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I have standards

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Cynthia couldn't stop thinking about her father. His name was Thomas Hart.

For years, that name had meant almost nothing to her. He was simply the man who had left, the man her mother hated, the man who had never returned even when his daughter needed him.

But after what her aunt had told her, Thomas no longer felt like a forgotten part of her childhood.

There were questions now.

Cynthia lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling while her phone rested beside her. After several minutes, she finally
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  • Billionaire's Prisoner   I have standards

    Cynthia couldn't stop thinking about her father. His name was Thomas Hart.For years, that name had meant almost nothing to her. He was simply the man who had left, the man her mother hated, the man who had never returned even when his daughter needed him.But after what her aunt had told her, Thomas no longer felt like a forgotten part of her childhood.There were questions now.Cynthia lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling while her phone rested beside her. After several minutes, she finally picked it up and opened Google.She typed his name and stared at the results. There were several unrelated people with the same name, but nothing that seemed connected to her father. No photograph. No company profile. No news article that mentioned him.Cynthia sighed and dropped the phone onto the mattress.He had disappeared years ago. Why would the internet remember him?Then another thought came to her. Her grandmother's diary. She remembered seeing her father's number written inside it ye

  • Billionaire's Prisoner   My Father.

    Cynthia could barely contain her excitement when she saw Leo sitting near the window. He looked thinner than she remembered, but he was smiling.The moment he saw her, his entire face brightened."Big sis!"Cynthia smiled and hurried toward him."Leo."He stood up carefully, and she immediately reached him and wrapped her arms around him."Easy," she whispered. "You're still recovering.""I'm fine," he said, laughing as she pulled away. "You always worry too much.""Because you always scare me."She touched his cheek and looked at him carefully."Are you really feeling better?""Much better."She smiled with relief."I brought you something."She picked up the large bag she had been carrying and placed it on the table.Leo stared at it."What is that?""Fruits and some of your favorite Snacks."His eyes widened."Thank you,"He grinned."I'm just wondering if my sister became rich while I was in the hospital."Cynthia laughed."Eat properly first. Then you can become suspicious.""I mi

  • Billionaire's Prisoner   Permission

    Cynthia hadn't thought about her father in a long time.For years, she had deliberately pushed him into a corner of her mind where she didn't have to look. Whenever his name came up, it brought nothing but anger, disappointment, and a strange emptiness she couldn't explain.Now, after Damien's questions, she found herself thinking about him again.She tried to remember his face.She couldn't.That realization disturbed her more than she expected.She could remember pieces of her childhood. Her mother's voice. Her grandmother sitting beside her while helping with her homework. Leo as a little boy, always following her around the house. But when she tried to picture her father, there was almost nothing.Perhaps that was what happened when someone left your life so completely.Their memories slowly disappeared with them.Her parents had never been a happy couple. Cynthia remembered the constant arguments from her childhood. Raised voices. Doors closing. Her mother crying quietly when she

  • Billionaire's Prisoner   Your Father 2

    Cynthia stared at the glass in her hand for a moment before deciding to answer.She didn't know why she suddenly wanted to tell him.It wasn't because she trusted him.She certainly didn't feel comfortable enough around him to share the painful parts of her life. In fact, she still felt like she was walking around him carefully, never knowing which version of Damien she would meet.But perhaps that was exactly why she wanted to tell him.He didn't know her past.He didn't know the struggles she had gone through.He didn't know how many nights she had spent worrying about Leo, or how many times she had counted the money in her purse and wondered how she was going to survive another week.And maybe she simply wanted someone to hear it without knowing the people involved."My father is no more," she said quietly.Damien's eyes moved toward her."Is he dead?"Cynthia shook her head."No."She looked down at her hands."He ran away."Damien's expression changed slightly."Before Leo was bo

  • Billionaire's Prisoner   Your father 1

    As Damien quietly admired the Eiffel Tower, Cynthia found herself stealing another glance at him.Something about today felt different.Ever since she had met him, he had always kept his distance. He barely spoke unless it was necessary. Most of the time, he acted as though she was simply another responsibility he had to deal with. Yet today...He had called her.He had asked where she was.And then he had come all the way here.She replayed the conversation in her head.He never said he was passing by.He never said he happened to see her.He simply told her to stay where she was.And ten minutes later, he was sitting beside her.Why? The question refused to leave her mind. She stole another glance at him.His expression remained unreadable as always. He simply watched the people walking beneath the Eiffel Tower, his hands resting in the pockets of his overcoat.It almost looked as if he enjoyed the silence.Or perhaps... He simply enjoyed not being alone.The thought surprised her.N

  • Billionaire's Prisoner   He came

    The next morning, Cynthia slowly opened her eyes as the soft morning sunlight slipped through the enormous glass windows. For a few seconds, she forgot where she was. She was in Paris.She rubbed her sleepy eyes and sat up. Just then she noticed someone standing near the window.Damien.He was already dressed in a perfectly tailored charcoal suit. One hand held his phone while the other buttoned the cuffs of his crisp white shirt. His hair was neatly combed.The morning sunlight fell across his sharp features.He looked up from his phone."Morning."His voice was calm.Cynthia blinked."Good... good morning."She immediately became conscious of how she looked. Her hair was sticking out in every direction after sleeping, and she quickly raised both hands to flatten it."Oh no..."She turned away, trying to hide her face.Damien watched her quietly.For the briefest second, the corner of his lips lifted.Not quite a smile.More like an expression of quiet amusement.Cynthia missed it."I

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