Married to my Billionaire Boss

the crowded neighborhood buzzed through the thin walls-a baby crying in the distance, the rattle of carts wheeled by street vendor

suring she had enough time to juggle the responsibilities that weighed heavily on her slim shoulders. Silently, she cre

and eggs. As the scent of frying onions filled the air, she glanced at the crumpled envelope on the counter-a

e her father, who was propped up on the threadbare sofa, his once

Paula said, hurrying ov

e raspy. "I was thinking about... everyth

worry about me, Papa. My job is going well, and I

e patted her hand. Paula felt the weight of his unsp

a after their mother's death. Paula often remembered his booming laugh and the way he'd scoop her up as a child, spinning her aro

Paula asked softly, scanning

st," he said, attempt

and she relaxed slightly, though she k

full of potential, her academic achievements a source of pride for the entire family. Despite

mumbled, pulling the th

et you sleep in, you'll blame me for miss

stretched. "You know, you'd make a terribl

don't get to school on time," Paula shot b

s confidant, listening intently to her sister's worries even when she didn't fully understand them.

she described an upcoming science competition. Their father listened intently, his pride evident even as he winced from a sudden

family. She remembered the nights when her father worked overtime to afford her college tuition and the countless times

her family stayed with her. Every keystroke, every calculation, was driven by the promise she'

e, Paula wore it like armor. She was her family's protec