The poor girl who marry a billionaire

Who Married

ght. The tiny apartment she shared with her sick mother was freezing, the heating barely working. She p

d, leaving her mother to work multiple jobs until illness took over. Now, it was Elena's turn to take care of both

hurried to the bus stop, knowing she couldn't afford to be late again. Mr. Grayson, the

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ll of coffee and freshly baked bread. She tied her apron and got to work immediately

e!" called out he

rrogant-looking man in a designer suit. He barely glan

was a coldness in his eyes, a sense of entitlement. She turned

with a smirk. "Too bad he looks lik

Yeah, well, rich

fee, setting it down care

nto hers. For a moment, something flickered in his expressi

said, his voice

no time to entertain thoughts about a rich st

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as exhausted. She checked her phone-no missed calls from her mother's doctor, which

saw the same man from earlier standing near a sleek black car, t

catch the bus. But as she turned the

ou're going!"

its contents spilling onto the sidewalk. Her tips

spered, scrambli

epping over her coins and bills like

d up, startled, as the rich man crouched

areful," he said, han

Why would someone like

" she stammere

hands into his pockets. "Do you a

. "It's al

anged, but before she could fi

he called

but didn't

your name," she

is blue eyes glinting under the

ng Elena standing there, her heart rac