Loving The Billionaire Heir

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ct me from my task. Clutching the tray of drinks, I allowed myself a fleeting moment of envy, wondering wh

rs. That fateful day, my siblings and I took the bus to school, unaware of the devastating

ancing part-time jobs with my education. Life became a consta

d memories still haunt me to this day. I felt cursed, like the unluckiest person alive. Th

ccasional interest in my siblings and me, but ultimately, I took responsibility for

to finish college with good grades to secure a well-paying jo

t of my hands, and the glasses crashed to the floor. 'Shit!' I cursed, feeling my face flush with annoyance. Those drin

physique. His raven-black hair was perfectly messy, framing his angular face. Piercing green eyes sparkled like emeralds, leavin

er the pounding in my chest. Instead, I re

sistibly succulent. Totally kissable. What's wrong with

tage Club, customer satisfaction reigns supreme. Now, how would I afford to p

his. He lit up with a warm smile, clearly glad to see h

and beautiful . But it was the way she gazed at him, beaming

his girlfrien

touch tender. I felt a pang of disappointment, whic

– and the mess at their feet. It irked me that she notice

but she casually rearranged it. "Mr. Handsome's" warm s

d wheel, an unwanted specta

nowledges it's his fault... and it definitely is! I waved my hand in front of his chise

e pulled out his wallet and handed me a wad of dollar notes. "

ney, mouthing a s

g his as if her life depended on it. I scoffed, annoyed at myself. What was wrong with me,

shaking off

s, I

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ality. But, my colleagues insisted on celebrating my double promotion at work with a night out. And why not? I

't want to be here either. If not for Stephanie's persistence, I would have skipped this altogether. Today was her birthday,

recent promotion would soon create a professional gap between us, but emotionally, she remained close

wondered about my father's identity and appearance, as I di

lder. But now that I'm grown, she responds with tears and defensiven

know remains. Deep down, I'm still madly curio

dding toward our colleagues, who were waving

ong?" Dan, the youn

a waitress!" She gestured dramatically. "But all's well now. Let's groove

y're stained," Caleb, an

ing the drink splatters on my pants

led out a small towel from her bag. She be

I'll just clean it

ed, distracting me from the mishap. "We

standing up to navigate throu

ed out, a hand pulled me into the alley, hiding me from the party crowd. With my ba