Chloe's POV


"Chloe, you're a badass."
I heard someone say as I walked down the hallway. A lot of doctors, nurses, and interns were already out of their stations; most of them were surprised when they heard what happened. "Our beautiful lioness, Richard teased. I just smirked and sat in a corner.
I sighed as I stared at my broken screen. It took me a lot of work to get that phone. I had to work multiple jobs in order to save up enough money for the phone.
I tried turning it on, but it refused to turn on.
"That jerk, I cursed inwardly.
I sat there replaying the incident in my head and felt a little bit sorry for the guy; he didn't see me, the same way I didn't see him. That's why we bumped into each other, but what made me react that way was the fact that he refused to apologise.
Like, who does he think he is?
He looked kind of rich; maybe he was a big businessman.
I just shrugged the thought off. I didn't really care who he was; I just needed to find a way to fix my phone.
After many attempts of trying to turn on the phone, it finally came on, and the message that popped in made me freeze at the spot. It was a text from one of my father's creditors; he was threatening to sell our house if we don't pay him off.
When my father was sick he borrowed money from different people and different companies to pay his debts, and now that he was no more we had to pay off the debts.
I didn't have enough money, and I was merely an intern in the hospital, so I wasn't getting much from there.
I needed to get another job-a well-paying one and fast.
My head was hurting really bad,I was so confused and had no idea what to do.
I smiled slightly as I scrolled through my phone, staring at pictures of Jeremy Fange.
He was my celebrity crush; he was actually a musician.
I knew he would never know someone like me, but there was this inner joy I always felt when I stared at his pictures.
Yeah, I know what you're thinking. I'm a crazy fan girl, but you can't blame me; the guy was really hot.
He had dark, thick hair with light brown eyes; he kind of reminded me of the jerk I saw earlier.
Wait what!!! Why the heck would that guy's face come to mind? I must be going crazy. I sighed and held my head in frustration.
A few hours later, when I was done with my shift, I decided to head straight home because my head was hurting so badly. When I got home, I stood at the front door and froze on the spot when I heard the voices inside the house. I could hear my brother screaming at someone; the person was laughing hysterically, almost sounding like a lunatic.
"Oh no, Bryan! I screamed once I recognised the second voice.
I pushed the front door open and saw my uncle in the living room holding a knife in his hands while Bryan was screaming and crying at a corner. Uncle Mack was a lunatic; I guess he must have escaped from the hospital; he does that frequently.
I quickly went on my knees and began to beg him to leave.
Immediately he saw me; he began to laugh even louder.
"Are you here to rescue your brother, you murderer? he screamed.
"Please, uncle, I said with tears in my eyes.
"What are you begging me for? You and your brother killed the only person I had; you killed my brother."
"You monsters!!" He sat on the floor and started crying. I quickly looked at Bryan and signalled him to call the police, which he did immediately.
I stood there silently watching my deranged uncle cry his eyes out as I fought back the tears in my eyes that threatened to come out.
He wasn't always like this; when my parents were alive, he was said to have a slight mental disorder, but he went fully mad when they died. He lived his entire life with his brother, my dad; he was all he had, and once the one he loved so much died, he just went crazy, and he always blames me and Bryan for the death of his brother, calling us murderers, not minding that we were his blood.
I pitied him a lot. I was currently the one paying for his treatment at the hospital.
Not long after, the police finally arrived and carried him away.
I looked at my brother, who looked really frightened.
"We have to sell this house and find another place. I knew Uncle Mack would break out again and still come straight here, so we needed to move far away.
From one problem to another, I really needed some kind of miracle, I thought to myself. Just then my phone buzzed; it was a message from my friend Derrick.
"Hey dear, have you heard the news? Mr. Davis, one of the biggest billionaires and founder of the BKB Group, is looking for a carer, someone to take care of him. He said he'll pay the person very well and the person would get to live in the Davis mansion. You have to apply for this. You are really good at taking care of old people. The interview is tomorrow; call me when you get this. "I stared at the message on my phone; this was an opportunity for me; I would be able to pay all my dad's creditors and take care of my brother and my uncle.
But would Mr. Davis want to employ someone like me? I thought to myself.

**
Alexander's POV


I walked out of my bedroom sluggishly. Today was my off day, and I was expected to rest, but that wasn't something I was used to. I called out to Harry, who rushed in quickly; he was fully dressed, which was really weird because it was just morning and we weren't going to the company today. "Where's my dad? Isn't he joining me for breakfast?"
"Oh, he has already eaten. He left really early because he has an interview to conduct." I looked up with furrowed brows.
"What interview?"
"The interview for his new carer"
"Why didn't he send someone else to conduct the interview?"
I knew my dad liked to do things with his own hands, but he knew better than anyone else that conducting interviews took a lot of work.
"He wants to carefully select his carer; he plans to give them a series of tests."
"Typical Mr. Davis, I said with a smirk, then proceeded to munch my food.
I sat on the couch, staring at the television. I just finished watching two movies. I was used to working all the time, so I felt kind of bored. I checked the time; it was almost evening. My stomach made a funny sound, and I called out to Harry but got no reply.
Where the heck did he go? I thought to myself.
Then I perceived something delicious; it was coming from the kitchen. I stood up quickly and headed straight to the kitchen.
I guessed Harry must have known that I would get hungry and decided to prepare something for me.
"Hey, Harry, why?" I stopped on my track when I got there. It wasn't Harry that was in the kitchen; it was a female, and she was dishing the food, her back facing me, so I couldn't see her face. Maybe she was a new maid.
I stared at her for a while. From her backside, you could tell she was beautiful; she was so endowed, and the gown she wore brought out her curves. I couldn't lie, she had a really impressive backside.
She turned once she noticed my presence, and in that instance, my heart skipped a beat. I stared at her lost for a while, and then slowly my blood began to boil.
I folded my fist angry as I remembered what she did to me in the hospital.
"What are you doing here?"