Billionaire's Forever Love

I awoke from my slumber and turned off the alarm clock. Why does morning have to arrive so early? I pondered. I took a look around; my flat isn't large, but it's also not small. I worked three jobs a day for a year to pay for this flat. I have one bedroom with an attached bathroom, one guestroom, a kitchen, a living room, and a balcony in this apartment. I live alone in this flat, which is why it is plenty for me. Amelia Sophie William is my name. In New York City, I live alone. In this city, I have no relatives, but I do have two great friends who treat me as if I were their own. Regan is like a brother to me, and he has always been there for me during my difficult moments. Then there's Emily, who is like a sister to me, and her family treats me as if I were their own child. We've been best friends since college. They came to my aid while I was being bullied by a few students. We became best friends from that point on, and Regan and Emily were best friends during high school. You're probably wondering, "Where are my parents?" Well, they perished in a car accident on their way home from work when I was 15 years old, and from then on, I lived with my Aunt, whom I despise to the core of my being. Now I'm working three jobs. I'm trying to enjoy my life, yet this apartment makes me feel lonely at times. I worked as a server in a tiny café in the mornings, a librarian in the afternoons, and a babysitter in the evenings for Asher, a five-year-old child. I'm looking for a single job after these three. I graduated from university with a business degree, so I applied to several companies for P.A. positions, but I have yet to hear back from any of them. I got out of bed and proceeded into the bathroom, where I completed my daily tasks. To match my attire, I chose to wear blue trousers and a white blouse. I was dressed in a brown coat. I wore my brunette hair in ponytails and wore very little makeup. I entered the kitchen and began making bread with an egg. After finishing my breakfast, I went to my first job, which is about a 10-minute walk away. Because I don't own a car, I either walk or use the bus because I can't afford a taxi. I entered the café, which usually makes me feel at ease. The owner of this café is rigorous, yet he can also be lovely. I walked into the restroom to change into the café's uniform, which was a white T-shirt with a blue skirt, and then I went to begin working. Blake yelled from the kitchen, "Amelia, can you take an order for table no 4"? "Yeah, certainly." I yelled back. Blake and I are acquaintances. He was the one who taught me how to do this job when I first came here, and we became friends after that. When I first started this job, I wasn't sure if I could do it, but he made me realize I could do this, and now here we are. To take the orders, I proceeded to table number #4. There were two boys at that table, and based on their school uniforms, I assume they go to school. "Good morning, sir, and what would you like to order?" I inquired gently. "I want scrambled eggs," said the first boy at the table to my right. "I want French toast," said the second youngster, who sat across from the first. With a nod, I collected their orders and went into the kitchen to complete them. Today was busy as usual, so I worked like a robot and didn't take a single break. This café is well-known in the neighbourhood for its great food, which draws people in for a morning coffee or breakfast. ✽✽✽✽✽ "I'm leaving Blake," I declared. Before I walked out of the café, I heard him call back, "OK." Now that it's noon, I'm done with my work here. After changing out of my uniform and into my ordinary attire, I went to my second job. I went to the library and began my work by putting the books on the shelf in the correct sequence. This job's employer is really unpleasant; if we make even a minor error, she will scream like a demon, and I despise her. When I arrived 5 minutes late one day, she screamed as if I had stolen her money. I haven't been able to understand her for a year now. "LEMIA!" Someone shouted from behind, and I knew who it was without turning around. She's my ruthless boss. She consistently mispronounces my name. I'm not sure why she doesn't recognise my name. I'm convinced she mispronounced my name intentionally to anger me. I corrected her, "It's Amelia, not Lemia," as I turned around to face her. "Whatever," she cynically answered. "I want you to check that shelf again," she said, pointing to the right-hand shelf, "because I think you made a mistake last time by keeping the books in order," she smirked. She always assigns me two tasks at a time. She is truly nefarious. I'd like to leave this job, but I'm unable to do so. I require money to cover my expenses. I began doing what she instructed me to do with a sigh, knowing that if I continued to irritate her, I would lose my job, which I couldn't afford. I moved on to my third job after finishing the second. It took me half an hour to get there from the library. Asher lives in a large house with his parents, who are both doctors, and are always on the job. I pressed the doorbell button, and Mrs. Millan opened the door after a little wait. I could tell she was in a rush from her expression. "Hello, Mrs. Millan. How are you doing?" I smiled as I greeted her. "Hello Amelia, I'm fine," she replied with a smile. Amelia, in fact, I'm in a rush. You could walk into Asher's room and take care of him as you know what to do. I'll be back at 9:00 p.m. as usual," she said quickly. "Yes, Mrs. Millan, I'll look after him. You don't have to be wary of going to work," I reassured her. "Thank you, Amelia," she responded with a smile. "Mrs. Millan, welcome!" I then proceeded to Asher's room. "Hii, Lia," he said as soon as I entered his room, squeezing my legs and greeting me with the nickname he had given me. "How are you doing, Asher?" I inquired as I knelt at his level. He replied with a broad smile, "I am fine." He made a cute expression and asked, "Lia, may we play hide and seek today?" I don't know how I was going to say no to such a charming young man. "All right, we're going to have some fun." I gave him his food to eat after playing with him. I took him to his room after dinner, since he had fallen asleep. I tucked him into his bed and wrapped his blanket over him. I left his bedroom after double-checking that he was warm, closing the door behind me. Mrs. Millan returned from her shift around 9:00 p.m. I bit her farewell, before heading to my lonely apartment. Something drew my attention as I was walking down a quiet alley. Two men were bickering. Because I didn't want to put myself in their shoes, I looked down and began walking towards my flat. I'm aware of what happens late at night in this alley, and I don't want to be a victim. I was strolling when they became aware of my presence, which caused my heart to race. I took a deep breath and accelerated my pace, but it was in vain as one of the men grabbed my forearm and brought me to a standstill. The other man put his grubby palm over my mouth and muzzled my scream before I could let out a scream. "well, well, well, who we have here on this lovely night". I wanted to get away from their filthy clutches, but I couldn't due to his tight grip on me. Tears began to stream down my cheeks. "I think this night is going to be a lot of fun having this lovely creature among us," the other man said, licking his lips. "Yes, brother, and I couldn't wait to taste her." Knowing what they were up to, I began shaking my head. I was startled to feel his hands on my body. They made me feel disgusted and humiliated. I didn't know what to do, but one thing was certain: I wasn't going to let them take advantage of me. I need to act quickly before they strip me of my dignity. I shut my eyes and bit his hands hard, causing him to withdraw his hand and curse at me. Without spending any more time, I punched the other man in the face, causing him to lean over. As soon as I noticed them being distracted, I dashed to the other side, causing them to become aware of the situation and begin following me. I was panting and pleading for assistance, but no one came to my aid. I was panting and my legs felt like they were about to give up. I only ran for 5 minutes, but it seemed like I had been running for hours. But I was not going to succumb to them, no matter what. I dashed to the other side of the street as I heard the sound of a cop car approaching, allowing me to breathe a sigh of relief. I turned around to check behind me, and there was no one behind me. When they see the cop car, they flee. I came to a halt and began painting heavenly. They'll probably come after me again if I don't get to my flat soon. I forced my legs to move with determination and began walking towards my destination while glancing around me. After arriving at my flat, I changed into pyjamas and a T-shirt and ate the breakfast leftovers that I had prepared earlier in the day. I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the photo frame on the nightstand of my parents; we had once been a happy family, but all changed when they died in a car accident, leaving me alone in this cruel world. I could feel tears building in the corners of my eyes, so I shook my head and shifted my gaze to the other side before sobbing as I always do. Not to mention the fact that I was nearly r***d today. I was about to go to bed when my phone began to ring. I took the call and answered it. "Hello," I said to whoever was at the other end of the line. "Hello, am I speaking with Amelia William?" I was perplexed when a lady at the other end of the line asked. "Yes, my name is Amelia William, and may I inquire as to who this is?" "I'm Julie from Anderson.co, and I'm calling to tell you that you've been selected for the P.A. interview." "WHAT?!" In a state of ecstasy, I inquired. "Yes, you are keen to come in for an interview tomorrow at 8:00 a.m." "OK, I'll be there, thank you," I replied with a broad smile. "All right, then I'll see you tomorrow." We said our goodbyes with a "bye" and then hung up. I can't believe I've been chosen for an interview at New York's largest corporation. Despite the fact that I was almost r***d, I choose to look on the bright side. I was asked for the interview, which is a huge deal for me right now. I've been waiting for this moment for a long time, and now it's finally here. I drifted off to sleep with the interview on my mind, oblivious to the incident that had occurred only two hours before.