Billionaire In Disguise

Billionaire In Disguise

Shine L.glow

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Ethan is a billionaire trying to escape his luxurious life by working at a coffee shop. He wants to be just another worker, free from the pressures of wealth. When he meets Sophie, a fun and strong woman,they share laughs and a special connection. But Ethan must keep his true identity a secret. As their bond grows, he wonders if he should reveal who he really is. Will he risk everything for love, or will the truth pull them apart? Join Ethan and Sophie on a journey full of laughs, surprises, and the magic of coffee.

Chapter 1 The billionaire's escape plan

Ethan Reynolds had everything anyone could ever dream of. Mansions? Check. Cars? Check. Private jets? Oh, he had two of those. But there was one thing he didn't have-peace. At 28, he was already tired of being a billionaire. Everywhere he went, people either wanted his money or to get close to his connections. And the fake smiles-oh, the fake smiles-were everywhere. His life felt like a long commercial break with too many advertisements.

So, one sunny Tuesday morning, sitting in his massive office that overlooked the entire city, Ethan came up with what he believed was the greatest idea he'd ever had. "I'm going undercover," he said aloud, staring at his reflection in the huge glass window.

His assistant, Larry, who had been bringing in his usual morning coffee, nearly dropped the tray. "Uh, excuse me, sir? Did you say... undercover?" Larry was used to Ethan's wild ideas, but this was a new level.

"Yes, Larry! Undercover. As in, I'm going to live like a regular guy. No fancy suits. No chauffeured cars. No 'Mr. Reynolds' this, 'Mr. Reynolds' that. I'm done with it all," Ethan declared, spinning around in his chair like an excited kid.

Larry raised an eyebrow. "Sir, with all due respect, you don't exactly blend in with regular people. I mean..." He waved a hand at Ethan's expensive watch, designer suit, and perfectly styled hair. "You're kind of... obvious."

"That's the point, Larry! I've been too obvious for too long. People treat me differently because they know who I am. But what if I wasn't Ethan Reynolds the billionaire? What if I was just... Ethan?" Ethan leaned back in his chair, already imagining his new life of freedom.

Larry wasn't convinced. "And where exactly are you planning to 'go undercover,' sir?"

Ethan grinned. "I don't know yet, but I'll figure it out! Maybe I'll work at a coffee shop, or I'll be a janitor. Something simple. I want to live like a normal person for once. No one will know I'm loaded."

Larry opened his mouth to object, but Ethan cut him off. "You're not talking me out of this, Larry. I've made up my mind." He jumped up from his chair, grabbed his phone, and started dialing a number. "I'll have the PR team cover for me. I'll tell everyone I'm taking a long vacation. And in the meantime, I'll find my new identity."

Larry watched as Ethan paced around, full of energy. "Sir, this isn't going to be as easy as you think. You can't just 'be normal.' You don't even know how to boil water."

Ethan waved a hand dismissively. "Details, Larry. Details. I'll figure it out."

The next day, the plan was in motion. Ethan's private jet was supposedly whisking him away to a tropical island for "much-needed rest," or so the media was told. But in reality, Ethan was standing in front of a small, run-down apartment building on the other side of town, staring at his new home.

"Perfect," he said, a little too loudly. The place was nothing like his sprawling mansion in the hills, but that was exactly what he wanted. The building was old, with chipped paint and creaky doors, but it had charm-if you squinted hard enough.

Larry, who had reluctantly come along to help with the move, looked like he was about to faint. "Sir... you can't be serious. This place doesn't even have central air."

"That's the point!" Ethan said cheerfully, dragging his suitcase up the narrow stairs. "I'm going for authenticity here, Larry. This is how regular people live, right?"

"If by regular, you mean people in the 1950s, then yes," Larry muttered under his breath, following behind.

Inside, the apartment was small-really small. There was a couch that looked like it had seen better days, a tiny kitchen with appliances that might have been considered modern decades ago, and a single window that barely let in any light. Ethan was thrilled. "This is perfect," he said again.

Larry looked around, horrified. "Sir, there's... there's a hole in the ceiling."

"That's just character," Ethan said, waving his hand dismissively. "I'll fix it later."

Once he'd settled in, Ethan began his hunt for the perfect "normal" job. He was determined to find something where no one would suspect he was a billionaire. After browsing a few job listings online (and accidentally buying a luxury yacht because he clicked the wrong ad), he found the perfect job: barista at a small, struggling coffee shop called Beans and Dreams.

The next morning, Ethan walked into the coffee shop, wearing jeans and a plain t-shirt he had borrowed from Larry's cousin. He felt like a new man-no expensive suits, no shiny shoes, just regular old Ethan. "Hi, I'm here for the job," he said confidently to the woman behind the counter.

She looked him up and down. "You ever worked in a coffee shop before?"

"Uh, no. But how hard can it be? You just, you know, make coffee and stuff, right?" Ethan smiled, hoping his charm would help.

The woman raised an eyebrow. "Sure, 'make coffee and stuff.' You start today. Hope you're ready."

Ethan was definitely not ready. His first task was to make a simple cappuccino. Simple, right? Wrong. Somehow, he managed to spill milk all over the counter, knock over the coffee grinder, and accidentally hit the "espresso shot" button three times. By the time the customer got their drink, it looked more like a soup than a cappuccino.

The woman, who introduced herself as Martha, shook her head. "You've never made coffee in your life, have you?"

Ethan grinned sheepishly. "Is it that obvious?"

She sighed. "You're lucky we're desperate for help. Just... try not to burn the place down."

As the day went on, Ethan stumbled through his shifts, making one mistake after another. He gave a customer decaf instead of regular coffee (the man nearly fell asleep at the counter), spilled an entire bag of coffee beans on the floor, and got into a confusing argument with the cash register that resulted in him giving a customer a free muffin.

By the end of the day, Ethan was exhausted. "How do people do this every day?" he muttered, wiping sweat from his forehead.

Larry, who had been secretly watching from a corner, walked over and patted him on the back. "Welcome to the real world, sir."

Ethan collapsed onto a chair. "This is harder than I thought. But I'm not giving up. I'm going to master this."

"You sure about that?" Larry asked, eyeing the mess Ethan had made behind the counter.

"Positive," Ethan said, though he sounded less confident than before. "I just need more practice. By the end of this week, I'll be the best barista this place has ever seen!"

Martha walked by and snorted. "Good luck with that."

Ethan ignored her. He was determined. After all, how hard could making coffee be? He'd built an empire from scratch-surely he could figure out a cappuccino.

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