The Impotent Billionaire is My Daughter's Daddy's

Layla Marshall rode her bike early in the morning. The small basket in front of the bike was already full of supplies for Meghan’s restaurant—her stepmother’s. In order for Meghan to pay for Eliza’s hospital bills, Layla was willing to work hard without pay. In front of Hannah Smith’s minimarket, Layla stopped. After parking her bike in front of the store, Layla hurried inside. She had come to pick up the items she usually ordered. Inside the store, Hannah, who was organizing the shelves, immediately smiled upon seeing her friend arrive. “Hi, Hannah. You look beautiful today,” Layla said with a sweet smile. Hannah smiled back, but in a playful manner. “Stop teasing me. These are all the items you wanted. Check them out.” Layla immediately looked into the shopping bag Hannah handed her. Her smile grew wider as she realized all her items were complete. “You’re truly my best friend, Han.” With a tearful expression, Layla briefly hugged Hannah’s shoulder. “It’s Monday, I hope it’s the start of a lucky week for me,” Layla said optimistically. Hannah smiled slightly, but this time there was a hint of sadness on her face. “I hope you find a new job soon. Your family is really crazy. How could your stepmother make you handle all the affairs of her small restaurant while she only comes to count the money? That’s outrageous.” Layla sighed and nodded slowly. “I know. But I have no choice. I have to endure it, so they’ll keep paying for my child’s hospital bills. After becoming a mother, your life means nothing more than your child, Han. Especially for a single parent like me.” Hannah gently patted Layla’s shoulder. “You’re a good and smart girl. If only you hadn’t met asshole man that night. Maybe you’d be a business graduate working at a big company now. How could he be so heartless as to ruin a woman as good as you?” “Everything is fate, Han. At least I don’t feel alone anymore. There’s Eliza, who always understands me.” Hannah nodded, patting Layla’s shoulder again. Offering support in her own way. As both fell silent for a moment, suddenly the sound of something falling came from outside. Layla panicked immediately. “My bike!” They both rushed outside. Outside, they were shocked to see Layla’s bike lying on the ground. Her belongings were scattered everywhere. Eggs were broken, and flour was scattered on the sidewalk. Layla immediately knelt down to save the intact eggs. “Oh, my goodness! My eggs and flour!” Meanwhile, Hannah looked around, searching for who had caused the bike to fall. Her gaze landed on a man in a formal suit standing not far away, the man seemed busy talking on the phone. From his appearance and arrogant manner of speaking, Hannah was sure he was the culprit. With a annoyed expression, Hannah muttered, “Damn it. Do you think I’m stupid?” Without thinking twice, Hannah grabbed some of the intact eggs and threw them at the man. “What the hell!” the man shouted in surprise, dodging the eggs. But when the man turned his face, Hannah was stunned. It was Trystan! The young CEO who frequently appeared on TV. “Oh, my God! He’s that famous billionaire,” she exclaimed. “Don’t get involved with him.” Panicking, Hannah immediately ran into the store, leaving Layla still busy saving the eggs one by one. Trystan turned to look at Layla. His face was filled with anger. But before he could approach her, a black car pulled up in front of him. A man got out of the car and opened the back door. “Sir, it’s time for the meeting with Mr. Thompson,” the man said, surprised to see Trystan’s expensive suit was dirty. “What happened?” Trystan snorted angrily. “This is such a terrible day.” Before getting into the car, Trystan shot Layla a sharp glance. “I won’t forget you.” He stared at Layla as he took off his suit and got into the car. The car drove off, leaving Layla still busy with her damaged belongings. **** That afternoon, the Tasty Bites restaurant was packed. Customers kept coming in, the sound of orders mixed with the ringing of delivery orders and the aroma of hot food wafting from the kitchen forming the backdrop to the current state of the place. Layla was rushing around, handling everything alone. Her hands moved quickly, serving spaghetti, taking new orders, while answering incoming calls. “Yes, this is Tasty Bites. Three portions of black pepper chicken? Alright. Just share your location. Yes, thank you.” Before she could finish taking the order, an old man tapped the table with his spoon. “Waitress! Where’s my orange juice?” Layla nearly dropped the plate in her hands in panic. Sweat drenched her forehead, her face flushed from exhaustion. “Sorry, sir! Just a moment!” Amid the chaos, the restaurant door opened. A breeze swept into the room, carrying the scent of Sophia’s luxurious perfume. With her hair neatly combed and wearing a fashionable outfit from a renowned brand, Layla’s step-sister stood in the doorway. Her expression was flat, slightly mocking, as she watched Layla frantically busy. “Just like a maid,” she muttered. “Shopia!” Layla called out with a relieved expression. “Thank goodness you’re here. Can you help watch the restaurant for a bit? I have to deliver an order, and I can’t just leave the place like this.” Shopia crossed her arms over her chest, her eyebrows raised sarcastically. “What? I’m here because Mom told me to check if you’re working or just slacking off. Not to work. That’s not my style. It’s not like I want my freshly manicured nails to get dirty and ruined again.” Layla held her breath, trying to stay calm. “Please... just fifteen minutes. I promise. I’ll be back soon.” Shopia looked around, glancing at the cash register. She seemed to be smiling as she thought about something. “Alright. But don’t expect me to serve customers, clean the tables, or wash dishes. I just want to sit at the cash register. If anyone gets angry, tell them to find you.” Layla nodded quickly. “Alright. That’s more than enough. Thanks, Shopia.” Shopia didn’t answer. She just walked lazily to the back of the cashier's desk and sat down, playing with her phone. Layla quickly grabbed the prepared food bag and ran out of the restaurant, casting a hopeful glance at the sky. Hoping it wouldn’t rain today. Layla had already sped off on her motorcycle, carrying a large bag filled with ordered food. The restaurant’s doorbell rang softly, leaving behind the bustle and... Shopia standing behind the cash register, picking at her nails with a bored expression. Her eyes glanced at the customers eating. Some tables were starting to empty. A woman called out, but Shopia pretended not to hear. The only thing that caught the girl’s attention now was the cash register drawer that wasn’t locked properly. Carefully, Shopia opened the drawer. Her eyes sparkled at the sight of the randomly arranged bills. “Nice,” she murmured softly. She took a wad of cash and quickly slipped it into her small, expensive-looking handbag hanging from her shoulder. “I can pay off the debt I used for last night’s party,” she whispered, flashing a crooked smile on her face.