Chapter 3 : I''M Sorry, I Don''T Have Any Money.


    Chapter 3 : I''m sorry, I don''t have any money.


    Carlos got up and covered her with a thin nket.


    He had no interest in possessing her against her will!


    -When the dayes that you say yes, I will possess you.


    After a deep look at the unconscious Mica, he thought, "I''m going to investigate this woman."


    ***


    Mica had a long dream about her vaguely remembered parents and the roaring fire and her


    mother''s voice when she was ten years old, when her mother and father took her on a car trip.


    -Mica, you have to survive....


    She was in aa for a long time because of the emotion of the ident, and when she woke up, she


    didn''t remember anything before the ident, and she wondered why she had no family other than her


    deceased parents and her aunt Marta.


    And her only family, Aunt Marta, was not willing to take her in.


    She was sent to an orphanage where she was treated very well by the director, she had be so


    autistic as a result of the ident that she often didn''t say a word all day, and it was the director who


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    gradually opened her up.


    But two yearster, Aunt Marta suddenly came back to pick her up from the orphanage and offered to


    adopt her.


    The director agreed on Mica''s behalf so that she could have a better living environment and study


    conditions.


    She lived under the Elvira''s roof, afraid of upsetting her aunt Marta and her cousin Adriana, but even


    after all her efforts, she was eventually sent to someone else''s bed by her aunt Marta, whom she had


    called aunt for twenty years....


    Mica opened her eyes slowly, the sky was already illuminated, the atmosphere was unfamiliar,


    memories of the night before came back to her, she sat up abruptly, her hands strained to lift the


    nkets to check....


    She was still in the same clothes as yesterday, though torn, and physically she felt no difort


    either.....


    Mica was relieved....


    Apparently the man was finally good and didn''t do anything to her.


    She could not be more grateful to him.


    She must have left, because therge room was silent, she was alone.


    She rubbed her temples, her head still a little fuzzy.


    The room was veryrge, simply furnished, but luxuriously decorated, and every object seemed


    valuable.


    The most striking part were the three circles of magnificent crystal chandeliers on the ceiling that shone


    dazzlingly and beautifully throughout the room.


    The man must have been very rich to afford such a luxurious hotel.


    "Remember this bastard''s name is Carlos!".


    The words he saidst night echoed in her head.


    Carlos?


    And that kiss...


    Rubbing her tired eyes, she allowed herself to stop thinking about this for a moment and make some


    order in her mind.


    Why did Aunt Marta do this, just because of that request for 1 million?


    She knew Adriana hated her very much since she was a child, that''s why Mica couldn''t wait to move


    into the dorm as soon as she started college, she even worked part-time during summer and winter


    vacations to minimize the chances of running into her cousin....


    She got out of bed and saw a neatly folded dress on the bedside table.


    Was it for her?


    Mica bit her lip, she hadn''t expected the man to be so thoughtful.


    She picked it up, it was a beautiful dress with a high cheongsam style cor....


    Mica unconsciously touched the back of her neck....


    This dress was so too precious.


    Mica put the dress down and walked over to the huge mirror, the tattered silk jacket was no longer


    wearable, although the underwear was a very conservative wrap style, there was no way she was


    going to walk out the door with it, and the knee length skirt was wrinkled and straw-like....


    After some hesitation, Mica put on the dress, her hairpin was nowhere to be seen, pulled back her


    long hair, opened the door and hesitated.


    Could she just leave?


    The man had kindly saved her, although at first he seemed like a bad guy, making her think she was in


    danger.


    It seemed impolite to leave like that, but I was so strapped for cash that I had no way to pay him


    materially.


    This was a hotel, and the man might note back, so there was no point in leaving a message. But


    she was going to remember this favor, if she ever saw him, she would thank him in person!


    With this in mind, Mica closed the door and went out.


    The drive out of the hotel went smoothly. Mica stopped a cab at the entrance.


    -Where are you going, Miss?


    The driver, an honest man in his forties or fifties, watched Mica for a while in the rearview mirror.


    "What an unusual beauty, even the air in the car smelled good."


    Mica was stunned, yes, where could she go?


    Having escapedst night, it was definitely not a good idea to go back to the Elvira''s house, she


    couldn''t even imagine her aunt Marta and Adriana joining forces to finish her off?


    -Miss? Where to? Name a ce!


    The driver raised his voice and asked again.


    Mica blurted out:


    -To Yunalvian.


    -Okay.


    The car slowly merged into the traffic.


    It was the private residence of the boyfriend who had been with her for three years, Marcos Franco.


    Even though nothing happenedst night, she still felt guilty and didn''t want to confront him for fear that


    he would me her for not protecting herself, but for the moment she had nowhere to go.


    Looking out the car window, Mica''s brow furrowed gently, wondering what to do from now on, how


    she would deal with her aunt Marta and Adriana.


    Ten minutester, the car pulled up in front of a housing development.


    -That''s $8. 5.


    The driver turned off the engine and looked back, this beauty was a pleasure to behold....


    The chauffeur was visibly stunned as he watched Mica forcefully pull a pearl from the shoulder of


    her shirt and hand it to him.


    -I''m sorry, I don''t have any money. This pearles from South Africa and is in very good condition.


    The market price is about two thousand dors.


    The driver was dumbfounded and unconsciously reached out to take it; the pearl was really beautiful,


    with a nice color and very round....


    -Sir, don''t worry, find a jewelry store and sell it, I''m sure it will go for more than 2, 000.


    She specialized in jewelry appraisal at the university and was very sure of her opinion.


    The chauffeur looked at Mica and her eyes were so clean and clear and full of relevance that I


    couldn''t help but want to believe her.


    -Well, thank you then.


    -Thanks to you, goodbye!


    Mica got out of the car and smoothed out her dress a little, from the shoulders to the neckline they


    were adorned with pearls of great value, the dress was so well made that it didn''t look bad without a


    pearl.


    She didn''t want to wear this dress because she knew these pearls were expensive.


    But she didn''t know that the dress had been designed by James, a famous designer, nor that it was the


    only one in the world.


    Certainly her Aunt Martha didn''t give her many material goods, she had to spend her own money


    carefully and she knew very little about these designer brands.


    Taking a deep breath, she entered the elevator in one of the buildings on the block, well past rush hour,


    and made her way to the 16th floor without incident.


    Mica made her way to the familiar door, her small hand couldn''t help but clench her chest, her heart


    was a little nervous, it had been a long time since she had seen him, she wondered how he would react


    to her surprise visit?


    Was the door ajar?


    Then he must be home!


    Mica couldn''t help curling the corners of her mouth and fixing her hair before gently pushing the


    door....