BILLIONAIRE'S PA

o the gentle sunlight filtering through my lavender curtains. There was an unsettling sense that something was amiss

nease. Standing before the mirror, I gave myself a pep talk, a habit I've developed over the years to bolster my spirits. Shedding my clothes, I stepped into the w

l, steam billowing around me. As I went through the motions of my morning routine, dressing in comfortable clothes, I made a mental n

coast was clear of the dreaded duo. Safely reaching the ground floor, I couldn't help but do a small victo

d at work. Opening the fridge, I surveyed the ingredients at my disposal, contemplating what culinary delight to whip up for breakfast. Despite having a kitchen staff at my beck

thrown a fit, incredulous that a young lady of my age couldn't cook. "The way to a man's heart is through his stomach," she'd chided, prompting my f

peutic for me, a way to channel my energy and express my creativity. I made enough to share with the kitchen staff, who had become accustomed to my

tually beneficial arrangement that allowed me to maintain some semblance of normalcy amidst the chaos of family dynamics. Finishing

room. Curiosity piqued, I approached cautiously, eavesdropp

been bleeding us dry long enough," Aunt Carolin

ibility to her as well," Uncle Melvin's voice

Tiffany. You choose!" Caroline's ultimatum

can't just-" Uncle Melvin's

get out of her house. That ungrateful brat!" Caroline's accusation hit me like a slap i

t I blinked them back furiously. How could my own family turn against me so easily? I had thought t

Windworth," I introduced myself mentally, trying to steady my shaking hands. "The only child of the late R

ull lips, pale skin, and curvaceous figure. My straight, dark hair w

s not meant for my ears. Feeling exposed and vulnerable, I hurried aw