Destined To Be: The Trillionare is Mine.

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nd me. My entire life had changed in the blink of an eye. Only a few days had passed since my parents' accident-since they were taken from me in a way I could n

short time. I had begged my uncles and aunts to let me stay, to give me a small space in the house where I'd grow

t us to carry your troubles on our shoulders," my Uncl

were a stranger. "It's best you find your own way, dear. Yo

ess, and utterly alone. My only choice was to leave everything I had ever known. With one last glance at the ho

t, someone was about to enter my life

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ed in the doorway of a closed shop. I hadn't eaten in nearly three days and could feel my strength slipping away. Each step felt heavier than th

spun around me as I stared at the ground, my vision blurring. I closed my eyes,

miss, are

with a gentle expression. He had dark, piercing eyes, a neatly trimmed beard, and wore an expensive suit that looked like it belonged

asked again, his gaz

uldn't find the words. Instead, a single tear rolled

his hand toward me. "Let'

ting for those words. I nodded weakly, allowing him to

lm and steady. "I live nearby and couldn't help b

ged to whisper.

sit down to rest. When the food arrived, I couldn't hold back. I ate as if it were my first meal in ages

lora, forgive me if I'm overstepping, but...what happened to you

e rejection from my family. I explained everything to him, leaving out no details, my voice trembling

as as if I'd shed a weight I didn't realize I was carrying. Ma

s voice filled with empathy. "Losing your parents, being abandoned by

till struggling. However, there was something about the way he looked at me

ark said, his tone resolute. "

hoed, unsure of

t least until you figure out your next steps. And if t

him, yet something in his eyes reassured me. Mark didn't seem like he was offe

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thtaking view of the city. Mark had led me here, insisting that I make myself at home. It was strange being in such a luxurious space

said gently. "Consider this pla

as a small luxury, but it felt like a miracle. As I lay there, staring up at the ceiling, I couldn't help but wonder

he was home, he made time to talk to me, asking about my day, sharing stories from his life, and listening a

Mark looked at me thoughtfully. "Flora, have you t

aotic that I hadn't even considered the future. "I...I do

thing, what would it be?"

anted to do something meaningful. Something that would make m

ou're stronger than you think, Flora. And I have a

e since my parents' death, I felt like I had a purpose, a reason to

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eaned back and gave me a contemplative look. "Flora, there's som

sked, sensing a s

g his words carefully. "An arrangem

nsure of what he meant. "

n trust, someone who can stand by me in public. I have a reputation to uph

, and now he was suggesting an arrangement that sounded...intense. But as I thoug

ship involve?" I asked,

d attend events together, present ourselves as a couple. In return, you'd

unconventional, but given my circumstances, it could be the

cautiously, "ar

ond this p

is would be a professional arrangement. You'd be free to make your own c

ebuild my life and start fresh. And Mark had been nothing but kind and respectful.

his gaze with newfound determination.