All Chapters of THE IMPOTENT BILLIONAIRE’S HEIR : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Annabel, you have till next week to pay up the five hundred thousand balance or else the new heart we found for your twin brother will go to someone else.” Doctor Gray said on the phone.“Please Doctor Gray, I will try my best to bring the money, just take good care of my brother.” I begged him.“Alright Annabel.” You have till next week. And with that he ended the call.I sat down on my bed with tears streaming down my face. I don’t know how to raise the amount. I’m a college student by day, and I work in a hotel as a server at night. My salary is just 2000 dollars. How on earth will I raise five hundred thousand? My father had already abandoned Daniel and me at the orphanage when we were just six years old, two years after losing our mother. He went ahead and remarried another woman and they have two kids now. He never bothered to check on us after that. We spent most of our lives in different foster homes, but we always ended up coming back to the orphanage.We had traced our fathe

I couldn’t sleep at all throughout the night. My body was heavy with exhaustion and the guilt of what I had done, but my mind was already racing ahead. Daniel. The hospital. The operation. Last night felt like a distant, hazy dream or rather, a nightmare I had willingly stepped into. My muscles ached in places I didn't know could ache, a constant reminder of my sins. But there was no time for regrets now. I had to get out of here, pay for my brother’s heart surgery, and pretend this never happened.Beside me, Mr. Richard was still asleep, his chest rising and falling with deep, even breaths. His arm was draped loosely over my waist, and I carefully lifted it away, sliding out of bed without waking him. The room was a mess empty champagne bottles on the nightstand, my clothes scattered across the floor. I shivered and pulled the sheet around me for a moment as I stood there, staring at the door. Freedom was just a few steps away, but I felt trapped, like the walls were closing in.I

When we entered Daniel’s new ward, Ethan shoved my hand away, looking at me angrily.“Why did you talk to Mr. Richard that way?” he asked.“He was being rude to you, and I was defending you.”“Did I tell you to defend me? Don’t you know who he is? He’s the richest man in America, and I would have used that opportunity to my advantage,” Nathan said.“What opportunity are you talking about, Nathan?” I asked him. I don’t understand what he is talking about.“Forget it; you are just useless. And besides, how do you know Mr. Richard?” he asked me curiously.I panicked. I wasn’t expecting the question from him, and I definitely can’t tell him what happened between me and Mr. Richard. “We just met here at the hospital,” I lied.“Whatever, I’m going back home. You have ruined my mood,” Nathan said as he walked out of Daniel’s ward and slammed the door behind him. I breathed a sigh of relief. That was a close call. I went to check on Daniel, and he was sleeping so peacefully. I gave him a quic

My landlord’s call woke me up from my short nap. I didn’t even know when I fell asleep. I was scared of answering the call because I knew why he was calling. He called two more times, but I still ignored him.“Anna, why aren’t you answering your calls?” Daniel asked curiously.“It’s a spam call,” I lied. I didn’t want him to start worrying about anything. He nodded and went back to pressing his phone. “I’ll be back in a minute.”I walked out of the ward and dialed Mr. Amos’s number. He answered on the first ring.“Hey Annabel, when am I getting my rent? It’s already the end of the month,” Mr. Amos said.“I’m sorry, sir. My twin brother just had his heart surgery, but I can assure you that once he’s out of the hospital, I will pay the rent and clear out any outstanding,” I said. I knew it was a lie.“I don’t care if your brother is dying or alive,” Mr. Amos said. “I just want my money, and I’m giving you till Sunday to come up with my money, or else you will be out on the streets.” And

For more than two weeks now, I have tried submitting my resume to more than ten companies, and they all had one response: "We are not hiring now." Some even rejected me without any excuse. Even the ones that had placed advertisements in the newspaper, once they saw my background and my name, they would instantly give me an excuse. It was always the same polite smiles that faded, eyes darting away, doors closing before I could even step inside. My name, Annabel Reyes, carried the weight of my family's immigrant roots, and in this city, that meant whispers of suspicion, assumptions about my reliability or loyalty. But I wasn't asking for pity; I just wanted a chance, a job to support us, to cover the mounting bills from Daniel's heart surgery. He was recovering, but the treatments were endless, medications, therapy sessions, follow-up appointments which Doctor Gabriel said were very necessary and it fucking expensive. Without work, how could I keep him safe, keep us afloat?I don’t know