“Minerva!”
Before Minerva could turn around who called her, she was seized by someone who has powerful force and a well-built body. He grabbed her by the arm and brought her back to the street that almost tore her right arm apart.
“What the freak are you doing? You’re gonna killed yourself and your baby!”
Minerva was panting, catching for breath. She was shaking, quivering and still processing why she ended in the middle of the street in the first place earlier.
“I…I—I got lost. I was so boiling in anger inside that I did not manage to think that I was already one step closer to death.”
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She parted her lips first. But Darwin pulled her back into his lips. Yet, she refused. “Let me talk first,” Minerva said while she was catching her breath. “No. Let me talk first,” Darwin countered. “I-I am sorry…for that. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, Minnie.” Finally, Minerva smiled—a sweet, angelic one. “You did not. You just told me the truth.” He raised his hand to her lips. “I know you will be a good wife. And I will be a good father to your little one as well.”&
Minerva bounced up and down into Darwin as if she was riding a horse. She was definitely hungry for this man; yearning for his body is the precise term. “Is it okay for you and the baby?” Darwin asked as big drops of sweat flow from him, not to mention the fluid that is also flowing from inside him to Minerva’s wide opening.This is their second round now; heaven knows what has gotten to Minerva but all she knows she will set aside those debts and problems and Derrick-ness. She will focus on Darwin tonight—to him and to his body only. She did it slowly as her child was still inside her womb. Darwin also understood this and thrust slowly but surely inside her.&nb
Minerva’s body was indeed swollen due to last night’s bed session. Darwin already left for work and even gave her a sweet, wife-y kiss first before closing the door. She had been folding her apparel, ironing her undergarments, and washing his dirty clothes; like what a housewife should do. But Minerva wasn’t a housewife—not a wife either, not yet. She was only doing this as she had accepted the fact that from now on, she will be staying in this penthouse—she will be living from this moment with Darwin. She had swept the floor, washed the dishes, and even wiped some dusty things inside despite her condition. She doesn’t know why. She’s uncomfortable ju
William seemed to take away all of Minerva’s voice due to that punch to her throat. She cannot scream. She cannot move. Heaven knows she’s already a carrion now. At least she tried to escape from William’s malicious hands. All Minerva knows is that she’s defeated.William’s fingers dig between her breasts and his lips drowned hers when— “Get the fuck out from my wife!!!” Darwin’s mighty punch sent William rolling on the concrete floor. Blood gushed out from his nose. His elbow was wounded. Darwin immediately helped Minerva to get up. Her body was still shaking, and could barely breathe. “Stay behind me.” Her nod wa
“You see now, Minerva,” Darwin patted the back of the newly awakened Minerva on the couch. “There is always good in everybody. No matter how despicable they are…” “I know.” Minerva’s tears were still wetting her face early in the morning. “Is that only your reply, Minnie?!” Her head was still bowed down in sorrow despite his echoing voice. “It’s the same words you kept on uttering since last night!” She abruptly turned her head towards him and pointed a finger to herself. “Can’t you see I’m having my moment? Please, Darwin. Just let me cry for today. You know that pregnant women are particularly overly emotional…”
Minerva didn’t know if what she’s feeling right now is part of carrying a child or just a normal feeling of a woman who was paid to a billionaire by his late fiancé.Tears began to form into her eyes every time she beheld the face of the man she’s leaving with now. He had prepared her a sunny-side egg and granola bars for breakfast before lunging himself to the shower. “Darwin…” “Hmm?” Darwin just got out of the shower. And Gods above…his body is so wet that she could just dry his entirety with her lips and kisses. Minerva just buried that thought deep into the pit of her consciousness once Darwin found her eyes meeting his.. She looked away from him as he dried his hair with a white towel.
The wind in the cemetery is always serene—as calm as the people eternally sleeping beneath the grassy ground. Minerva placed a white lily and blue rose atop his tombstone, holding her tears not to fall on Derrick’s grave as well. “It’s been a long time, babe.” Her voice was soft; her words were gentle and full of heartache. Her baby kicked, making her smile. “I know, little one. As much as we badly want to see your daddy, we can’t. Giving him flowers is enough. And letting him know that both of us are in good hands.” She gently stroked her belly in a circular motion. “...and that you’ll have someone to call a daddy as soon as you come out, Hemera.” She called her child by the name Darwin had given her: Hemera. It wasn’t so bad. In fact, it sound’s
“Really?” Minerva nodded. “Darwin said that to you?!” Mariella Chu’s joyous voice made Minerva anxious for a bit as the whole people inside the milk tea shop turned their heads towards them. “Hush, Ella! They can hear you.” Mariella pouted at Minerva, who was wearing a pink crop top with white chevron designs. “Just lower your voice…” Then she smiled. Like a real, unfeigned smile. Mariella had never yielded a smile like that to Minerva. The pregnant soon-to-be Mrs. Gray just casually smiles—her usual one. “What’s wrong?” She asked. “Nothing. It’s just that…” Minerva jerked her face to her bestfriend and bravely asked. “Why aren’t you married yet?” Mariella’s expressions shifted, from a jovial grin to a flabbergasted face.&nb
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