Billionaire's Untouched Flower

ed his phone for messages or calls, but there was nothing. N

in so completely. There was something magnetic about her, and the fact that he was her first,

o one seemed to know who Ana was or where she

asn't used to not getting wha

closing in. She managed to find a new job, something more in line with her desire

ts. She couldn't shake him. She didn't want to. But she couldn't go back to that worl

d to settle into her new rou

embled from the violent retching that had just emptied her stomach, that was the third t

the feeling of throwing up at everything she perceived, this left her weak and lightheaded. But today, something was d

e truth clawed at her, demanding to be faced. Her reflection in the cracked mirror showed a girl she no

rmed in h

ibs. She pressed a shaking hand against her stomach, as if somehow that w

terrifying realization, a sharp v

r blood ran cold. Slowly, she turned to see the

way, arms crossed, a cruel smirk curling o

g forward. Her eyes flickered with a mix of amusement an

lowed hard, her voice barely a

and looking paler than death itself." She leaned against the doorway, tilt

ena smirk deepened. "You

ave her the ans

ened in an instant. "Y

hed. "I d

I kept you in this house out of pity. Your father might've be

h hitched.

you were messing around with? Or...." she gasped dramatically...."

Ana's eyes. "I'm do

bastard inside you?" Her expression twisted with hatred. "You've d

ach lurche

r voice was venomous. "I want you go

!" Ana's voice cracked as

urled. "Not

n Ana's cheeks. "

should've kicked you out years ago. You're no

er for years. She wanted to fight back, to scream, to tell Lena

. Completely,

and walked away, leaving Ana sta

lled home. A small, tattered suitcase sat at her feet. Her entire life had been red

ound her shoulders, trying to

ould take her in. The streets were unforgiving, and the

ing out a slightly crumpled business card. The name s

lse qu

remember her?

he had been nothing more than a mystery in

eath, she dial

ee times. Her heart po

t wasn't Fred. A woman's voice, soft a

breath caught

phone, her entir

, a woman? W

und the device, her heart

ke again, her voice dr

wer right now. Can

left Ana