Billionaire's game #1: The Millionaire's Matchmaking

I fell out of bed because of how much I was tossing and turning in my sleep. I ended up clutching my hip, nursing the pain. "Shit," I muttered softly as I struggled to stand, still holding my hip. When I looked up and saw the time, my eyes widened, and I immediately ran to the bathroom. "Fuck!" I cursed loudly and quickly showered, barely getting myself wet. I didn't even bother to grab a towel to wrap around my body. I ran back to my room naked to put on my uniform. There's no one else in my apartment but me. I'm sure there are no CCTV cameras either. I'm also sure no one is peeking through any holes in the walls since the apartment is made of cement. Sometimes, I even sleep in just my panties. It's really comfortable. In less than 20 minutes, I ran out of the building and sprinted to catch a jeepney that was just starting to move. Luckily, I wasn't late for the ride. It's really hard to catch a jeepney near my apartment sometimes. Why am I always late, anyway? I walked and ran u

It took only a few minutes before we arrived outside the venue. It was a multi-story hotel, one of the most expensive in the country. From what I know, the hotel's name frequently appeared on television and in articles. I looked out the window, scanning the area until I saw a crowd gathered at the entrance. Almost everyone was in formal attire, with a few paparazzi stationed outside. I wanted to know more details about the event I was attending—or rather, the one I was signed up for—but Shena didn’t provide much information. She just said it was a normal event. Even though I had my doubts, I still came because the event was well-known. Unfortunately, that was all I knew. There were no additional details to satisfy my curiosity. The driver opened the car door, and at that moment, I felt a rush of anxiety. I couldn’t keep calm until this event was over. Why did I even come? I've probably regretted my decision many times. Like, maybe a hundred times. “Thank you, sir,” I said to t

I scratched my head as I stared at the reviewer I was holding after the exam. I still couldn't get over the answers I wrote earlier. "I feel like number 22 is really wrong," I insisted while carefully reading the highlighted part. I flipped the page and checked the other words indicated in the notebook. My pen brushed against my lips as I focused on it. Someone tapped me on the shoulder, but I ignored it. It might just be my male classmates playing a prank on me again. I was still sitting in my usual seat. It was probably around four in the afternoon because I could feel the heat outside. I could also hear the noise of students. Someone tapped me again, but this time, twice. I frowned and turned around. A guy was standing beside me. He was in uniform, but it was obvious he wasn't from my department because of the color of his ID string. He had glasses, messy hair, and was holding a sketchpad. "Oh? Who are you?" I asked. His cheeks turned red. He couldn't even look at me d

"Girl!” Shena shouted when she saw me walk past her on the pathway leading to her condo. She quickly ran up to me, blocking my way so I couldn’t go any further. She crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow, clearly demanding an explanation. She must’ve seen everything from her condo window. I knew she’d noticed us waiting down there for me. I sighed and scratched my head. “What? Can I at least come inside first?” I grumbled. She rolled her eyes dramatically and dragged me into her condo. I didn’t bother resisting and just let her pull me. She only let go when we were inside the living room. I was about to sit down when I was bombarded with a string of questions. “Who was that? What were you doing all night? What are you wearing? Do you even realize what you're dressed in? Is he your boyfriend? Why didn’t you update me?! Don’t tell me you’re keeping things like this from me now! What the hell, Isabella, you’re acting like an alien that just dropped from the sky and doesn’t know me an

I stared at my reflection in the mirror and let out a sigh. I was having second thoughts about whether I made the right choice, but in reality, I didn't have much of a choice from the beginning. What I couldn't understand was why Alex wanted to get to know me. He's known for dating younger women, and now I'm one of them. Based on what I've heard, if the person they were referring to was indeed Alex, his ex-wife wanted him back. Maybe he wanted to make his wife jealous or vice versa? I sighed again. I didn't really care about all of that drama; I just wanted this to be over. If his ex-wife was crazy, that's not my problem. All I cared about was fulfilling the contract without any complications. I left the comfort room and headed to the parking area. It was only now that I noticed it was getting dark. We had been inside with Alex for hours, and it seemed like the mall was about to close. When I reached the parking area, I spotted Alex's car with its lights still on. I smiled, thinkin