The Billionaire's Heirs: A Hilton Cove Tale

d the shop in a warm, amber light, I finally finished atte

ey left the shop, their laughter fading into the distance. With the door's b

the shop. The lace-curtained windows that had allowed the golden sunlight to grace

ilience. The shops on either side of our tailorwork establishment bore the scars of time, their facades weathered by yea

A voice called out from the veg

t the familiar warmth filled voi

r. Jonathan, the elderly vendor who had been selling fresh v

brant greens and plump vegetables neatly arranged. But I was sad to see that desp

Call me John missy," He growled

?" I say, my face

a hand through his silver hair,

. Folks don't have the coin for fresh vegetables thes

icult lately, with diseases prevalent and the heat only fueling the rise of them. Work also becomes slower due to poor working conditions a

t least those few, I can just skip lunch tomorrow, but I can't just

en I had no father to do so, when I had a mother who didn't care

for the vegetables I had selected. However, as I reached into my pu

ts. "John, I'm so sorry," I said with a hint of embarrassment,

rm smile. "No worries, Lilly. Take your ti

's tailorwork shop. The setting sun cast long shadows on the quiet s

ve my purse, feeling a bit silly for having forgotten it. Who does th

heard the sound of the bell jingle, followed by the subsequent

he day. Please come back tomorrow." To my surprise, the person di

man. Before I could react or scream, he moved swiftly, coveri

ipped me as I struggled against the hold on m

carrots, and the shop didn't keep money. Maa didn't trust anybody but

tiful thing I had ever seen. His eyes were an unusual blend of deep amethyst and midnight blue, a captivating hue that seemed to hide secrets within. In the dim shop, they h

ver the stranger that has held you captive! No matter how pret

egaining control of my limbs and I began to thra

a reproachful look. The audacity! Did he expect me to just stay willingly and accept whatever it is he wan

d low, his hair tickling my cheeks as his lips hovered tantalizingly cl

whispered, his voice low and husky

I watched him peer cautiously towards the entrance, I couldn't he

ogne enveloped me, an intoxicating blend of e

words only seemed to heighten my anxiety. Who was he and why did he have people after him? Was he some c

, the tension between us palpable. Every instinct in me screamed to b

hop, I had no idea what sort of threat or danger they were, I wasn't foolish to think it was the p

y ear, his lips brushing against my s

ng over me, but I remained cautious,

the freely. I took in a deep breath, my heart still racing, and I coul

ush. I wanted answers, and I wanted them now. I couldn't let him leave without knowing who he wa

filled with a hint of gratitude. "Thank you for staying quiet,

involve you, but

, my voice still trembling slight

se, I just didn't want to be found..th

o I am..am sorry, bu

bell chimed again. This time, it was Mr. Jonathan, concerned fo

d to respond to Mr. Jonathan, but as I turned back to where Oliver had been

hin air, leaving me with a whirlwin

ould only manage a weak nod in response, my mind still reeling from the encounter with the mysterious