My Paradise With Mr.Billionaire

"How could you do this to me?" I yelled, my body trembling with uncontrollable My boyfriend jumped away from the girl he had been holding, rushing to cover up himself. Tears began to well up in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I turned to the girl he was having sex with a moment ago and froze, staring at her for a long time, hoping my eyes were playing tricks on me. "You… you’re cheating on me with your sister! That is disgusting!" I scrunched my face in disbelief. I couldn’t believe what I was witnessing, the love of my life, the person with whom I had planned my future, was cheating on me with his sister, of all people. "How stupid can you be? I am not his sister!" Anastasia said with a smug smile. She laughed wickedly as she snuggled deeper into the bed, the bed I had shared with David for the past two years. "What do you mean you’re not his sister? You've been acting like it for the past six years! Someone better start talking before I lose my cool and explode!" I said

"Am I even here right now or is this just a dream?" I think silently to myself. I did not expect the day to end up like this. Believe me, I had many expectations for how the day would end — like us going to a romantic dinner, seeing a movie, and making out in the back of the theater like teenagers. Maybe we would just make dinner and cuddle on our couch with a mug of hot chocolate in hand, or even end the day in our bedroom making love. The last scenario was my favorite because, after four years, I felt that I was finally ready to give up that part of myself. I feel like a failure because our relationship was nearly ruined by my fear and insecurities that always stopped me from going further, which led to problems. Every time I forced myself to think that I was ready and took the initiative to kiss him, he never really asked if I was ready. Maybe he thought I felt ready, or maybe he was always just blinded by lust. But when I pulled away before we could go any further, the cycle of

"Finally, you are awake. I have been waiting for you to open your eyes," a soft voice gently breaks through the fog of my mind, gradually clearing the blurriness surrounding me.As my vision sharpens, I begin to discern the sterile, white ceiling above me, its stark brightness contrasting with the chaotic thoughts swirling in my head."So, it was all just a dream," I muse, a wave of relief washing over me. "Thank God I don't have to relive that nightmare." The darkness of my recent memories lingers, still haunting the edges of my consciousness.As I struggle to piece together what has just transpired, a torrent of questions floods my mind. Where am I? How did I end up here?"Oh, honey, don't cry," the voice chimes again, and I strain to identify the speaker. My eyes dart around the room, but I cannot recognize the face before me. I fumble in my recollections, trying desperately to make sense of this unfamiliar presence."You poor girl, let me help you," the tender voice continues. I h

"Are you going to tell me now?" I ask Denise as she wheels me to the hospital discharge area, humming Sugar by Maroon 5. "Okay, I will tell you. Your—" "Why are we passing the hospital checkout?" I interrupt, forgetting what she was about to say. "Well, that's the good news." "What do you mean?" I ask as she pushes me toward the exit, unexpectedly guiding me to my car. It looks like it wasn't hit by another car at all; it seems even better than it was before. "Your prince charming paid your hospital bills and brought your car here," she says with a giant smile. "What do you mean he paid my hospital bills? How could you let him do that? He doesn't even know me!" I say, my voice a mix of disbelief and anger as I glare at her. She bursts into a fit of laughter, her eyes sparkling with delight, as if floating away into a daydream. "Isn't that just so romantic? He even brought your car here!" she replies, her gaze drifting dreamily toward the ceiling as if envisioning a fairytale. I

I stared at Mia in disbelief. "So, you're telling me that you didn't actually know anything? You just assumed something was wrong and decided to freak me out?" I asked, trying to keep my tone light. Mia nodded sheepishly, inching away from me as if she were anticipating my reaction. "I guess so. I just didn’t want you to be caught off guard," she admitted. I sighed, rubbing my temples to ease the tension building within me. "Mia, you’re my best friend, but sometimes your antics drive me crazy. Can’t you just let me deal with my own problems for once?" As my words hung in the air, Mia’s expression fell, hurt evident on her face. "I was just trying to help, Alex. I didn’t mean to stress you out," she replied softly. Feeling guilty, I got up and wrapped her in a hug. "I know, Mia. And I appreciate it. It's just... this thing with Mr. Gregory has me really spooked. I don’t know what he wants, but I have a bad feeling about it." Mia’s expression turned serious as she nodded in support.