ONCE A HEIRESS, NOW THE BILLIONAIRE'S MAID

s, returned to its rightful place. A few moments of financ

the independent lifestyle she had now, away from his constant

ing elegant dinners and hangouts, slipping in and out of

idn't bother her at all; for what it's worth, it felt like a necessary sacrif

f cash, another escape from the financia

She watched her friend drain her resources, auctioning off car after car, selling her designer bags to yet again pu

she called to tell Layla about her latest purchase,

thing but has now escalated into something

with bags from Chanel, Versace, and Louis Vuitton. She walked through the house a

cene with a tight-lipped frown. She took a deep

Her tone was cold and firm,

breezy, bemused smile. "About what?" she aske

estured to the bags. "You've been selling off your things one by one just to keep living li

. "I'm fine, Layla. This is what I want. I'

nother, you should be thinking about ways to sustain what you hav

m doing just fine without him, he cut me off, so I will be fine without him and as reg

irst but it was just to solve the initial problem with finances but it appears I have open a can of worms and have let the gates of hell loose because my friend is about to empty her house just to keep

lecture, Layla." She folded her arms, her chin tilted defiantly. "I don't ne

things you don't need?" Layla's voice was rising now, her face flushed with frustration. She took a breath, trying to keep her calm. "I'm only t

, you or my dad, your both just want to contro

st car if I'd known it would turn into

such an issue, then maybe you should just mind your own god damn business. Yo

d, Valerie. I don't understand why you're willing to throw everything away just to prove some point.

into silence. The click of the door echoed through the empty house, and Valerie was left alone, standing in the midst of her luxury purchases.