NIRELLE
Hearing my mom take a deep breath and the silence that followed, even if it was for a few seconds, scared me more than I would like to admit. I don't know who to believe: this billionaire sitting in front of me with cautious eyes and caring for me in ways I didn't think possible, or my mom, who had put years of emotional baggage on me.
"Nirelle," she finally let out, but I could not place the emotions behind her eyes. I wanted to stand in front of her and watch her lie to my face because I was almost certain that she would.
"Where are you getting all of the bullshit from?" She asked with a laugh, as if she was ready to sweep it all under the carpet and never go there again.
"Bullshit?" I copy her tone, and she makes a sound of approval from the back of her throat.
"How can you
