His Viscious Wife

Chapter 2

“Valerie’s POV”

“I’m Valerie Valdez, 22 years old, graduating student under the course in business administration in a prestigious school here in Manila. I am a consistent honorable person not an honor student because all I did is to go to the malls, atleast I am surviving in academic. I love shopping, I used to buy a lot of stuff. Buying things is my hobby, I am feeling sick whenever I failed to buy things. Spending money is the reason why I am alive but now my dad is gone, it is very hard for me to live like this…” I separated my expensive bags and shoes to my favorite stuffs, my tears are falling like a river because I don’t want to let them go… but I have to do this to make my life a little longer.

“If I only knew that my family business would get bankrupt, I should have taken millions with me so I will not be able to experience being poor! I shouldn’t have to sell my collections,” I looked at my collections with teary eyes as I scanned my eyes around my place. “Why do I have to let go of my luxurious living? Why?!!” I rose to my feet and opened my wardrobe, I wanted to check if I can sell some of my clothes but I stopped when I saw a bottle in it.

I took it and sat on my soft bed, “what is this? I don’t remember putting it inside my wardrobe?” I opened it and smell it but it looks like it is empty, I flipped it and a roll paper falls from it.

I hurriedly opened it and found my father’s signature at the end of the letter, “d-dad?” my voice shakes and my tears race down my cheek while reading the note he left for me. I laughed heartily as I found who could help me to get back from my status and wiped the tears on my eyes, “thank you, daddy! You didn’t left me to suffer in this world!” I kissed the note and keep it inside my wallet.

I had high hopes about this letter and I know it can help me, I setup my studio and turn on the social media application and started my live streaming to sell my stuff.

“Hello, fashionista! I am back, let’s skip making beauty products review. For now, I will be selling my bag and shoes collections!” I announced to everyone, I showed my branded bags and shoes, luckily it was all sold today but in half price of its original price. I sent all the orders and received the payment in my bank account.

“I finally have half million in my bank! What if I quit selling this house? I might get millions but I will be homeless after getting the money,” I think it thoroughly but this is my last resort, half million is not enough for me to live.

I posted my apartment in the social media and sell it, I have received a lot of inquiries about it but before I replied to them, I need to go to my favorite bar and have fun like I used to do before transferring into another city.

I ride on my big bike wearing the all dark fitted outfit and I also ask my friend, Cassandra to meet me there.

Cassandra Pelaez is my best friend since high school, she is brain and beauty but a very naughty woman.

I arrived early at the bar, I ordered red wine while waiting for Cassy to arrive, I was having fun being alone, enjoying the glass of wine till I remember my biggest problem that makes me feel miserable, I am not sure if my dad’s letter could help but I am still hoping that it can help me. There are so many questions coming into my mind, I am afraid that what if one day I will fail on finding him. What would happen to me now? Will I live on the street?

I was in the middle of confusion when a flirty man appeared in front of me, he greeted me purposely. I know he has plans but I don’t have any interest on him, I was rolling my eyes to anything he say and answered him sarcastically.

I think this man is trying to seduce me, I guess… he holds my waist and says a lot of things to me, I want to ask what is he trying to say but I don’t want to prolong our nonsense conversation.

I hurriedly left him as soon as Cass arrived, I went to my friend and she asked me, “who is that good-looking guy?”

I told her bluntly that I am not interested to him and he doesn’t seem interested to me at all, he was just pretending that he was but she still left me with this guy. What kind of friend she was? I don’t even know this man…

“Hi, I’m Duke Miguel Legazpi,” he says and offered his hand for a handshake.

His name sounds familiar, I think I heard his name somewhere but… it doesn’t matter, I am not asking for his name not until he showed a magazine to me claiming he is one of the richest man in this country but I can’t express how happy I am right now. I don’t want this man to think that I am an easy woman but I got pissed when he mocked me in front of the crowd so I pulled him closer to me and kisses him as long as I want. I was surprised when he kisses me back as if the world stops from spinning and I am afraid that I can’t escape from his grasp. I feel weak, his kisses sends electric shock down to my spine that it’s hard for me to stop. He pushes me lightly at the corner and goes on kissing me as if my lips were about to be torn, I can feel his hands were travelling on my chest and gently kisses me down to my neck that gives me shiver. I forcedly opened my eyes because I am afraid if I continue giving in, I might wake up in bed with this man.

“I think you are just drunk, Mr. and it is not the place to do that thing,” I stated thinking he will stop by simply saying those words but he smiled sexily and winked at me.

“Don’t worry, I have a solution to your problem,” he whispers to my ear.

I didn’t understand what he says because of the loud noise around the place and ignores him, I took the glass of red wine and drinks it all before leaving the place. I pays the bill and about to go but he holds my arm; I turns to him and asks, “what are you trying to do?”

“You are the only person that drives me crazy,” he admits and moves his lips closer to my ears saying, “I want you…”

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