The Billionaire's Fake Bride

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en on a relentless

ner on our block, I finally made my way to the Marriott company, w

althy clients i

tion but are unwil

same restroom over fifty times, all because s

I never felt at ease with how the privileged looked d

g a party with my best friend,

charming guy who had every gi

it was incredible. I craved more, so I sneaked out to se

t mother was the one who found out about my unexpected situa

ant, feeling I had brought shame upon them and ruined their plans

y in England warned their children to avoid. Ev

for New York after my pa

rogram, labeling her a bad influence, so I mov

daughter was born were plea

ever, and my first job as a janitor mark

y daughter, but I sacri

ples and hoping the throbbing pain wo

tment to the Marriott office, and I can only

, they devoured her lunch and dinner, leaving her to fend for herself. Bri

rd day in and day out-but sometimes

to spill as a sharp pain radiates through my back f

rown hair, recalling what Audrey's teac

often drowsy, struggled to breath

en't paid enough attention to these signs. I'm constantly t

e forced out of school, and we could end up homel

lts me back to reality. I quickly whisper a prayer an

everyone is expected to perform at the

I've learned to push my worries

twenty employees, and I'm desper

d through the intercom, sending my heart rac

aight, eager to catch every word. She c

he commands sharply, cutting off

my way briskly to the manager's office, my mind racing w

n't handle any bad news right now; my plate is already overflowing. My

ar her say, and

es, and my heart skips a beat. Are thos

emarks without looking up from her laptop, a

assigned to clean the boss's office

ing to happen. I'd rather face anything than take on

this week. Why me? I'm just a junior staff membe

incerely hope it's n

take. I can't clean the boss's offic

er. You're just a janitor. I suggest you st