Contract, Baby, And Billionaire

Sterling mansion, my mind ke

s in the back of the lecture hall, the one professors treated with a special kind of reverence. He never spoke to anyone,

cause I couldn't always afford new paper. I was a target. Rumors followed me like a shadow. People said I was only at the pr

ove them all wrong. I never looked at boys like Liam Sterling. They were not for me. They

his house. The iron

to his tech empire. He would return late at night, long after I had eaten the solitar

learned his habits. He only drank sparkling water from a specific Norwegian brand. He demanded absolute silence whe

y want. The finest food, the softest clothes, a library of art b

ts were

hild again, watching my parents fight. The screaming, the sound of breaking glass. My father, leaving for the last time. My mother, sinking into

nto the darkness of the unfamiliar room, and the feeling of being an imposter, a fraud, would wash over me. I didn't belong here.