The Billionaire and the Unwanted Heiress

Lila's POV The whole apartment was filled with so much smoke that I could barely see. “Mother? Elena?” I called out in a trembling tone, but no response was heard.I don't want to believe what is running through my mind with the sight before me“Where are you mother?” I cried as I struggled to fight my way through the room.The house only responded back in a heartbreaking silence.I haven't seen mum or Elena as the smoke continued to threaten my vision. But I desperately manoeuvred through the smoke-filled room, down to the kitchen which happened to be the source of the whole smoke. The food in the pot was completely burned down, and the pot damaged.I managed to turn off the cooker that had caused the mayhem, thankful that the house wasn't on fire just yet. I dashed back to the living room when I heard my mum break into a fit of cough. “Li...la.,” she drawled weakly.“I'm here mum,” I responded, tracing her sound and rushing toward her, only to see that she had fallen off her whe

Damian's POVI reclined in my seat, tapping the table gently with my pen in a rhythmic sequence while I waited for my personal computer to boot successfully. Suddenly, there was a knock on my door and I looked up, remembering that I sent my secretary, who is also my Personal assistant, to get me some files. “Yes, come in,” I echoed. The door creaked open to reveal Valerie in her usual smart dress as she strode towards me with a warm smile. Most of my staff barely look up to my face until I ask them to, and I enjoy the feeling I get from their absolute submission to me. Being my personal assistant, and a competent one at that, I'm a tad lenient with Valerie compared to others. I hate clumsy people. Only people who are smart and consummate like her can work well with me. Even though I won't tolerate any overfamiliarity, I allow her to be a bit free with me at work. Now that I watched her stride towards me with that graceful smile again, it seemed to me as though there's something

Damian's POV I knew it. I knew that guy was a maniac. Despite the pain he's going through as he cannot even manage to lift his leg from the nail that went deep into his feet yet, he still managed to snatch the knife from her.He is now attempting to cut her with the knife he's holding with one hand while he holds her leg with his other hand. She was lucky I reached there just in time as my shoe landed heavily on his face and he let out another loud yelp, releasing his grip on her before crushing to the ground. I was approaching the final exit of the abandoned building when suddenly, the waitress ran past me. “What was that for?” I asked. “I thought you wanted to babysit him some moments ago.”‘Oh please! I've learnt my lesson. Don't throw it in my face,” she gawked at me whilst still panting from the run. “Thank you for saving me,” she said, her genuineness leaking into her voice. I simply nodded and I watched her turn to leave.“How would you get a cab by this time of the ni

Lila's POV After what felt like a lifetime, I finally got home. I couldn't contain my joy, seeing that mum is looking better now. She had been taking her medications well. I couldn't even bring myself to tell her about the things that that stranger said when I was enroute to the house. I just concealed everything because I didn't want to spoil her good mood. Even though her leg gives her pain and she can't walk until she gets her surgery done, she wears a smile almost all the time. A smile that attempts to hide her pain sometimes because she never wants me to get worried about her. But I see through the pain she tries to hide from me. While I can only afford her medications with the work I do for now, I'm still trying to figure out how I'll get the money she needs for her surgery. “Are you okay, Lila?” mum asked me. She must have noticed that I was a tad absent minded.“Oh, sure mum,” I replied with a bright smile. “I'm just happy to see that you are feeling better, compared to

Damian's POVMy life has been so boring ever since I lost Diana two years ago. I mostly followed the work-home-work routine all my life. The vacuum she had left is still very much present. Sitting in the back seat of my car as my driver drove me home, I just remained silent, tired from the long day at work. Suddenly, my phone vibrated in my pocket and as I brought It out, the name Valerie popped up on my screen. She had just sent me a text, and I wondered what's in there. Ever since I shouted at her in my office the other day, she had learned to compose herself better and even became more formal with me. I don't see her like she's trying to seduce me anymore. But I still wondered what she wanted to tell me that she couldn't wait until tomorrow. Without wasting time, I opened the message and it read, “Hello Boss, I told you in the morning about the meeting you have with Monroe Corporation tomorrow but I thought to remind you again tonight so you won't forget. Good night.”I would ha