Her Billionaire Doctor

with a golden floor and wall. An upside-down-flower-vase-like light dangling in the center of the ceiling

l pink thigh-length gown with her long wavy hair tucked behind one of her ears descended the navy-blue

. The thumps of her heartbeat raced with the soothi

t the young girl in awe as soon as her feet reached the end of the stairs and carried her through the red ca

ting for her in the middle of the path with his hands hidden behind h

them, and the man kneeled before her. His hand lifted an opened box with a sapphir

er mouth, that girl named Esma shifted her gaze to her mot

still in his kneeling position, battl

ts thundered throughout the room, co

d for so long to hear. He put the ring on her finger. His hands the

he whispere

itnessing the happy couple who now walked

in turn. Their joyous smile while patting her shoulder and congratula

st; you will be someone's wife soon." Esma's thumb

I can't see you

on their heels, facing Mrs. Ellen Durmaz, the mother of the man whom she would marry, Erhan Durmaz. That woman held her palm w

," the woman's husband, Altan Du

hy don't you get o

enter of the room, watched by the guests and families. They then danced along with the music with

e ballroom, stopping Esma and Erhan's feet from dancing. Their gazes

blush; complaint escaped out his gritted teeth. H

er voice. The dreadful pale face of the young woman stared at her black flat shoes

ly nudging one of the glasses she was holding on a big tray and its water rained the man's pa

p her treat her wound." She instructed one of the female servants to take care of the girl who kept cleaning the floor of the mess. "Miss...stop it.

it won't happen again." That woman showcased a deep bow to Esma, Erhan, and t

o trail behind her. Before she vanished, swallowed by the closed door,

*

, she criticized that girl for the mess in the ballroom she c

w that Dr. Erhan Durmaz is our best client? Y

hose head was still bent, giving up the woman's rage. That woman's

uited her to work on the cruise. As a fresh graduate, getting a job was hard; the company

me one more chance." Her palms raised in front of her chest form

one more mistake, you wi

you,

the kitchen, leaving Yara who could finally

into her mind. Her shout and curse crammed her head, followed by slaps on her face, complaining about h

m she found out as Esma. Unlike her, that girl possessed all the good t

not sufficient to buy skincare like other girls her age did. Her eyes moved

ed her and froze her in her spot that she didn't real

rself to get back to reality and accept her des

g her task, she had the urge to take a pee. Yara then dashed out of the

d into a man who was staggering with a bottle of drink i

et her reach nowhere. She wriggled, attempting to set herself free o

, fighting against him

his eyes. In no time, one of the man's palms pinned her shoulder to the wall. Throwing aw

s in his disgusting tone of voice m

grasped his wrist away from her face;

ot Yara's growl, but the shout of t

he corner of her eyes; her he