บททั้งหมดของ The Ruthless Billionaire Babysits Me (English): บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Five Years Ago . . . PROLOGUE ✿♡ JAZZLENE ♡✿"Jazzlene! Jazzlene, wait!"I sprinted through the familiar paths, tears blurring my vision. Somehow, I managed to avoid stumbling, guided by instinct down these well-trodden routes."Jazzlene!"Still, I refused to halt. My feet pounded the ground relentlessly. I couldn't bear to face him, to confront the pain that seared through me. Was this the reason I hadn't been invited to Jenna's birthday party?Jenna, my best friend—or rather, she used to be. Starting today, I couldn't even bring myself to look at her. We're both fifteen, friends for five years, along with Sheena and Abigail. They weren't just friends; they were family. Especially Jenna. She had been like an older sister to me. So today, on her sixteenth birthday, I wondered why she hadn't extended an invitation to me.Last week, my friends Abigail, Sheena, and I discussed Jenna's upcoming birthday. She had mentioned that she wouldn't be having a party since her parents were still i

✧ADAM MEADOWS✧ADAM Meadows. My intuition was right. He was the one picking me up. Now I wasn’t sure if I should go with him or muster the courage to return to the hotel. Because he wasn't an 'I'll-do-my-buddy-a-favor-and-pick-his-sister-up type of guy. He was a look-at-me-wrong-or-say-anything-to-me-I-don't-like-and-I'll-kill-you-with-my-hands kinda guy, and he's doing it looking so calm and gorgeous you wouldn't notice your world crashing down.I looked down briefly at my dirty feet since I was barefoot when I came here. I swiped my tongue over my dry lips as the passenger seat window rolled down."Get in." His voice wasn't loud, nor was it angry. It was just loud enough for me to hear. "Or do you want me to open the door for you?" His tone was so cold that I felt my body freeze.Reluctantly, I stood up and walked toward him. I didn’t care if I dirtied his car. He was rich enough to have it cleaned anyway.Once inside, I glanced at him briefly before looking away because I couldn't h

✧ADAM MEADOWS✧WE were all gathered around the dining table. Zane's parents sat next to each other, with me beside Zane, followed by David and then Gerald. Henry had left a while ago, despite his desire to stay, because his wife had called him home."Your sister's internship is coming up, Zane," Attorney Hart mentioned. We hadn't started eating yet because Jazz wasn’t here. We were waiting for her; her mom had insisted she change clothes due to the cat fur all over her. Earlier, she had vented her frustrations while playing with her Persian cat."Internship? Where at?" Zane inquired."La Vienna Hotel."Zane frowned. "La Vienna? That's quite a distance from here."He was right. It’s a three-hour journey from Aloha City, but I understood why Jazz had chosen to do her internship there. Currently, it's one of the most prestigious hotels in the country. For now."Yeah. That’s why your dad and I are concerned about her. You know your sister. She's so trusting, it's easy for her to be taken a

✧ ADAM MEADOWS ✧I advanced, narrowing my aim at the man clutching Jazzlene's arm. Fear trembled through him, sweat beading on his brow. "I'm counting to three. One . . . two—"He let go of Jazzlene, and I acted swiftly, drawing her behind me, shielding her with my body while keeping him in my sights. This man, unyielding even after losing his job. What more did he want? Did he seek death now? I could accommodate that."A-Adam . . ." I felt Jazzlene grip the edge of my coat. "Please . . . put it down."Ignoring her plea, I responded firmly, "No. Because unless he leaves in three seconds, I'm going to end him and bury him eight feet deep—" Before I could finish, he bolted away, earning a slight smirk from me. Seems he feared death after all. But I wasn't finished with him. He needed a lesson in the days ahead, in case he decided to come after Jazzlene again.I turned to her and motioned towards the car. "Get inside. Quickly."Without waiting for her reply, I made my way to the driver's

✿♡ JAZZLENE ♡✿ I lifted the ladle to taste the sinigang I had cooked for dinner. Tonight, it was my turn to cook since Mom and Dad hadn't returned yet. They left around three this afternoon to go grocery shopping, ensuring I'd have enough supplies for the day they'd be away. The taste was just right. I set down the ladle, covered the pot, turned off the stove, and unplugged the rice cooker before grabbing my phone from the table. As I was about to leave the kitchen, my phone rang. It was Mom. "Hi, Mom," I greeted first. There was a brief silence on the line, filled with the distant sounds of laughter. "Hi, sweetie. Have you cooked dinner?" "Yeah. I'm done," I replied, already on the stairs heading up to my room. "Sweetie, Daddy and I won't be home right away. We got caught up with some old classmates and made dinner plans. Go ahead and din in without us. Oh, and don't forget to bring some food to Adam's apartment." I rolled my eyes at the mention of Adam and paused midway up th