บททั้งหมดของ Sold to the Billionaire : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Another day, another tussle, Maisse thought as she dusted her coat and placed it on the book behind the door. This was the third month she was working for Ms. Simmons and she was already getting tired of her complains and naggings. Ms.Simmons was always complaining, Maisse figured out it was why her employees never lasted more than a month. It was always one thing or another."Maisse! You did not dust the trinket!" Ms.Simmons squeeky voice would be heard through her office door. "Young girl, the books are not well arranged! And I need my coffee, right now." The voice would shout again.Maisse was tired of being shouted at. She had wanted to quit within the first month but could not because of the situation at home. She needed the job for her family. Emily and Emmy, the twins, needed to stay in school and their father could not do that. In fact, he did not care about any of them. The last time Maisse had talked, really talked to her father was when they had bumped into each other at t

Maisse was very late. Emmy had been sick the whole night and she had had to rush her to the nearest hospital. She was sleepy and tired but she could not fail to report to work. It was better to be late than to miss work. She knew Ms. Simmons was already clocked and she was ready for the tongue lash she was about to get.Fortunately Ms. Simmons was not yet there. The store still had the 'closed' sign. She sighed in relief. She shuffled through her bag to find the key, it was not there. Today was not her day. First she was late by an hour, now she could not find the key. Her boss was going to swallow her alive.Having no other choice, she decided to wait for Ms. Simmons rather than go back to the apartment to get the key. It would take her a lot of time and money she did not have. Her finances were stretched as she had used part of her savings to take Emmy to the hospital. She had also been forced to hire a babysitter because she could not leave the twins alone in the apartment.She had

Maisse wiped her tears as she got to Vik's apartment. She did not want him to see her crying. She just hoped that he was still inside and had not gone job searching. She had thought so hard while walking and had decided not to home while stressed. She was of no use to the girls with tears streaming down her face and an incoming headache. She would sleep at Vik's house for a while before going back home. Maybe the rest would be of help to her churning mind.She reached Vik's door and was lifting her left hand to knock when the door opened revealing Vik."I saw you through the window. Come on in." Vik ushered her in.Maisse was too stressed to remember that Vik saw everyone that came and left; his window was directly opposite the apartment entrance."Can I get some water please?" Maisse asked politely."Of course. Feel at home. You are always welcome here." Vik opened the fridge and took out a bottle of water.He took out a glass from the cabinet and poured water on it before giving i

Maisse had to go home now. Old Prisley had assured her of a job and she was sure he was not going to fail. If anything he would personally take them to meet the buyer. He was that kind and compassionate. Maisse was lucky to have him.Old Prisley had given her some foodstuff to take home. She was so grateful she almost cried. She hugged her for so long as she was filled with immense gratitude."Thank you very much. I don't know how to repay you." She said before wiping away a lone tear that had escaped her eyes. She had been feeling very defeated before coming here. Now her heart felt at peace, albeit momentarily. She was going to bask in this little peace because she knew it was going to crumble soon. She shook her head so hard when thoughts of marriage started escaping through the door she had closed in her brain."Anytime my dear. Just make sure you come visit me during the weekends. My wife and I would love to host you every weekend if possible." Old Prisley said as he patted her

The hospital visit had had me in all sorts of moods. I wished Sir Bronton would wake up and tell me that all was going to be alright. I did not expect him to live forever, we were just mere human beings after all, I just needed him to stay a little bit longer. Was that too much to ask? If he died then I was going to be left with no one. When you are rich like I was, most people believed that you could never be lonely-what with the throng of people depending and following you around. That was far from the truth in my situation; there were people around me but there was no one with me. I was always alone, save for my grandpa. And because I did not like showing vulnerability, I never let people see that. I braved it like the big boy that I was. But now that my favourite human was on his death bed, I was starting to feel the loneliness start to creep in. It did not matter that there were people in the mansion and companies working for me, I was still lonely. Me barely talking to my former