That Night With The Billionaire

Chapter 1: The Weight of the World Janine Pascua had learned to carry the weight of her world on her narrow shoulders long before she was ready. Ever since her father died in a construction accident four years ago, she had become the sole provider for her family. She was just twenty-one, but life had forced her to grow up too fast. Her mother, once a vibrant woman full of laughter and warmth, was now a fragile shell bound by medication and fatigue. After a mild stroke, her condition worsened. Daily maintenance meds were essential, but even walking across the room left her winded. Janine never blamed her—she just worked harder. She had two younger siblings: Kyle, who was in his final year of university, and Sheila, still in high school. They were her reasons for pushing through every exhausting shift and sleepless night. Janine juggled jobs like a magician—waitressing in the morning, clerical work in the afternoon, and sometimes selling handmade crafts online just to make ends meet.

Chapter 3: ComplicationsTheo stilled, muscles locked in place, breath sharp as he stared down at the woman beneath him.A virgin.He hadn't expected that. Didn't want that.This was supposed to be simple—a release, a night of anonymous pleasure in a club built to protect secrets. Yet now, his body was buried deep in her, and the proof of her innocence clung to him.His jaw tightened. “Damn it,” he muttered under his breath, the anger rising fast and hot.He didn’t do virgins. He didn’t do complicated.But Janine didn’t say a word. Her eyes were half-closed, lashes damp with unshed tears, her face turned away. She was breathing in shallow gasps, her lips red and swollen, the mask still clinging to her cheeks. Her makeup was smudged, hair tangled from his grip, and she looked like temptation molded from silk and shame.Beautiful. Wild. Unprepared.Theo swore again and began to pull back.“I’m done,” he said coldly, trying to detach from the heat still coiling in his core.But before he

Chapter 5: The Weight and the WhispersJanine walked briskly through the hospital corridor, her legs still sore, every step a sharp reminder of what she had done the night before. But she forced herself to move, to stay composed, to keep breathing. She clutched her sling bag tightly to her chest, the envelope inside carrying the money that cost her far more than she ever expected.She reached the billing counter and handed over ₱50,000 in cash.The woman behind the glass looked up at her in surprise. “You’re covering half the outstanding bill?”Janine nodded. “Yes. That’s all I can do for now.”The nurse hesitated, then gave a small smile. “It’s a big help but there is still a remaining bill. We’ll keep your mother in care and continue the medication. But…”“I know,” Janine interrupted softly. “It’s not enough. I’ll work it out.”She didn’t wait to hear more. She just turned and made her way to her mother’s room.Inside, the beeping of the monitor was steady. Her mother lay pale and m

Chapter 7: Shadows of RecognitionTheo wasn’t the type of man who chased after women.He didn’t have to. Women came to him, clung to him, tried to stay in his orbit like moths to flame. But now, with a half-finished glass of scotch on the table and the echo of a broken wine bottle still in his ears, he found himself standing, pulse alert, and instincts sharpened.That waitress—he knew that body. The shape of her eyes. The tension in her breath when she looked at him.It had to be her.He stepped out of the room, scanning the hallway. It was empty. Too quiet. He moved with quiet precision, checking corners, glancing into the stairwell. But she had vanished like smoke.“Dammit,” he muttered under his breath.He wasn’t giving up that easily.---Janine’s fingers trembled as she tried to screw the wine cap back on. Her chest rose and fell quickly. The cold air from the wine storage room should’ve cooled her nerves, but instead, it only amplified her fear.Why is he here?Why is he looking

Chapter 9: On the BrinkThe clock ticked past midnight.Janine trudged into their small apartment with aching legs and tired eyes. Her shirt clung to her skin, damp from the long shift at the café. She dropped her bag onto the floor with a soft thud and leaned against the wall, just for a second. Her breath hitched, and her head pounded again.She barely noticed Kyle peek from the bedroom door.“Ate… you’re home,” he said softly.“Yeah,” she forced a smile. “Go back to sleep. I’ll just rest a bit.”“You haven’t rested in days.”She ignored the worry in his voice, the way his eyes scanned her face like looking for cracks.“I’m fine, Kyle. Don’t worry.”"Yes, Kyle. I'm totally fine, stop being stubborn and sleep you have class tomorrow, right?" "Okay Ate..Of you say so but please rest take care of yourself, okay?""Okay, Papa got it" she jokes.But she wasn’t fine.She hadn’t been for days.With barely three hours of sleep between shifts, she’d been surviving on caffeine and sheer will