Chapter One - Fuck, My Clinic

Life has a way of throwing curveballs when you least expect it. One minute, I’m wrapping Mrs. Collins’ sprained ankle begging her to stay still while she rants about how she's fine and how she had some bake orders to attend too. Forgetting the fact that her ankle is the darkest shade of purple I have ever seen.She had to be forced here, to my clinic by the mailman, because apparently calling for help when things are overwhelming is beneath her. I couldn't blame her but this was a serious matter.I was used to the everyday nonsense, a routine I suppose—cranky patients, broken chairs, complaints about bills, and the occasional old man convinced I was robbing him blind. And then next, the universe throws a tantrum right in my face. Because what happened next wasn’t something you could patch up with a band-aid and a tired smile.“Okay, Mrs. Collins, just try not to put any weight on it for a while. It should heal up fine,” I said to her, forcing professionalism into my voice.But I was

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Chapter Two - Eviction notice

I barely made to the bus station with Mrs. Collins without having her stop us to rest every three minutes. The old woman was slow and she had a busted ankle to add to the whole delima but I didn't mind. She needed me, and I was her nurse. I wasn’t about to let her catch the wrong bus or miss it because I was selfish. Especially after witnessing one hell of a show at my clinic. After seeing that damn disaster unfold at my clinic, Part of me wanted to walk away, throw my hands up and quit. But that place was my dream, my whole damn life’s work. I busted my ass through nursing school, put in hours I’ll never get back just to make it a reality. I got myself the clinic, helped out as much as I could with the little I had, making a difference in people’s lives. Yeah, the debt was suffocating, and the stress was never-ending, but I refused to let all that hard work go to waste. The dream wasn’t dead. I wasn’t going to let it fade away without giving it one last fight. I wasn’t backing down

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Chapter Three - The job offer

It had been three goddamn days since I started job hunting online, and it wasn't going so well. I wasn’t even sure why I was still doing it. It’s not like I expected a miracle. Hell, miracles only existed in fairy tales and witchcraft. And surprise! surprise!! I wasn't in either one of them. But still, I kept clicking, kept scrolling, kept trying to convince myself that somewhere in the sea of “entry-level” listings, there’d be something that would at least pay enough to get me through the next week.I could practically feel my brain turning to mush for staring too long at my laptop screen, my eyes burning, a dull headache throbbing in my temples. You’d think after three days, I’d be a pro at this, right? I mean, how hard is it to click a few buttons and fire off a resume? Apparently, harder than it sounds when you’ve been working in a clinic for the past few years, and your resume is basically a glowing list of “I can handle bodily fluids and keep calm when people scream at me.”Ye

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Chapter Four - Mr grumpy pants

Two days after the whole scam conspiracy, and the fact that my desperation was being a pain in the ass, I had everything I owned packed. I was ready. Or at least I told myself I was. The second I’d accepted that job offer, something inside of me shifted. I wasn’t sure if it was excitement or the panic of diving headfirst into the unknown, but whatever it was, it felt a hell of a lot like being dragged into a whirlpool. And I wasn’t sure I had the energy to fight it anymore. So there I was, staring at my crumpled-up suitcase, trying to wrap my head around how ridiculous this all was. It felt like living in some kind of weird, low-budget thriller. The kind where the protagonist makes one bad decision after another, and you’re just waiting for them to realize it’s all going south. Only in my case, I was the protagonist and I had no idea what scene was coming up next. I didn’t have the luxury to peek at the script.Cause you damn writer!!My entire life was falling apart, yet here I was

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Chapter Five - The complete opposite

The second my feet touched the ground at the Beverly Hills airport, I knew one thing for sure—Beverly Hills was for the rich and wealthy. Even the air felt different, infused with the scent of overpriced coffee and expensive thick perfume. People were gliding around with designer suitcases and clothes, casually walking while on very important calls, and here I was, staring at myself in my cheap thrift jeans and the most stylish top I had ever owned. Well, I thought it was stylish enough. At least it had been until I saw how everyone else was dressed.I barely had a moment to take it all in before a voice broke through the noise. “Miss Scarlett!" A good looking man with brown hair called out at the exit. Dressed in a simple deep blue button up shirt and black trousers. He held out a big cardboard with my name written in red, like that was ominous enough he had a boyish smile with a one sided dimple that could make you blush.“Miss Scarlett, right?” “The one and only,” I muttered,

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All Chapters of I Hate You, Mr Billionaire. : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Chapter One - Fuck, My Clinic

Chapter Two - Eviction notice

Chapter Three - The job offer

Chapter Four - Mr grumpy pants

Chapter Five - The complete opposite