Breaching The Billionaire's Contract

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sting with unshed tears as I watch the little boys run happily around the slide. Vivid memories of when I first h

ildren to play with the rest of the other kids who were running around

m the children in the background bring a kind of serenity to me—a rare occasion for my turbulent mind. Sometimes,it is

dly raised by my dad,a businessman who ran one of the fast

om, despite his busy schedule. I was the typical rich brat who went shopping all the

d declined and received a call informing me that my father had been rushed to the hospit

t that rendered the company bankrupt and how we were in serious debt to the tune of a billion dolla

al's dean and a man about a surrogacy plan with a payment of one billion dollars. I waited for the other man to leave before approaching the dean, who

h I can't even remember, and five days later, after convincing my father that I had a new job that required me to leave the country,I signed the

allowed to step a foot outside the mansion unless necessary till I gave birth, and all means of communication with the outside world were blocked. I had given birth to twins—both boys—on a ra

th a letter informing me the contract was over. I nearly lost my mind because I had already formed a bond with the children, but I r

a plague whenever I ran into them. I managed to find a job as a waitress in a club, but it was barely enough to cover my expenses. I was so broken that I never knew the point of living until one day when I received a packa

enough for me, and thankfully, I made a new friend over t

g me from my thoughts, and a smile finds its way to my lips as I

ns cheerfully. Jake has a vibrant aura, and I

from behind. I try to struggle, but my efforts are futile, and I hear Jake's fading voice asking if every

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watch the man who is giving the financial report for one of my hotels stutter. The bas

pes my throat before I continue."At least make an effort when you are trying to lie t

ns would complain if their sums were not adding up,

r, and he falls to hi

instruct coldly. The loud wails from the man

ou. I never entertained dishonest people and was termed ruthless by the entire city becau

y, signals me. Ah,

the look of relief that appears on the faces of the old men in

ion Maybach is parked, and my guard quickly opens the back seat door where I settle b

be five and usually ask of their mother, to which I skillfully divert the topi

n my dreams all these years is beyond me. It doesn't help that the young

with her shoulder-length red hair and green eyes. I am not into commitments, and all I do are flings with no strings

ng the twins. It was quite a surprise that the stalker was actually the

elp me either; I unknowingly find myself thinking about her mo

obably j

little minx out of my head. A smirk form

rom trusting people, and they are part of the things that built me to be this successful, and I woul