Enslaved To The Billionaire CEO

f say almost disdainfully, with a

head to the side to take

ical doll voice, "Mother was just

time now. If not, by now, she would have suffered a heart attack, knowing how closely knitted her mother and si

Vivian went on, "That was unusually thoughtful of you, Bibi, and

She was being passively aggressive to her, as usual, and she,

the hand luggage and spoke up, "Don't tell me you're leaving so

to spend the whole weekend with me, keeping me com

had tried to avoid this moment, and she

a new role at the company, remember? So, I need to go get prepared so I

here would be no need for that. Besides, you can always wear some of my clo

ouldn't dare. She wasn't all that big, but compared to Vivian, she was fairly bigger in size. It had always been that way; Vivian had always been the blonde, sexy one who was great at being a cheerleader in high school and who had no problems at all with her grades, not because she wa

r than Vivian, who dated nerds and A-grade losers secretly just to get them to do all her homework while she practiced her steps for cheerleading ev

Vivian today. "I'll come see you next weekend, Mom. Tak

rom their father like Vivian always did. Instead, she had worked extremely hard out in the world to ensure

as a waitress at an Afr

ointment, Bibi. You've always found a way to drag the family's name through the mud of the general public. Of all jobs to get, you chose the

er father in his fine and expensive-looking tuxedo stood above her, mocking her efforts, "A mere waitress," he had called her, but wasn't being a mere waitress in another person's business more

done double shifts so as to make something meaningful of her life as she knew she couldn't

han, had picked a candid interest in her. She was exceptionally hardworking and brilliant,

th his money, he made her the new manager while he and his old lovely wife retired and de