Semua Bab Twisted Fate : Bab 1 - Bab 8

Morning came. Everything around us looked different, more shinier, fancier but the routine was still the same. Same old cycle I had back in our old apartment. Wake up, get ready for class, go to work, come back home. Rinse and repeat. Turns out, my boring life didn’t magically disappear even after getting a little taste of the rich life. Morning gave way to night, nights blended into days, and days turned into weeks. It's been three weeks since my life changed overnight. I'm getting used to the new me, leaving behind the financial struggles of my past, all thanks to my sister's insane luck with love , she's dating a billionaire now, I suppose. I've got this weird feeling that everything's gonna blow up in our faces, but I try to shut it down and act like everything's cool. I brought it up with my sis, how her new life and love story sounds kinda sketchy, and we almost got into a huge fight. She's all about enjoying the ride, but I'm over here thinking a little to deep Into e

It had only been a few minutes since Aria was taken away, but it felt like hours. I was still sitting in the chair, frozen and completely numb. My mind tried to piece together how everything had spiraled so fast. From bad to better to worse than ever. Just like that. And the worst part? I had seen it coming. I knew something was off from the start. Yet here I was motionless, stuck in a fog of guilt and confusion. At some point, the lawyer Mr. Ronald, apparently had said something about meeting at the station tomorrow. I didn’t even register it. He left the room, and now I was alone. Alone… with him. Mr. Billionaire. He sat back in his chair, arms folded across his chest, relaxing like he had just finished a casual business meeting. There was this amused look on his face, like the whole situation was a joke to him. Like none of this my tears, Aria’s arrest, our broken lives meant anything. I glared at him, stomach twisted with anger and disgust. “Are you happy now?” I asked,

Just when I thought the rest of the day could finally go smoothly now that Aria was safe and we’d figured out a temporary place to stay, life decided to throw another curveball. We had moved out of the house completely, leaving behind anything bought with Mr. Billionaire’s money. Most of it had already been seized, anyway. We only packed what was truly ours. I carried the last box down and passed the receptionist, who was clearly judging us with her eyes, like she’d been dying for gossip all day. Not like I cared, I was exhausted, emotionally and physically. I was just about to slide into Collins’ car, ready to wave goodbye to the short, messy chapter of our so-called “luxury life,” when I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around and there he was. The red haired bodyguard. Aria immediately jumped out of the car, rushing toward us and stepping protectively in front of me. “Are you here to harass us again? What is it this time?” she snapped, her voice sharp with frustration.

I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling of the room I now found myself in, trying to process everything that had happened over the past few weeks. What fairytale title could I possibly give this whole experience? The funny thing is it still does not feel like it is over. In fact, it feels like I am stuck in the middle of it and it is far from ending. Aleksander is such an intimidating man. His presence is undeniable. He carries himself with a kind of authority that demands respect, that screams wealth and power without even trying. When I looked at him properly during that first encounter in his office, his face, his posture, his calm intensity, I could not help but notice how majestic he looked. Handsome does not even cut it. That man was hand carved by God on a good day. One of His favorites, clearly. The way he handled the entire situation, so calculated and precise, had me convinced I would end up in jail that night. And yet, here I am. Sleeping under his roof, taking care of h