# BONUS CHAPTER
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Hey peeps! I just want to say I’m really grateful to all of you for reading and supporting this book. And for those who haven’t yet, please, I beg you—kindly support this poor writer. Thank you all!
I’m going to give a little bonus chapter before the main one, and I also thought about adding character descriptions to save time, because I can be really lazy when it comes to writing those. So today, I’ll start with the MC.
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Natia Matthias O’Connor (Female Lead / MC)
She’s a nineteen-year-old second-year student at Hamilton University studying ITRC. She lives with her cousin in a small apartment not too far from campus. Natia is soft and timid, but she craves danger especially the Yakuza boss she stalks. She’s a terrible cook but has a huge appetite. She’s an introvert by choice because she doesn’t relate well with most girls, except her cousin who’s been with her since childhood. She’s the only biological child of her parents, with an adopted older brother she hasn’t seen in years. She has no interest in love (but as the author, I can’t permit that, hehe), completely consumed by her obsession with a dangerous man who could definitely end her if he wanted to.
Despite everything, Natia is far from bad-looking (I refuse to allow that). Her hair is the deepest brown with golden tips, curly like pixie curls that barely reach her shoulder blades. She has glowing dark skin that looks radiant under sunlight, inherited from her mother. Her almond-shaped honey-brown eyes are huge and framed by long lashes, making them unrealistically beautiful. Her eyebrows are slim, her nose similar to her cousin’s, and her lips are a light pink small but soft, with a habit of being licked whenever she’s nervous. Her figure is slim, though she considers herself too thin, but doesn’t bother doing anything about it. She loves piercings and has plenty of them.
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Author
I can’t do all the descriptions because I need to write the next chapter, and I haven’t written the bonus one either. So if you’re curious about little Natia, you’ll have to keep reading. And don’t forget to vote—please! It would mean the world to me. If you have questions or want to share your thoughts, I’m always open.
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BONUS CHAPTER
Natia’s P.O.V
I made it back home after Denver dropped me off, and the whole day kept replaying in my mind. Ending the thoughts seemed impossible, and honestly, I wished today hadn’t ended at all. I enjoyed every bit of it.
Walking inside, the smell of freshly cooked food hit me, and I felt hungry instantly even though Denver and I had eaten before coming home. I could never resist Eleanor’s cooking. It reminded me of my mom’s so much. Yeah, she’s like a replacement. I know, I know.
“So, how did it go?” Eleanor asked out of nowhere, startling me. She could be so nosy it was annoying. I hadn’t even made it halfway into the apartment before she started asking questions that made me uncomfortable. I always hated being asked about guys. I didn’t know why, but I felt insecure. I had a problem.
“Get off my back, Elean,” I shut her off.
“I’m not giving you any space today. If you’re not going to tell me, then there’s no food for you tonight.” She stood with her hands on her hips exactly like my mom whenever I refused to talk. Their threats were always food-related my greatest weakness.
I sighed, rolling my eyes.
“You win. It went well.”
“Wait, girl—I want every detail. Like everything. Go take a shower and come back. I’m waiting.” She had her gossip mode on.
Ah, what a pain.
I went inside to take a shower, but all I could think about was his smile… his eyes… his words.
“…you look beautiful…”
I stood in front of the cracked mirror, staring at my reflection. My brown hair was wet, my stubborn curls falling in waves. My face was wet, my skin glowing slightly. I stared, but I didn’t see anything beautiful. I didn’t look like Eleanor she was the one who was beautiful.
I was dark-skinned. My hair wasn’t straight like other girls’. My hands moved to my chest. I didn’t have big breasts like Eleanor. I traced down to my stomach, then my waist too thin. My hips? Nothing like hers. My butt? Definitely not like hers.
So what did he see in me to say I was beautiful?
Or maybe he was just playing with my head. Boys loved doing that. But could I call him a boy? No… he was just being friendly. That’s all. So why was I thinking so much?
Maybe because I’d distanced myself from guys for so long that I didn’t know how to handle them anymore. So why did he feel different?
“Nat, my love! You’re taking too long. Get out before the food gets cold!” Eleanor’s voice snapped me out of it.
I wrapped myself in a towel, dried off, and changed into a grey oversized shirt with nothing underneath I hated sleeping with underwear. I headed to the dining table.
“Welcome, woman. Now let’s eat,” Eleanor said with so much sass I wanted to smack her.
But because food was involved, I behaved.
We sat down to eat a glorious meal Eleanor would make a great mother.
“So, the dets, girl. I want every single one of them.”
Well… she would make a great mother except for the gossip tendencies.
“Nothing really happened,” I said, chewing a piece of bacon.
“I don’t remember asking for that. Tell me what happened.”
So, I told her everything, and she was beaming like a kid waiting for Christmas.
“What?” I asked when I caught her staring.
“I’m so happy for you.”
“Why?”
“Because who would’ve guessed you’d find someone so easily.”
“I found no one. And Denver is just a good person who feels like I’m being left out. He wants to be friends. He’s friendly, that’s it.”
“Yes, he’s a good person, but I don’t think he wants you as only a friend.”
“Eleanor, that’s enough. He considers me a friend. That’s why he’s doing all this.”
“I don’t believe so. He’s nicer to you—”
“He’s always nice! To everyone! He did the same thing with you. So stop this nonsense, please. I’m uncomfortable with it and you know that.”
She looked at me with this expression I hated.
“Okay,” she whispered.
Dinner went quiet after that. When I tried to wash the dishes, she told me to leave them she’d do it herself.
I went straight to my room and shut the door. I didn’t mean to hurt her. I was just… paranoid. I was always like this. That’s why Eleanor was better than me. I lacked patience. I wasn’t gentle. My flaws were always too loud.
I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling. My mind drifted back to what she said. Even if Denver did like me, it was probably because I seemed mysterious. He didn’t know anything about me he was just curious about who Natia Matthias was.
I pulled the covers to my chest. I didn’t like talking about him… maybe because he’d been sneaking into my mind, the same way he slipped into my world.
I wondered who would give up first him or me?
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