Love on Paper: A Billionaire love story

ze of my grief. Standing before me, he delivere

r. “It seems there was an electrical malfunction,” he explained, his voic

to online tutorials, convinced I could play the electrician. But my

a bitter pill to swallow. Where would I go? What would I do? The questions loo

ation made it an impossible option. “You know, I can help, right? Just let me know how I c

already bursting at the seams with life and laughter. Five of us in a one-bedroom ap

of them paused to offer a parting thought. “I hope your insurance can cover this,

beyond my reach. The luxury of insurance had never fit into my thre

ed in my mind, a stark

but I think I’ll pass the night at a motel or something,” I said, my fingers

t a five-minute walk away, surprisingly affordable. I clicked on the link, cur

ind my way down to the motel I’d sourced earlier;

the very warm and charming smile of a young lady, defin

rt in the cold reality of my situation. “Welcome to Levi’s Lodge, ma’am,

” she asked, her voice as i

ms available?” I inquired, my eyes wanderin

ed me, then added with a hint of

painting I had been inadvertently staring at—a man shrouded in white fluorescent

he painting, with its ethereal quality, seemed out of place in the simplicity o

ory behind that particu

slightly, eager for a distracti

she declared, her tone somber, eyes locked onto mine w

ed, half-joking, half-serious, seeking t

etween us with its melody. “Don’t we all?” she replied, her laughter tapering

d of humor and depth, her optimism a bright

u’ve got, miss...” I trailed off,

l me Ren,” she offered, her nam

“you’re such a

ng as she handed me the key to my temporary sanctuary.

mediate needs: food, a shower, sleep. Dinner took precedence, and I was grateful for the motel’s efficient delivery service. After eating, I surrendered to the embrace of a cold showe

I reached out for the comfort of a robe, only to realiz