Cheated on, Claimed by a Billionaire

Nina's POV I was watching a movie when Zoe’s call flashed across my screen. I hate it when I'm disturbed while watching a movie, especially my favorite, MY DEMON. This is a popular Korean movie that just came out, and I'm literally glued to my phone. A second later, she called again. And again. With an irritated sigh, I finally answered. “Hey, you finally picked, asshole,” Zoe’s voice burst through the speaker. I rolled my eyes. “Why are you calling? I’m watching a movie, and you know how much I hate interruptions.” “It’s urgent,” she said immediately. “I need you to come to the Bellamont Hotel right now. There’s something I need to show you.” Her tone made my stomach tighten. Zoe and I have been best friends since childhood. I knew her well enough to understand one thing—if she called more than three times, something was seriously wrong. Was she in trouble? Without wasting another second, I jumped off my bed and grabbed my sweater. I quickly changed into a pair

Nina's POV“Another one, please.”The bartender refilled my glass with whiskey, and I swallowed it in one gulp. I winced as the alcohol burned down my throat and settled heavily in my stomach.I slammed the empty glass onto the counter.“One more!”The bar was loud, filled with neon lights, heavy bass, and people pretending they weren’t exhausted with life.I sat on a high stool with my third… or maybe fourth glass of whiskey in front of me. The ice had melted to nothing. My phone was face down on the counter.My engagement ring rested inside my jacket pocket like a stone too heavy to throw away.Around me, people laughed. Someone was doing karaoke badly in the corner. Normal life. Normal pain. Just not mine.I picked up the glass, the cheap tumbler cold against my fingers. My hand shook, but I steadied it by staring at the amber liquid until the room stopped spinning.“Hey!” My voice came out louder than I meant, cutting through the noise. A few heads turned. The bartender raised an e

Nina's POV Zoe usually wakes me up with breakfast. Actually, it’s the aroma of the food that always pulls me out of sleep before anything else, and today was no different. I opened my eyes and saw a plate of breakfast waiting on the table beside the bed. Zoe wasn’t in the room, so I quickly got up and went to freshen up. Today, I planned to visit my father and finally sort things out with him. I just prayed it would work out in my favor. I walked out of the bathroom with damp hair, wrapped in a white towel. Zoe stood in front of the mirror adjusting her wristwatch. “Good morning, babe,” I greeted as I walked in. “Good morning, sweetheart,” she replied, not sparing me a glance, but I could see the smile on her face through the mirror. “I’m already late for work,” she said, turning in my direction. I was applying lotion to my skin while listening to her. She walked toward me and gently patted my shoulder. “Make sure you work things out with your father,” she said whi

Nina's POV The hospital room smelled of antiseptic and weak tea. Finn lay asleep in the small bed by the window, his tiny hand curled around the edge of the oxygen monitor. His skin was paler than it had been the week before. Purple-and-yellow bruises mottled his ankle from a bump he shouldn't have bruised so badly from. It had been four years since I gave birth to my triplets and five years since I arrived in the United States. Dr. Patel pulled a chair closer to my bedside and sat down. She didn't open Finn's medical chart immediately. "Nina," she began gently, using the name on my file. "I have the results of Finn's genetic panel." I sat up straighter, the blanket slipping from my shoulders. Only Dr. Patel, Finn, and I were in the room. My other two children were with Dr. Daniel, the doctor who had discovered my pregnancy five years ago. "It's called Paternal-Linked Thymosin Deficiency, or PLTD," Dr. Patel explained. "It's extremely rare. We've documented only about

Nina's POV It was already 1:45 p.m., and I still hadn't found a job. I was exhausted and frustrated. Every interview ended the same way. Either they said I was overqualified for the position and they couldn't afford to pay me, or they claimed they weren't hiring anymore. Five rejections in one day. I was already on the verge of giving up. Then I remembered Finn. He needed his medication, and I needed money to keep paying for his treatment while I searched for his father. I wasn't the only one responsible for bringing those children into this world, yet I was the only one carrying the burden. Sometimes I regretted that night more than anything. If it had never happened, Finn wouldn't be suffering. I quickly wiped away my tears and turned to leave when a signboard caught my attention. CLEANER WANTED Salary: $30,000 per month My eyes widened. Thirty thousand dollars? At this point, the position didn't matter anymore. What was wrong with working as a cleane