The Pretend Heiress And The Billionaire

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me shivering, the rhythmic beeping of

chest rising and falling so slowly, it was almost like he wa

we need

ady dreading the conversat

eizure earlier this morning. His condition has worsened. He's stable for

ence. "How much time do we have?" I asked,

gh for me to brace for the worst. "But it's going to be expensive. And

the sting of tears. I knew this was coming.

ent on the job, they said. And just like that, no accountability, no compensation. He

muttered, my voice wavering.

ike the weight of the world w

ce as I walked back to the apartmen

bills– had greatly accumulated. If they w

ng seemed to be going

pulled it out, only to see another rejection

ouldn't land a job. Who would hire the girl who slapped a powerful investor in front of oth

g the familiar warmth calm my aching heart. I slumped onto the

y face twisted into a frown, as I wondered who

ayson stood there, his suit as crisp and tailored as ever

Grayson Enterprises. The memory of his brother, Marcus, burned fresh i

modest apartment, his expression giving aw

for a reason, and something told me it wasn't a social cal

, composed. "Liam Walker's condition, your financial str

s wouldn't cost him a dime. "You mean the time I go

tremely calm. "Yes. And it

m bubbling to the surface. Why would he rub th

ng me to look away. "I'm here to

is direction so fast. "A

draw me in. "I'll pay for all of Liam's medical expenses. Ev

catch. But the promise of paying for Liam's care hit me li

this 'som

heart race at the possibility of him asking me to sa

tend to be

twice, unsure if I had heard

lay the role of my 'second daughter' who's been away at

wrap my mind around what he was saying.

s. Never has been. But you...you've worked in a corporate world for fou

ut the image of Liam lying in that hospital

?" I asked, my voice

ce never wavering. "He values strong young women who are not spoiled a

him-billionaire, ruthless, shrewd in bus

n. But then I thought about Liam. About the bills. About my fai

asked, though I alr

iam's care will suffer the consequences. You

we both knew it. I swallowed the lump in my throat, my stom

, right?" I muttered, my mind rushing throug

, his eyes never leaving mine. "Sometimes li

ions of what I had just agreed to. I wasn't just

ed the handle, looking back at me with a cold, c

eaving me standing in my tiny living room

ning in a thousand directions. Pretending t

a picture of Liam, my parents and a

I gotten m