“Look Lushan! You look like that fish!” Holding my fifth beer of the day, I immediately turned around to see Mariella teasing Lushan as she quickly pinched his cheeks. I never expected the two to see them here, the place where I ‘cloistered’ myself from everyone who knows me by drinking and weeping and plunging myself into deep thoughts, then drinking again. But with Mariella and Lushan’s presence…God, I never felt out of place as today. I pretended that I didn’t—I wasn’t in the bar in front of the large aquarium where several sea fauna were swimming before everyone’s eyes. “Oh really?” Lushan challenged. “You look like that puffer fish over there.” Mariella nudged his elbow. I am not single. In fact, I have a fiancée. But why the hell do I feel so goddamn small and lonely and unloved compared to these two? I’ve been a coward. I know that. I also know that I have been a jerk towards Minerva during our company out
Minerva’s POVShe was engaged to Damon, my soon to be father-in-law. I glanced at Cyrene, who was under the flowerless tree. In her arms was my child, Hemera Lou. It has been three months since I've been admitted to the hospital and I just managed to be discharged an hour ago. The sky is gray, as gray as the stone that rests atop the bed where Derrick eternally rests. I don’t care if it’s drizzling. I don’t care if I get wet as long as Cyrene and Hemera don't. I don’t give a damn if it will rain because, in my eyes, the world has long since been raining. Even with Darwin’s sunshine smile and moonbeam eyes, you can never keep rain from coming in my life. That no matter how bright the world is, one can never stop a rain from pouring. For after every rain, there is sunshine. And in every bright sunny day comes a cold and chilling rainy afternoon. People keep saying that I should move on. Yes, I have moved on. I definitely have a
Cyrene’s POVThe camera is still on and everything is recorded live. E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G. Everything was unexpected, disheartening, and a shitful, goddamn surprise. Jocelyn was full of surprises, as she had always been. But her tearful confessions earlier…it’s like watching a telenovela that I didn’t even anticipate to watch. I watched her vanish on that door and checked the comments on my live stream that I even forgot to turn—it was a good thing also that I didn’t, frankly speaking. It has reached a fucking two hundred thousand views in just a matter of hour. I was astonished, flabbergasted, and gaping that even an elephant could fit in my mouth. I pressed stop and ended the live stream. I closed my laptop and grabbed my phone while I dial a number. Yet, I was confused on what number I should call. Should I call Darwin? Damon? The police? The mental hospital? I should probably call Minerva for a warning. “Hello?
Cyrene’s POVI got to start booktubing now. My fellow bookworms are waiting for me to talk live about the book I recently read, The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo. I fixed my camera and the light, as well as other things I need to set up as I am new to this bookworm world. I only used to stand naked and have sex on camera back to the days when giving and providing pleasure is the reason why I manage to prepare a food on my table every meal and every day. I am glad I was able to escape from that living prison and I am now finally doing what I love and what seems ‘acceptable’ to the society. I clicked live and started filming. I greeted my audience first and stated my objectives for this live video as what I’ve read on a blog article. I may look like an idiotic whore who is forcing myself to be a booktuber but I am doing everything I could. I am exerting efforts that I cannot even imagine to give. I am willing to learn everythin
Minerva’s POVMariella is bearing little Hemera in her arms. I just recently woke up after a day and a half, and I immediately saw the two of them. I looked to the left and I found Darwin sleeping soundly on the coffee-colored couch. “How’s little Hemera?” I asked. Mariella Chu’s brows rose. “Hemera?” I tried to sit up but my head ended up falling back to the pillow. “Yes. Her name is Hemera Lou.” A shock look on her face made me cackle. “Why? You didn’t expect that we’ll name her sooner?” We because Darwin and I named her. In fact, it was only him who named her. I just added Lou as her second name, derived from my favorite young adult book series, Serpent & Dove. I glanced at him and I forced a smile. “How are you after that—“ I took a breath, a pause before continuing. ”That rejection of your offer?” Why do I make it sound like Mariella is offering me a huge business deal and I simply jus