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Jhyne Juntilla

Jhyne Juntilla's Book(1)

Beneath The Bitter Past

Beneath The Bitter Past

Romance
5.0
Sometimes in the difficulty of life, it is inevitable that we cling to a knife. If not ourselves, then our parents. I am Audrey Paulino, a nineteen-year-old. I am a simple girl, and come from a poor family. Many people say that I am a beautiful, sexy, perfect body, perfect woman, and definitely go far. But how can I reach my dreams when the life I lived for is nothing but a low blow to the ground? How can I prove what they said is a perfect woman, sexy, and beautiful, if I don't have good clothes? Occasionally, I envy my friends because they have a pile of expensive clothes, expensive perfume and expensive makeup. My father, on the other hand, is just a worker for a rich family here in our place. The Bustamante family, and my mother also worked here as a housemaid and laundress. My mother wanted to take me with her to the mansion but I made the excuse that I had a headache. Every so often I put garlic on my armpits to raise my temperature, so I got sick. Because I noticed Senior Miguel's maniac. I'm wearing a simple duster, and it's old-fashioned. I'm also wearing shorts underneath so that my panties are not obvious. Until I entered the big house, it was hushed around, and I immediately went to the kitchen to cook their breakfast. When I finished preparing the table, I went upstairs to knock on the couple's room. "Madam Berta..." I called, and the one who opened the door for me was Senior Miguel. "Where is your mom?" he asked, but his eyes on my entire body. "My mom is sick!" I answered him angrily, because his gaze melted my body. While I was in the middle of washing the dishes, someone suddenly grabbed my shouders, and I was surprised. "Oh — Merciful heavens!" I screamed, and dropped the glass and it broke. "Shhh..." he ordered, as he covered my mouth. "—It's you, Senior Miguel!" I said, when he removed his hand from my mouth, and I felt terrified. "Don't be afraid, Audrey. I won't hurt you," he whispered.