The Billionaire's Caregiver

“Mr. Harper,” Leah called out steadily.Jeremy turned around swiftly and Leah saw him face to face for the first time. Yes, people had described him to be very wealthy and commanding and good looking, but no one ever described how he looked perfectly. Pictures of him on billboards didn't even do justice. This man was dripping in finesse.“How can one man be this good-looking?” Leah wondered.“Leo, is it?” Jeremy asked, his piercing blue eyes scanning her from head to toe. He was a very classic man.Leah swallowed her nerves, deepened her voice and answered, “yes, sir.”“You start tomorrow,” he said, dismissing her with a wave of his hand.Leah almost skipped out of the mansion. She'd done it. The job was hers.On reaching home, she saw that her mother had been discharged, and it was Noah who had taken care of the hospital bills. Her mother had been in a myasthenic crisis but was doing better after receiving treatment at the hospital. She only had to keep taking her medication, avoid

Jeremy seemed to be watching Leah closely after the previous night and Leah could feel it. She became extremely careful. She had told herself that whether she was alone or not, as long as she was in the mansion, she was “Leo.”She did her work swiftly and avoided him like a plague. She couldn't risk getting caught. Her life depended on retaining that job and getting her monthly salary.Thankfully, a month flew by, and payday arrived.She received her salary and got a bonus too. Her boss wasn't so bad, after all.Her once-a-month weekend leave had arrived, and she was eager to go home and be herself again.“Mama, how have you been?” She greeted her mother, kissing her cheeks.Her siblings, Keira and Ivan, welcomed her warmly, arguing over who would carry the groceries she brought. Their playful bickering made Leah and their mother laugh.Leah cooked Noah's favorite dish, porridge, and invited him over. “Noah, I appreciate all that you do for me. You're more like a brother to me than a

Jeremy made arrangements for Leah to go shopping and get classy dresses befitting of her new status as his wife.It was all mixed feelings for Leah. She was anxious and excited. This was a good offer. At the end of the six month contract, she'd have saved enough to change her family's story for good. She hadn't even told anyone about the new development. She would surely tell her mom and her best buddy, Noah.The car pulled up to a luxurious spa, where Leah was treated to a full-body massage, facial treatments, and even a manicure. Afterward, the driver drove them to a high-end beauty salon where her hair was styled into soft waves that cascaded down her back. By the time they reached the boutique, Leah barely recognized herself in the mirror.She tried on several dresses, each more elegant than the last. Jeremy, seated in his wheelchair, watched silently, his eyes narrowing with every outfit she modeled. His gaze wasn't one of criticism but of astonishment. Leah, in all her understa

Jeremy had missed several therapy sessions. He felt they were useless. He had in fact given up hope of ever walking again. That accident broke him. It changed the whole existence of his being. There was no such thing as unconditional love. If there was, Sarah would have stuck with him and supported him.Sarah’s departure had left a wound deeper than the physical scars on his body. It was the kind of hurt that ate away at his soul.He was hurt. He had no one. Only Maggie had stayed with him, yet, for some reason, he resented her.He cared about her. He didn't want her to be homeless or anything of that sort, but he didn't appreciate her trying to act like a mother to him.He had no one, and that was fine. He was fearless and feared. He had built a fortress around himself, a wall too high and too thick for anyone to climb. He commanded authority. He was alone now, but not lonely. He liked it like that.That morning, he had an appointment with his orthopedic doctor, but it didn’t matter

Leah kept acting weird the next couple of days. she looked at Jeremy with softer eyes, as though seeing a man beyond the scars and bitterness; a kind, fine man. She served his meals specially. She ensured he took his medications and went for his therapy sessions. She cared for him, and he let her.Maggie, who had been observing Leah keenly, decided to bring it up. The opportunity came on a bright Friday morning while Leah was in the kitchen, humming softly as she made coffee. Maggie stepped in, leaned against the counter, and crossed her arms, her eyes twinkling with curiosity.“You care so much for him, huh?” Maggie said, her voice teasing.Leah squeezed her forehead, wondering where Maggie was heading to.“Don't we all care for him? He's been through so much,” Leah replied casually.“Mmm. We all do. But you care for him specially, don't you?” Maggie insisted.“Well…I'm his caregiver, I mean. If I don't care for him, who will?” Leah said, leaving a wry smile as she poured a cup of co