THE BILLIONAIRE'S HIDDEN HEIRS

CHAPTER 4

I'm currently standing in front of the club Amer pointed out to me, holding the paper he gave me. Almost all the buildings here in La Fera Dos are larger compared to La Fera Uno, but among them, the one right in front of me is the largest. Its exterior is impressive, and it seems like only the wealthy on Isla Fera can enter.

I'm not particular about the job I take, as long as it's dignified and respectable. Amer told me he got me a waitress job, making it clear that it wouldn't involve pleasing men. That's fine by me; the important thing is to be able to provide for my children's needs.

I don't want to keep asking for help from the Twins and Amer. I also don't want to rely on their father for support. When I saw Rihav at the mall last week, I felt a sense of inferiority. She's rich, and I'm financially struggling. I fear that one day, my children might leave me and go with their father. They're still young and naive, easily swayed by whatever they desire.

"Miss, are you applying too?" It's as if my soul returned to my body with that question.

I instinctively touched my chest and faced the person, asking, "My friend already gave me something. I just need to hand it to the owner, and then I can start working," I told her.

She nodded and placed her finger on her chin, "Ah, you have a backer. Lucky you, girl. I had a hard time getting in there. Club Highden is in the largest building here in La Fera Dos, so it's a bit strict. But don't worry, I know you can handle it. You're pretty, and you can surely attract some handsome puppy!" she said, seemingly excited.

"Dog?" I innocently asked. She laughed and pulled me into the building, "Handsome and wealthy, not a dog," she replied, ushering me into a room. Just as I was about to leave, she gave me a slight wink and whispered, 'Good luck' before finally closing the door.

I took a deep breath and looked around the room. I noticed a woman sitting and facing me. She smiled at me, so I returned the gesture. I walked towards her and greeted her.

"You must be Amer's friend, am I correct?" she started.

"Yes, Ma'am. I am Amer's friend," I replied in English.

I managed to attend college to some extent, so I'm familiar with that language. It's also the language used in the Madreal household, so I've gotten used to it somewhat.

Amer is right, and you looked pretty. Do you only want to be a waitress here at Highden Club, or are you interested in other jobs for better earnings?" she asked, motioning for me to sit in a chair nearby.

I immediately shook my head at her question, knowing exactly what job she was referring to, and Amer advised me to decline it. "I just wanted to be a waitress here, Ma'am. Amer said that's what they need, so that's the job I'm taking," I replied.

She pursed her lips, giving me a thorough look from head to toe before speaking again, "Sure, you can start later. Don't be late; three times late, and you will be fired immediately. Your uniform is now in your locker, and at the end of the month, you'll receive your salary from me. The club's owner is here every first week of the month; it's better to meet him soon," she explained about my job.

Since it's the first week of the month, it means the club's owner is here. I don't know who he is, but I might get to know him later.

I recalled the paper Amer had given me, which I had handed over to someone named Tessa based on the note left on her desk. She took it, signed something, and gave me a smile.

"Your work starts at 6:00 pm and ends around 11:30 pm. I know your place is far from La Fera Dos, but you have a free room upstairs. You have a rest day, which is only on Sundays. Farahline will guide you to your room."

"May I know Who is Farahline,?" I respectfully asked.

"The girl who pushed you here, she is waiting outside," she pointed to the door.

I nodded and bid farewell since it seemed like she had nothing more to say. She extended her hand, indicating that I could now leave her office. I bowed as a sign of respect before finally stepping out of the room. She wasn't mistaken; Farahline was indeed waiting outside.

"Hi!" I greeted.

I wasn't sure if Farahline and I would get along, but she seemed like a friendly person. She was beautiful, and her figure was evident in the short top and pants she was wearing.

"You're quite far from LFD. Why did you choose to work here?" she inquired as we walked.

We entered the building's elevator, and she pressed the right floor for us. Since I was unfamiliar with the place, Farahline might be the one to help me.

"The pay at La Meyanda isn't that great, so I decided to come here to La Fera Dos," I replied.

"True, I'm from Los Dias myself. Life's tough there, so I moved to LFD."

"By the way, do you know who owns this building?" I asked. I didn't know the owner, and that could be intimidating. I didn't want to mess up and be scolded in front of many people.

"Sir Haiden owns this building and the club downstairs. He's not mean, as long as you don't mess up," Farahline explained. I nodded in understanding. I hoped I wouldn't mess up while doing my job. I didn't want to be scolded; I didn't want to hear anything negative.

We fell into silence as Farahline became busy with her cell phone. It got me thinking about Hacov, the thing he really wanted. I sighed, "It's okay, my son. I'll be able to buy that for you once I receive three paychecks here. You won't have to argue about watching your favorite show anymore."

After a few seconds, the elevator door opened. Farahline exited first, and I followed behind her. There were many rooms here, each with a number on its door. We were now in front of Room 21. Farahline took a key from her pocket and opened the door.

"This is your room," she paused and looked at me.

"Fayre," I introduced myself.

"This is your room, Fayre. No men are allowed in this room unless you want to meet Boss's wrath. The room is fully equipped so that you can install your clothes. I'll get your uniform from your locker for you to try on," she said as we entered the room.

"Oh, no need, I can get it myself," I said, feeling a bit embarrassed.

I didn't want to trouble her. I was new here, and it felt awkward for her to get my things for me.

"I'll take care of it; you focus on your work. Rest a bit; you've traveled quite a distance," she said, holding both my arms and guiding me to sit on the bed.

I didn't argue with her. I didn't want to get into any unnecessary disputes. She bid farewell, mentioning that she would get my uniform. Meanwhile, I placed my bag on the table and glanced around the room.

It wasn't overly spacious, just enough for one or two people since it was relatively large. There was a built-in cabinet in front, a table, and a chair on the side of the bed. I stood up and opened the only door inside the room. It had its own bathroom, compact yet functional.

Returning to the bed, I sat down and opened my small bag still hanging on me. I took out my keypad phone. I missed my children even though we had only been apart for a few hours.

When I left early this morning, they were still asleep. I didn't want to see them crying when I left; otherwise, I might change my mind and stay home. I do this for them, to provide what they want to some extent. They don't often tell me what they want, and if Zav and Zoe hadn't mentioned it, I wouldn't have known.

A few seconds passed before Amer answered my call, "How's it going there, mamsh?" Amer greeted me.

"How are my kids there? Did they cry when they found out I wasn't around? Did they look for me? What's happening there now? Are you taking good care of them?" I bombarded Amer with consecutive questions.

I was worried about the twins; they might have looked for me or started acting out. They're just kids, and such reactions are unavoidable.

"Mamsh, calm down. Your kiddos are fine here. They were looking for you earlier. They cried, saying you're not beside them. Thankfully, I managed to calm them down. Right now, they're happily munching on the chocolate I found in your cabinet. Seems like it's their favorite," the gay guy on the other end said.

I breathed a sigh of relief at Amer's words. I thought something serious had happened, and I might have to go home if they were throwing a tantrum. Luckily, Amer was adept at handling them. The chocolate Zav and Zoe bought also seemed to be a helpful distraction.

"What did you say to my kids, Amer?" I asked sternly.

I heard his laughter before he cleared his throat and spoke, "Well, I told them I'll find their dad as long as they behave. And guess what, mamsh, it worked."

Amer's words felt like a bomb exploded inside me, "You're so effective, huh, fool! What if my kids really searched for me because of what you said, Amer? Rihav can't see them! What if she takes them away from me because I don't have money?! Amer, come on!" My voice raised, irritation building up towards Amer.

There are so many excuses or schemes from those two, and why is their father involved? Don't they understand that I don't want Rihav to see my two kids?!

"Mamsh, I'm sorry. I didn't know what to do; they were both persistent. I'll convince them again that their dad drowned in his nonsense. I'm really sorry, Fay. It won't happen again, I promise. Okay, I have to go back to work, bye!" he quickly said, cutting the line before I could say anything. I sighed. When I return to La Meyanda, you're in big trouble, Amer.

In the afternoon, work at Highden began. I was a bit surprised by the short uniform Farah gave me earlier. She insisted I call her Farah; Faraline was too long, she said. I'm not too particular about clothing, but I really wasn't used to wearing a dress that only reached above my knees. I usually wear shirts, but not as short as this.

I looked at my entire body, facing a large mirror in my room. I held the ends of my dress, joining them behind my back. I couldn't help but frown as I saw how tiny my waist was. Since I returned to Isla Fera and encountered a series of life problems, I haven't been eating correctly.

There are times when hunger catches up with me, but I prioritize my work overeating. I only eat properly when Amer or the Madreal twins are at home, as they scold me when I neglect meals in favor of work. I have no choice but to eat when they insist.

"Girl, are you ready? Our work is about to start," I heard Farah say from outside.

I fixed myself again before stepping out of the room. Farah surprised me with her outfit when I opened the door. We had different roles, and I didn't know what her job was. Her skirt was even shorter than mine, and her top was a black, see-through crop top. She wore knee-high socks and high boots.

"Why are you so shocked?" Farah chuckled at my reaction.

I blinked, "Why are you wearing that? What's your job here?" I curiously asked.

I'm not one to gossip about someone's job, but her attire genuinely surprised me. Her body was quite exposed. Wasn't she uncomfortable? Here I am, wearing a relatively short dress, and she's in that.

"Call girl..." she said, looking at me, "Anyway, later you'll see me on stage dancing."

I nodded as we entered the elevator, heading down to the club. I understand Farah's job; I won't judge her for it. I'm not in a position to do so. I don't know her reasons for choosing that line of work.

We can't judge a person without knowing her point of view.

That thought has always been etched in my mind since college. We can't avoid such actions, but I hope we put them in the right context. We all have feelings, and a single hurtful word can hurt us.

"Why are you quiet? I know you'll say I'm a dirty person. Evil? Not a virgin anymore? Unacceptable in society because of who I am, a s*x worker."

I looked at her, "I won't judge you for your job, Farah. There's a reason why you chose this line of work. I admire you for handling it, enduring the hurtful words people throw about your job."

She let out a bitter laugh and fixed her hair, "We are living in a judgmental society. Others can talk about my job as if I'm already a dirty person. They don't even know why I'm doing this kind of work," she said, and I saw the pain in her face.

"Just ignore those people, Farah. You know yourself better; don't let them get to you."

She smiled at me, "Sometimes I can't help it, I respond to them. Well, people have a low opinion of me."

I felt sad hearing her words. I'm not that kind of person; I don't engage with others because I know myself well. But sometimes, I also think everything will get worse if I fight back. If I let them mistreat me, they'll think even worse of me. I don't know what to do. I prefer to follow what my mind says, not to engage with them further.

"Depends on how below the belt they go. Ultimately, it's up to you whether you engage or not. The key is not to let life's challenges defeat you. There's always a rainbow after the rain, as they say."

She laughed, "I really want to be friends with you," she said with a teasing tone.

I raised an eyebrow, "Why don't you have friends here?"

She shook her head, "Not really, maybe just you," she said, laughing, "If you're okay with being my friend."

"Well, of course," I quickly replied, "But why don't you have friends here?" I asked.

She didn't answer my question because the elevator door opened, and three women, seemingly in the same line of work as Farah, entered. One of them looked me up and down before finally going inside.

I wished the door would close, I thought to myself.

"Farah, the girl, here you are. The notorious flirt, are your nights with Fabio over, or is he fed up with you?" she asked, laughing flirtatiously.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Ella," Farah retorted.

We were inside the elevator, but I could feel the tension between the two. Everything was fine earlier, but when Ella entered, it felt like we were in hell because she seemed to be a relative of Satan.

"The nerve of that woman," she said before looking at me. "Don't get close to that woman; she might steal your man," she warned me.

I chose not to engage with Ella and stuck closer to Farah, subtly slipping my hand into hers. I sensed Ella's anger towards Farah, and while I didn't know the full story, Farah didn't seem like a bad person.

We remained quiet as I overheard Ella chatting with her friends.

"Sir is here with his friends."

"We hit the jackpot later!" one girl exclaimed.

"As long as I have Fabio," Ella hinted, "Lyn, you can have Cydrile, and Karen, Rihav is yours."

I froze upon hearing Ella's last statement. Rihav is here?! What is she doing here?! Why in Isla Fera!

I discreetly pressed my hand against my chest due to the rapid heartbeat; I was scared. My anxiety grew when the door opened. Fay, be careful with your movements later. You shouldn't let her see you. Avoid their area and hide. That's what you should do, Fay.