It Didn't Start With You Audiobook Novels & Stories

“Start it June 3rd. 9:01 AM. CEO. And Dada. And ‘just us.’ All of it.” “All of it,” I said. _Beep. Beep. Beep._ Midnight. My watch. May 14th. Day 39. Not fear. Not waiting. Just us. *

And the baby in my womb has the potential to ruin them. "Y-You are pregnant?" Aunt Eloisa asked, looking incredulous at what she heard. I looked at Liam first before nodding my head slowly. We immediately heard the loud crashing of trash cans as a result of Liam's kick. I took another step back. "That's not mine! Nothing is happening to us yet! Are you trying to trick me?! Huh? You slut!" My eyes widened. "What are you saying?!" I shouted. I looked at Aunt Eloisa when she slowly released me, a trace of confusion in her expression.

He looked up at me woefully and asked, "Mom, why did Dad say that I could just die?" Try as I might, I couldn't find the words to say. I didn't know how to explain this to Oscar. Joel hung up, and Terry looked down at me with disdain. "You heard him. Take your child and leave. Stop embarrassing yourself here." Just then, I saw Heather appear at the doorway with Dr. Frank Lamere. My eyes lit up, and I ran over with Oscar in my arms. "Dr. Lamere, please, look at my son! Dr. Jacquez refused to admit him and insisted that he wasn't sick. But I think he has acute aortic dissection."

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It took Daisy ten years to transform from a humble street vendor into a star investor in the corporate world. I stood by her side for every single one of those ten years. During our darkest year, I threw away every last drop of my self-respect and begged my estranged mother just for twenty dollars to buy us a decent meal. Looking back into Daisy’s heartbroken, tear-filled eyes, I gave her a soft smile and asked just one thing: "On the day the company finally goes public on Nasdaq, will you bring me with you?" She held me close and promised she would. Years later, when her company’s empire was soaring at its absolute peak, I gently brought up my old request once more. She didn't even bot

Right before the syndicate's power handover, I flew back to New York after a year of studying jewelry design in Europe. But the night before the ceremony, my secret boyfriend of three years—the Rossi family's new second-in-command—sent me a text: [Sorry, Chloe. I lost a card game, and you were my chip. You're his problem now.] Before I could even breathe, I got tagged in the family's encrypted dark-web channel. The top thread was blowing up: [The Mafia Boss Just Won a Fat Pig for a Girlfriend!] Pinned right at the top was an old photo of me from a few years ago. Back when I was 180 pounds. The comment section was ruthless: [If the Boss knew what he actually won, he'd regret making that bet.]

Reality struck him so hard that tears rolled down his cheeks. “Laurel, I’m so sorry. I was so wrong. I shouldn’t have hurt you. I shouldn’t have given our money away or yelled at you… You’re the only person who truly ever cared. “Can we get back together? I promise to treat you right. You can handle all the money. I’m done with charity. It’ll just be your dad and us. We can start over. Please… “I’m done with doing good deeds! All my wages will only go to you!”

“Miss Griffin, that’s a lot of calls. Do you want me to wait while you reply to them?” “No need. They’re nothing important,” I replied casually, my tone indifferent. Once we were on the road, he asked, “Miss Griffin, is this your first time here? Do you want to go anywhere before work starts? You don’t officially begin until the day after tomorrow. I can show you around.” “Yes, this is my first time here,” I said as I gazed out the window at the passing scenery. Suddenly, my phone rang again, the sharp sound filling the quiet car.

He turned toward the older man seated beside him. Graham Wright held his cane firmly, using it to balance himself as he stood up slowly, one hand bracing against the table. His movements were measured, touched with age. He adjusted the sleeves of his coat, tugged them once, and walked to the podium with a steady gait that still commanded attention. He looked out over the crowd. The hall was silent. He rested both hands on the edges of the podium, his fingers slightly curled over the wood. “This company didn’t start with billions,” he said. His voice was deep, edged with gravel. “It started in a single workshop. With three staff, no heating, and more rejection than I care to remember.”

the phone was suddenly snatched and slammed down to the ground, scattered. “Our son!!! He is our fucking son Aileen! My own flesh and blood damn it!!” She was frightened by his voice and cold demeanor that she was forced to sit back down on the couch. “Stop fucking lying to me anymore! And you better tell me everything before I decide to ruin you!!” Aileen felt like her soul left her body. She couldn't move, it felt like she stopped existing for a second as she stared at the scattered phone and then she blinked her eyes, letting her tears flow.