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CHAPTER 5: THE G-STRING
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Billionaire hits rock bottom CHAPTER 5: THE G-STRING
CHAPTER 5: THE G-STRINGThe morning was quieter than usual, but the silence carried a weight heavier than words. I stepped into the living room, already bracing myself for Cynthia’s gaze, for the judgment, for the invisible chains that bound me in this house.But today… Today something was different.The air smelled faintly of something floral, almost perfumed, and it made the pit in my stomach grow sharper. Thandeka was nowhere in sight. Cynthia was moving around the living room with the deliberate calm of a predator. I could feel her calculating every move, every word.She stopped abruptly near the sofa, hands on her hips, her eyes locking on me. “We need to talk,” she said, voice smooth but carrying an edge that made my skin crawl.I froze. Something in her tone, a subtle shift, told me this wasn’t the usual morning lecture.“What about?” I asked cautiously, trying to mask the unease tightening in my chest.She lifted a small, delicate object from the corner of the sofa and held it
Billionaire hits rock bottom CHAPTER 4: THE FIRST ACCUSATION
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Billionaire hits rock bottom CHAPTER 3: A HOME THAT REJECTS ME
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Billionaire hits rock bottom CHAPTER 2: UNEMPLOYED FOR TOO LONG
CHAPTER 2: UNEMPLOYED FOR TOO LONGMorning doesn’t arrive in this house.It announces itself.Cynthia’s pots collide in the kitchen like weapons. Cupboards slam. A kettle screams longer than necessary. Every sound is intentional — a reminder that I am awake later than she approves of.I open my eyes before she calls my name. She never does. She doesn’t need to.The ceiling greets me again, that same cracked line stretching across it like a scar that refuses to heal. My body aches from the floor, but I welcome the pain. It’s honest. It doesn’t pretend to be a concern.Above me, Thandeka is already awake, scrolling through her phone. Her face is tight, guarded. When our eyes meet, she forces a small smile — the kind you give strangers in elevators.“Morning,” I say softly.“Morning,” she replies, already looking away.That’s how conversations end now. Before they begin.I fold the thin blanket and push the mattress into the corner, careful not to make noise. Cynthia hates noise that com
Billionaire hits rock bottom CHAPTER 1: THE MAN WHO SLEEPS ON THE FLOOR
CHAPTER 1: THE MAN WHO SLEEPS ON THE FLOORI sleep on the floor now.Not because I believe in humility. Not because I’m trying to prove a point to the universe. I sleep on the floor because there is no place left for me to stand — not in this house, not in this life.The mattress beneath me is thin, the kind you give to guests you don’t expect to stay long. It smells like dust and old fabric softener, like a childhood that never fully moved on. Every time I shift my weight, it makes a sound — a tired, protesting sigh — as if even the mattress is confused about why I’m still here.Above me, on the bed, lies Thandeka.Her back is turned to me.That’s how nights are now. No warmth. No accidental touch. No whispered plans about the future. Just silence stretched tight between us like a wound that hasn’t decided whether to heal or rot.I stare at the ceiling. There’s a crack that runs from one corner to the other. I’ve counted it so many times I could draw it from memory. Sometimes I imagi
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