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Chapter 1: Disowned Heir
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02.12.2025 11:03:25The clink of crystal glasses, the hum of violins, and the endless chatter of the city’s elite—it was just another Friday night at the Grand Regent Hotel.
Julia Bailey balanced a silver tray of champagne flutes against her hip, weaving through a sea of tuxedos and glittering gowns. Her feet ached from twelve hours of double shifts, but she kept her smile in place. Tips were good tonight. Rent was due tomorrow. Survival didn’t wait for exhaustion.
“Careful, sweetheart,” a banker sneered as she passed, his hand brushing far too close to her waist.
Julia shifted away, jaw tightening. Same story. Different night.
She was just about to slip behind the velvet curtain toward the staff area when raised voices cut through the music.
“Enough, Brandon!”
Julia’s head lifted on instinct.
The source was hard to miss—a man in his late twenties, tall and broad-shouldered, his tuxedo undone like he’d crawled out of a whiskey bottle. Dark hair fell into his eyes, a crooked grin tugging at his lips. Arrogant. Reckless.
Across from him stood an older man, cold and immaculate in a tailored suit. His voice carried like a gavel striking wood.
“You’re finished. From this moment, you are no longer my son.”
The crowd gasped.
Phones rose. Cameras flashed. In a room full of predators, blood had just been spilled.
Julia froze, the glasses on her tray rattling.
The younger man—Brandon Hughes, if the whispers were right—laughed, sharp and bitter. “You’ve been waiting for this moment, haven’t you? Tossing me out like trash so you can polish your precious company image.”
Mr. Hughes’s glare could have frozen fire. “Trash doesn’t belong in my family. Consider this your last night as my son.”
Someone bumped into Julia’s shoulder.
Champagne sloshed dangerously close to the rim. Her heart jumped, and she tightened her grip, eyes darting to make sure nothing spilled. A mistake here meant docked pay—maybe worse.
“Watch it,” she muttered, already scanning the crowd for her manager.
By the time she looked up again, the older man was gone.
The argument was over.
In its place remained a mess—raised voices fading into whispers, the younger man standing alone beneath the chandeliers, surrounded by flashing screens and hungry stares.
Whatever had just happened, it wasn’t her problem.
Brandon grabbed a glass from a nearby table, downed it in one swallow, and slammed it down with a reckless grin. “Ladies and gentlemen, drink up! Consider this my last round on the house!”
Laughter rippled through the ballroom. Some clapped. Some sneered. Most just filmed.
Julia didn’t stay to watch.
She turned away, slipping back toward the staff area, already counting tables in her head. Rich people fought. Rich people fell. None of it paid her rent.
By midnight, the ballroom was nearly empty. Julia stacked trays in the kitchen, exhaustion dragging at her bones. One more shift tomorrow, she told herself. Just one more, and maybe she’d scrape enough together.
“Bailey!” her manager barked. “Clean up the mess at the bar before you leave.”
Julia sighed, tightening her apron.
The bar looked like a war zone—spilled whiskey, broken glass, napkins scattered like confetti. At the center of it all sat the same man from earlier, slumped against the counter, a bottle dangling loosely from his hand.
Brandon Hughes.
Julia stiffened. Just her luck.
“Bar’s closed,” she muttered, grabbing a cloth.
Brandon blinked up at her, bloodshot eyes strangely sharp. A lazy grin curved his mouth. “Angel. Finally.”
She arched a brow. “Do I look like an angel to you?”
“You saved me,” he slurred. “Back there… you didn’t laugh. Everyone else did.”
Julia snorted. “Don’t flatter yourself. I don’t have time to laugh at spoiled heirs.”
He laughed, but the sound cracked halfway. “Spoiled heir. That’s me. Or… was me.”
She scrubbed the counter harder, ignoring him.
Suddenly, his hand shot out, grabbing her wrist. “What’s your name?”
She jerked free. “None of your business.”
“Everything about you is my business,” he murmured, leaning closer. “Because right now… you’re the only person in this city who’s looked at me like I’m human.”
Her breath hitched—then irritation snapped it away. Smooth talk. She’d heard it all before.
“Go sleep it off,” she said flatly. “And stay out of my way. Some of us actually work for a living.”
She turned to leave.
The crash came first—the bottle shattering against the floor. Then her manager’s furious shout.
“Julia! You’re fired! Do you know who that is?!”
Her blood went cold.
She spun around to find Brandon spreading his hands, offering a sheepish grin like an apology he didn’t mean.
Julia’s fingers curled into fists.
This man had just cost her the one paycheck she desperately needed.
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An hour later, rain slicked the streets as Julia trudged toward her shabby apartment. Her uniform clung to her skin, stained with whiskey and humiliation.
Uneven footsteps echoed behind her.
She glanced back—and nearly groaned.
Brandon staggered after her, tuxedo jacket hanging open, hair plastered to his forehead like a lost puppy who didn’t know when to quit.
“You,” she snapped. “Why are you following me?”
“Because you’re… interesting,” he said, grinning crookedly.
“Try annoying.”
He lifted a finger as if to argue—then swayed. “Annoying angel. My savior.”
His knees buckled.
Julia cursed, lunging forward just in time to catch him. His weight dragged her down, breath punching from her lungs.
She should’ve let go.
But when she looked at his face—tired, stripped bare of arrogance—something in her chest hesitated.
“Damn it,” she muttered, hauling him upright. “You’re not my problem.”
Still, she half-dragged, half-carried him toward her building.
By the time she shoved him onto her couch, she was soaked and shaking.
Brandon murmured something in his sleep. “Julia…”
Her heart jolted.
“How do you—”
But he was already out cold, breathing deep and even.
Julia stood there, rain dripping onto the floor, fists clenched at her sides.
He’d gotten her fired. Humiliated her. And now he lay in her apartment like he belonged there.
She wanted him gone.
She needed him gone.
And yet…
Her gaze lingered on him, a faint frown tugging at her lips.
Spoiled heir or not, he looked like a man with nothing left.
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