CONTRACTED AS A BILLIONAIRE HEIR
" yelled the fat-bellied man, breathing he
ed, his voice rumbling throug
slow down. "You'll never catch me alive!" I cri
witch," the fat man muttered, hi
. My parents, destitute and disinterested, left me to languish in the corroded shackles of a broken home, casting me into a bleak and hopeless existence.
ainful precision, for as I stumbled, my pursuers
he force of it sending reverberations th
break my back, are you?" snarled the man who delivered the
razor-sharp daggers, piercing thro
pleaded, my voice quaking
pay you back, just
a bitter and biting wind that wh
it your junky father's in prison for life, or yo
next week " a big bellied man sa
my body shaking with fear and exhaustion. The men had depart
rocess the nightmare I had just endured. Every slap, every word of contempt, every thre
ack down again and again. Sleep offered me the fleeting comfort of oblivion, but when I awoke, my troubles woul
ght of my troubles. With the urgency of a soldier running into battle, I hurried
y's voice rang out, and the woman must
ed, the words vibrating w
could see the opport
mark like well-aimed arrows. I felt myself soaring on the
a knife in the dark. I froze, my heart plummeting fro
s a drug addict and serving his t
g, searing through the thin veneer of hope
shame echoing in the silent room. my words were slow and he
that I thought I had long ago learned to ignore
oor family background, we frown at anything that can brought harm to ou
as I went out of the offic
n the street, I received a s
as I raced to the hospital, my mother's life hanging
it pressing down on my shoulders like an oppressive hand. my mother, my fragile and gentle mot
a crushing blow, the fear and despair
r side, at this period, we might really loose you
already fragile heart, the pain of them reverberat
I murmured, my voice a whispe
d herself in. The crushing burden of debt, the shame of my family's past, the thr
my eyes, withh tears clouding my vision, I sank to the earth, my body racked with sobs of anguish and despair. The r
of hopelessness, a whisper of sound caught my attention. A soft footfall,
r you a job "
ike a rope thrown to a drowning woman. My tear-stained eyes lifted
nce radiating a sense of power and weal
d catching in throat like a