Billionaire love in disguise

hed. She stood up, went to her bathroom, and began her morning routine. Afterward, she returned to her room, picked up her phone, and called Elina. She shared everything that h

hen. She found her stepmother cooking, but Anita ignored her and went straight to the fr

ire's ears perked up, and she recognized Mitchell's voice, chatting with a man. Anita's curiosity got the better of her, and she crept to the door, pressing her ear against it. "I already told you, no one gets to A

king into the room. "The man arrived to pick me up, and your precious daughter told him I don't live here! They would have left if I hadn't intervened," Anita exclaimed. "I'm sorry about that, it won't happen again..." her stepmother began, but Anita cut her off, storming away in anger. She went back to her room, slamming the door behind her.anita slammed the door angrily, knowing her stepmother was pretending to be sorry for Mitchell's actions. Deep down, she was probably proud of her daughter's behavior. Anita e lo

intervened, pulling Anita away from Mitchell, who was yelling and trying to fight back. Mitchell's mother rushed outside, helped her daughter up, and tended to her red f

plain, but he cut her off. "Leave it behind, we'll get you whatever you need." Anita hastily dropped off her bag, grabbed her phone, and rushed back to the car. "Later," she said with a smirk, as she

resuming their activities. Meanwhile, in the car, Bob broke the silence, "I haven't properly introduced myself. I'm Bob, and this is John." Anita shook their hands, "Nice to meet you. Where's your other friend?" Bob's expression changed, and he pinched John before he

nder. Dozens of men in suits walked briskly around the property, catching Anita's attention. She stared, mesmerized by the sheer scale and opulence. "Alright, let's go in now," Bob said, breaking the spell. Anita followed Bob, and they entered the mansi

le. Anita thought to herself, "Wow, for the first time in my life, I'm being treated with respect." She looked around, wonderin

s, infecting the others. Anita watched them, thinking, "What have I gotten myself into? Can I really handle a dumb boy and his eccentric friends?" She gazed at them with a mixture of pity and concern. As they com

," Andrew warned. Anita nodded, still looking back at the door. Andrew escorted her upstairs to her room. As she entered, Anita gasped in delight at the beautifully decorated space. The room was painted a soothing blue, her favorite color. She bounced onto the bed, beaming with j