Semua Bab HER LOST BROTHER IS A BILLIONAIRE: Bab 1 - Bab 10

The morning lecture concluded with a brief classwork assignment. As the class coordinator, Samantha was responsible for collecting all the papers and submitting them to the lecturer’s office. She stood at the front of the room, her voice calm but firm. “Please, everyone,” she called out, “submit your classwork before you leave.” Some students began handing in their sheets right away, while others were still cross-checking their answers with classmates, whispering and flipping through notes. The room buzzed with quiet urgency, papers rustling and pens scribbling last-minute corrections. Samantha’s eyes locked with Jake’s for a brief second. She looked away instantly, her jaw tightening. Why is this broke guy staring at me? she muttered under her breath, irritation bubbling just beneath the surface. What does he even want from me? Jake, still watching, staring at her from a distance, "He'd better not provoke me today. I’m not the only girl on this campus—and I’m definitely

Samantha hurried from the kitchen with a glass of water in her hands, trembling. She knelt beside her mother, helping her sip slowly before offering her the medicine. The coughing eased—just slightly—and after a few quiet moments, the house settled into a fragile calm. Nathan hadn’t returned from work yet. When he finally returned, at the door, Samantha met him with urgency in her voice. “Dad,” she said, her eyes pleading, “we need to take Mum to the hospital.” “Dad, we need to take Mum to the hospital.” “I will, my dear,” he’d replied, his voice weary. “Once this month’s salary comes in.” Samantha Carter woke early in the morning to prepare for school. It was another new week. Her father had already left for work, as usual. She pulled on her faded sweater and zipped up her backpack. “Mama, I have to leave now. I’ll be back before dinner,” she said gently. Her mother smiled weakly. “Be careful, sweetheart. Don’t worry too much. You’re all I have left… my only hope.” As she step

Nathan stepped into the room, his eyes locking on his daughter.Samantha stood frozen beside the hospital bed, trembling as she stared at the black-shrouded figure.“Samantha… what are you doing here?” Nathan’s voice was firm but worried.She didn’t answer. Moments earlier, she had collapsed, convinced she had lost everything.Nathan stepped closer, his tone softer. “This is not your mother.”Samantha’s breath caught.The nurse stepped forward. “Dear, you entered the wrong room.”Her body went rigid. Wrong room? Her mother wasn’t dead?Relief rushed through her, the crushing weight on her chest lifting. Nathan helped her to her feet, but her eyes lingered on the lifeless figure. It wasn’t her mother — but it was someone’s.They guided her to the correct room. Her mother, Lillian, was awake, stirred by the earlier commotion. A few nurses hurried over, their faces etched with concern.“What happened?” one of them asked, her voice low but urgent, reading the distress in Samantha’s pale,

Samantha lay in bed, and not realizing that a small smile appeared on her face. It was soft and honest—like something new was growing inside her. Something she didn’t fully understand yet, something she hadn’t felt before, she was just there, staring at the ceiling, smiling, unable to drift into sleep.She didn’t notice her father standing nearby until he stepped into view. Her mind had been far away, thinking about Jake—the way they held each other. The warmth of his arms. And the quiet strength in his presence. The spark between them that felt to them like electricity. The feeling that had given more pleasure than the honey, and the feeling that drained her strength away.The night stretched long and quiet for her, but her mind refused to rest. That feeling stayed with her, wrapping around her like a secret, one she wasn’t ready to share. Not yet.Nathan Carter stood quietly at the doorway, one foot still in the air. He had only come to say goodnight. But what he saw made him pause.

Samantha walked quickly across the campus, her heart pounding with every step.She had memorized the boy’s department and level at the time the incident occurred.Now, she was determined to find him.Where could he be? Her thoughts raced as her eyes scanned the crowd of students pouring out of the lecture halls.On her way to his department, luck met her halfway. She spotted him, in a white shirt, stepping out from a class just ahead. Her voice trembled with urgency as she called out.“Hey… hey!”Students nearby turned, unsure who she meant. Some pointed at themselves, confused.“Me?”But her eyes stayed locked on the boy. “You. You in white,” she said, stepping forward.Their eyes met—his widened in recognition. The boy walked toward her slowly. Samantha met him halfway and gently pulled him aside to a quiet corner.She didn’t waste time. “Please,” she said, her voice low but full of emotion.“Tell me what happened between you and Jake? Was it because you were bullying someone? Was t