Semua Bab I Hate You, Mr Billionaire. : Bab 1 - Bab 10

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

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

You ever had one of those moments where the universe just slaps you across the face with a big fat “Surprise!” and you're left blinking like an idiot, trying to make sense of it all?Yeah. That's me right now, standing at the bottom of the staircase in the middle of a mansion I wasn’t even sure I’d survive in. Staring up at my long-lost twin sister who just casually yelled out my childhood nickname like this was a high school reunion.“Oh my God, it really is you sissy!”God. That voice.It was like stepping back into a memory I never asked to revisit. Sweet and excited and way too familiar. It tugged at something inside me, something old and painful and way too complicated for words.She looked exactly the same as when I last saw her. And I mean exactly, except older now. Like someone had held up a mirror to my past and forgot to clean off the dust.Sienna and I were basically clones—same hair, same height, same face, same everything. We were proportioned the same too, like someone h

The moment he stepped in, it felt like air got sucked straight out of the room.A chill ran down my spine and my body stiffened on instinct. It wasn’t fear, not exactly. It was something deeper. Older.Like a sixth sense built from years spent around people whose injuries weren’t the only things capable of killing you.Years of psych evaluations and trauma assessments had trained me to catch the smallest signs.....a twitch, a breath, a glance. Anything that spelled danger before a single word was said. And this man was radiating it like a warning siren.He didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t move with aggression. But the tension in his jaw and the way his eyes locked onto me, shutting out the rest of the world, put my instincts on high alert.This wasn’t some mild-mannered man with a God complex Aura.This was the kind of man my training warned me about. The kind who walks into a room and makes your skin crawl without saying a word.Right now, every hair on my body stood on end like a d

“I can’t take this job. I won’t.” The words came out of my mouth like a lie. A big fucking lie My chest felt like it was closing in, every breath heavier than the last. I wanted to run, to disappear, to forget I was even in this house. I will not be emotionally trapped here by the two people I hate. Lucian’s face went cold and sharp, like I’d torn into his pride, crushed his dignity, and insulted every ounce of his intelligence all at once. His eyes, those cold gray eyes that usually looked like they didn’t care about anything or anyone, suddenly flashed with something fierce. Anger, disbelief, maybe even pain. “You seriously don’t mean that,” he repeated with a low growl. I swallowed hard, “But I do,” My voice came out tight. My throat felt like sandpaper. “I just… can’t.” More disbelief flickered across his face. It was almost laughable. If only this weren’t such a serious moment. “Miss Ashford…..She’s your sister.” I let out a bitter, rough laugh, lik