ONE NIGHT WITH A BILLIONAIRE

imagined my life

rward existence, with plenty of sunny days and home-cooked meals. However, it was before everything collapsed, before m

Though familiar, his message was important. Once again, tuition was required. My heart began to drop even more

s almost impossible for me to identify Zhanarah Miller. Though the girl gazing back at me seemed assured with her short

reet the man, do the task for which I was compensated, and go. But I secretl

ncer gave me a nod, his eyes glassy with disinterest. He was aware of my identity and actions. Ho

, Bryant Corbin was his name. I was about to turn off my emotio

not by

on the sofa, was a little

ghtened. **What on earth w

ed the change in my mood. "Avoid concern. He said nonchalantly, as if the circumstances wer

ng not to let my v

ink. "She lost her nanny yesterday night. We'

s all. In my field of work, I had seen some absurdities, but this? This was the fi

still be paid for the night." "However, I sup

grim quality to his stare. Somethi

be... flexible. I need someone who can stay with me for more than one evening. Given your pr

* This was a lifeline, not merely an offer of empl

d to exist. Usually

, squinting at him. I was not gullible. It was going

evident to me. A reliable income that can pay for both your stepmother's medical expenses and your brother's schooling. a place to remain. Of course, it mea

was providing me with a way out of the life I detested, but at what price? Not for a moment did I bel

y question came out n

ructions to the letter, which is the catch. You now work for me. Let me clarify,

ind kept returning to my stepmother, Jaden. How worn out I was. I was n

again at the little child, her chest gently rising and falling. How

ime to think." The air in the room was suddenly too h

ttle. "Take the evening. Take your time, h

area. The loud music and flashing lights of the club appeared to recede into the dis

g. The offer played back to me like a tape recorder, each syllable b

hts by a tap on the door. I

the door. My brother Jaden stood there, wide

ck and murmured, "Hey, Zara."

award? I experienced a tiny relaxation of

o be true. With tears burning my eyes, I embraced him tightly when

ngly as he withdrew. "How ab

from Bryant Corbin, the life I could leave behind, and the new life that awaited me all c

to him, I replied, "I thin

Bryant with my r