The Girl Who Stole The Billionaire's Heart

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nd from the church said, and with a last pat and a sorrowful look l

t of negative things to be precise. My life has gone down the rail, lower tha

ning, as a result of the realization that her plans had gone to waste. Maybe I was a fool that didn't see the situation from

tment, which God knows I didn't know where to start from to raise. I was broke, wretched, and alone! I didn't k

by the security, and they tossed me out, calling me a delinquent urchin. I stood there from morning to night crying my eyes out a

. I ended up going back to the hospital to cry beside grandma who hasn't blinked a wink and

gave the second worst news in my lifetime; the only person I had was gone. I lost it. I walked like a zombie

od here allowing the last raindrop to drop on me i

other of our church members, Sir Williams urged, taking

he was my only family. She wasn't always like that, we had moments of love

the only thing I needed was to go home and curl up in bed and cry my eyes out. There is no such thing

door open and walked into the empty house straight to my

ied so hard my neck became deep red and my throat

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ng my black mourning dress, and tiptoed out of the room into the kitchen. I stood at th

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nty cutleries, stove, and dried vegetables sitting on the

th protest. I haven't eaten properly since granny's sickness and even then I only

d. I'm alone.

ng to do. Then I wore my dingy boot and walked out, shut

lum and all the houses had one thing in common; they all looked shabby and dilapidated. Everyone here is a survivor,

at least housing me for a while as I look for a job in a familiar environment. I hardly knew many places around here. Since I came to live w

ng else has any interest to me. I walked down the rowdy road, with a few eyes following me, m

up early and go back to the street to look for work. I have to hav

tried to get it. I picked it up, looked around, and went in, latching the lock _which wa

, my heart beat pounding against my rib. I produced a white paper from it and unfolded

alendar hanging by the wall and realized it wasn't. They had act

randmother use ten thousand dollars for Christ's sake? I stomped my feet on the ground as I tosse

ing outside made everything haughty, adding to the fact that this is

he living room where I sat watching the lamp b

uickly wore my black gab and tied my hair in

ate. The only coffee shop that accepted, the pay was nothing to talk home about. If I have to work there, I wi

g some miraculous magic happens that would make a plate materialize in front of me. Tear

on the public bench as it seem the effect of not eating anything for three

bring an end to all my agony. There is definitely no hope for me. I'm still living in a fantasy if I assume

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