MARRIED TO A CRUEL BILLIONAIRE

A'S

evelation. "That can't be right," she exclaimed. "M

he commotion and r

ed up the note on the table and read it over my mother's shoulder. "50 million what"

pounds, and this beautiful mansion

nd unwavering. "Your father was a good man, but he made some b

with my money, or you leave this

as the ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner. My mot

is all that's left of my father's legacy. How can you take it away from us?" We were still reeling

filled with memories and mementos of my father's life. Losing it would be like losing a part of him all over

voice firm but sympathetic. "Your father's debts were substantial. If you don't set

rds hung in the air. The thought of losing our family home,

I stammered, desperatio

e with the creditor, see if he will accept a payment plan or a reduced settle

within me. "We'll do it. We'll

my best to help you. But we need to act quickly. Mr R

ver me. I would do whatever it took to save our family home, t

d ahead would be fraught with challenges, and that saving the mansion would require more than just deter

dness. She nodded silently, and I guided her to the couch, where we sat down t

need to talk about what's going to happen next

y, sweetie," she whispered, her voice cracking. "I should have been

squeeze. "Don't blame yourself, Mo

comfort, anxiety bega

ain my independence. However, my leave was over, and the thought

ough to make ends meet, and even my entire yea

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sprang out of bed. "Oh no, I'm already

leave in no time. As I headed out the door, Madam Ang

you when I get back!" I repl

Mrs. Julian, our superior, stood at the front of the shop, her eyes fixed on me. This was her usual stance

ian," I greeted her, low

eplied curtly, ign

"Am I in trouble?" I wond

contact with Rose, my frie

n and handed me a no

ched on my face. "Sorry, ma'a

vices are needed in this shop anymore. Your space has been given

that threatened to spill from my eyes. I couldn't let Madam Julian see me cry. I took a deep breath and