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Christiana wiped the sweat off her forehead,exhaling a deep breath as she pulled another tray of freshly baked bread from the hot oven.The scent of warm dough filled the small bakery mixing with the faint aroma of coffee and sugar.She had been working since morning, her hands covered in flour, her feet aching from standing from hours. But despite the tiredness,She forced herself to keep going. She had no choice. The job at the bakery was all She had.After being thrown out by Alexander and his mother,She had wandered the street , hold ing Praise to her chest. With nowhere to go and no one to run to, She had spent the night outside, shivering under the cold sky. But fate had he

Anxious. Then, at last, there was a sign. A short, wiry man with a limp rounded the corner, trying his best to appear nonchalant. He used to be a groundskeeper for Dominic’s family estate until they cut him off. Now he owed me, and I had been eager to get my due. “Cane,” he greeted me with a brief nod. “What’s going on?” I asked as I got out of the car and approached him. He seemed nervous. “It’s not good.”

Back then, he was chased out of his house with nothing to his name and struggled to build a company from scratch. One day, he came home drunk after negotiating a deal with a client. He could not even stand straight when he reached home, but he desperately pulled out two pieces of melting chocolate from his pocket. I asked him where he got them, but he did not explain. He just stuffed them into my mouth. “Honey, for you! Your favorite!” The chocolate had melted into a sticky mess. His face was covered with sweat, and he wore a silly smile. Even so, my heart felt warm and fuzzy inside.

I smirked and turned around to wait for her first order. “Um… can you please get the pan?” I did as I was told and we worked together till dinner was ready. When everything was packaged into the refrigerator and she was gone with her own portion I insisted she carried, I settled into my favorite armchair in my living room and turned on my phone. The headlines flooded my screen just like I had predicted: Manhattan’s most eligible billionaire found grocery shopping with an unknown woman by his side. Popular billionaire Alessio Castelli caught on the streets of Manhattan with a new female companion who looks nothing like his usual type.

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And shared fries. But it's bills with your person. And dishes with dancing. And grocery arguing that ends in apples. My name is still Bennett. But today I signed timesheet as Aria Bennett (Mrs.) And I liked it. His name is Nico Bennett. And today I learned being husband is not just ring. It's paying Mrs. Lee $11 back. It's eating wife's work fries. It's buying apples even though we need pasta. It's coming home to same apartment but now wife inside.

"You only earn 3,000 dollars a month. So, why should you be allowed to eat as much as you want? This family doesn't keep freeloaders." Dad's voice was even colder. "What else can you do besides housework? Hiring a maid costs only 3,000 dollars! You're as ordinary as they come, and your contribution to this family is only worth this much!" Then came the sound of him slapping me, clear as day. Stephanie mockingly saying, "Brittany, you're so small-minded." Gregory laughing. "Fish heads are nutritious, full of DHA to boost your brainpower. Clearly, you need some of that."

Can those things be measured in money? He took a deep breath, putting on the act of someone noble yet burdened. "Fine! If you won't support her, then forget it! I, Howard Walter, may not have much. My salary is low, and life is tight. But my morals are clear! "Mom, I'll take care of you from now on. Even if I have to work tough jobs, I won't let you go hungry or cold. We don't need to beg her. Let's go home!"

I laughed as I finished preparing the scones I was working on. “I will miss being here too. I have loved working here. Thank you for everything." Mrs. White had actually hired Bree to replace me. Bree had decided to move in with Audrey and Paxton since I was leaving. She had still been living at home with our parents and she was finally ready to move out. "Thank you for hiring Bree. I know she will be a great person for the job." I said to Mrs. White. She just smiled at me then went about the shop getting ready for it to open. I was going to miss this place, but I knew where my heart was and it was with Matto.

She always tells stories of how her childhood is miserable, and that made her very resilient now. “My family is impoverished. I should sell pan-de-sal (a Filipino bread that is common in every Filipino household and eaten as a breakfast meal, which is termed salt bread) to have a little money for lunch before going to school. We get up at 4:00 am, getting ready to sell some rolls. To have some breakfast, picking some kamoteng kahoy to be boiled is a must, but it is not enough. At 5:00 am, we get the pan-de-sal from the nearby bakery and shout pan-de-sal at every house in the neighborhood. After that, we go to school. We attend our classes the whole day, very hungry. Our teachers give meals t