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Poor Heir Millionaire 108 (final)
Being by Jack's side, everything unfolded so quickly that those eight years living as a married couple passed fleetingly before my eyes, leaving me astounded at how swiftly time sometimes flew around us without us even realizing it.Together, we experienced many things, both good and bad. We learned to deal with adversities and be happy even when the world outside was falling apart.We rarely argued, perhaps because we worked long hours each day. However, among those hours, we always found at least a little time to see each other, to share romantic gestures, to share with each other, or simply to love each other.We had bought a beautiful house on the outskirts of Atlanta, where we had everything we needed. There, there was no worry other than enjoying our daily lives intensely, seizing each moment by doing whatever we fancied without any fear.We had all changed quite a bit; we were no longer as young. Each of us had taken our respective paths and had encountered different situations
Poor Heir Millionaire Epilogue
We were a vast family, and no matter where in the universe we found ourselves, we would always return to our cozy home.However, we never imagined that one day Aisha would show up and that it would unleash a little hell as far as Lucila is concerned, Jack, and why not… myself."Mom?" Jack's incredulous tone and his words made me jump. I was feeding little Sara, my 5-month-old baby, when someone knocked on the door, thus revealing the face of my husband's mother.I preferred to go elsewhere and let them talk, while I had to swallow the displeasure of having that harpy back in our midst."Hello, Lucy," I was petrified halfway to my room, and my head almost spun like the girl from The Exorcist, astonished and speechless at the sudden greeting and the changed face of the perpetrator. "That must be your baby…"Her tone faded away, and I was still standing in the middle of the living room, with Jack looking at us like a circus spectacle and the little one starting to cry restlessly in my ar
Poor Heir Millionaire 1
He stood there next to me at the bar, charmingly attending to a group of girls who swooned over his spectacular appearance.I had to admit it, Rhys was the most handsome guy I had met in the past week... well, the only good-looking one who had ever set foot in that stupid and secluded bar.Yes, since I had entered that place, everyone I once thought was attractive suddenly lost their charm. Rhys, if that was indeed his real name – I still had my doubts – had turned my life upside down in just seven days.Unbelievable, right?Not only was his appearance striking – a bit taller than me, with reddish-brown hair and caramel-colored eyes – but his personality was a whirlwind of surprises. He was always smiling despite the difficulties he had mentioned days ago, difficulties I no longer bothered to remember.He was a cheerful guy, as far as I could see, talkative like no other, and a womanizer, a complete charmer.Those were the three things I had observed about him in the past few days, an
Poor Heir Millionaire 2
"Didn't you say you weren't curious?" he purred, and in my silence, he drank the remaining liquid in the glass."I'm just playing along, you're already too drunk.""Of course not!" he muttered very convincingly. "I have nowhere to stay. I've been kicked out of my house, can't practice for various reasons, and I'm practically living on the streets.""It doesn't seem like it.""Well, it's only been a day since my family threw me out.""They must be looking for you, and they'll probably find you soon.""I don't think so. They live far from here.""Where are you from?""I was born kilometers away from this country, so much so that it would surprise you.""So, you come to a decrepit town to pour out your sorrows to a stranger over a disagreement with your family?""A bit, it's nice," he admitted, clumsily taking the new concoction of drinks I offered. "Since we'll never see each other again.""That's for sure."Supposedly, that's how it should have happened, but all the misfortune descende
Poor Heir Millionaire 3
It was the only day off I had after a long month of work, and what I had most wished for during this awaited day was to stay in my bed sleeping.Perhaps on the couch, watching the bad movies on television, or simply doing anything that came to mind. However, it had to be something far from the annoying happiness that emanated from Rhys's aura.Unfortunately, to my dismay, I couldn't do any of what I longed for internally, not even in the slightest. An inventive brown-haired guy with a dazzling smile had woken me up very early to tell me about the plans he had for both of us that day."We're going on a double date," he announced while washing dishes next to me, drying them with a cloth to leave them shining in their respective places."What do you mean 'we'?" I chuckled nervously. "That sounds like a herd to me.""Come on, Lucy!" he muttered with a quite serious expression, leaving me petrified in my place with his sudden change of attitude. "One girl is for me, and she'll bring a frie
Poor Heir Millionaire 4
I immediately turned my face in another direction, quite uncomfortable with his breath."Let her go!" shouted an unruly Rhys, landing a punch before I could defend myself."Bastard!" growled a violent voice behind me, and I heard a dull thud that forced me to turn around, finding a man practically unconscious at my feet.What my eyes witnessed was impressive—Rhys threw punches and kicks left and right at the three friends of the thief.For a moment, I thought he would emerge victorious from this monumental battle. However, seeing them slowly cornering him with their strength, leaving him exhausted and defenseless, I couldn't stay still, especially knowing they would seriously hurt him in a matter of seconds.Without even enough time to hesitate about whether I should help him or not, I jumped onto the fattest of them and bit his shoulder, making him scream in pain.Rhys smiled at me satisfied before immediately continuing his fight, while I kept hurting the chubby one beneath me, who
Poor Heir Millionaire 5
His eyes sought something I couldn't even comprehend; he wanted answers I couldn't give him because, at that moment, I didn't even know them myself."Why not?""I couldn't.""It's none of my business what you do or don't do with your life, Jack.""But you seem very angry, Lucy," he said, crestfallen, indicating that he hadn't achieved his goal due to my emotional state."I always am," I sighed, rolling my eyes."If you're jealous, you can tell me.”"Good night!" I murmured amidst laughter.That last thing I had said seemed so silly at the time, but if I thought about it more deeply and tied up all the loose ends, maybe it was a bit true, but I didn't even understand it.I couldn't decipher my emotions because my mind was a sea of tangles I preferred not to give much importance to since they weren't useful to me at any moment.That night I dreamt the same thing over and over again. His hands roamed my body despite my pleas; his lips invaded mine even when I pushed him far away from me.
Poor Heir Millionaire 6
I waited, what felt like an eternity, amid thick tears, while the noises grew louder around me. The branches rustled with the wind, accompanying their movement with distant, raucous laughter and those voices that slowly merged into one—his cursed voice.I felt a piercing pain in my leg, but I didn't bother checking if I had hurt myself in the fall. I desperately wanted to protect myself, as I only feared him, and Jack wasn't there to save me from that nightmare. So, I curled up, embracing my trembling body, as if doing so would be of any use.I whispered thousands of nonsensical things; I wanted him to leave, but the more I wished, the closer his voice seemed to approach.He was there behind me; I could sense him without needing to turn around. I didn't want him to touch me, but he would, he would do everything I didn't want because he would force me to, because that's who he was."Lucy!" Jack called, standing in front of me, illuminating me from head to toe with his flashlight. "Wh
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