Chapter 1:
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Daisy Charles burst into her friend Emilia Robert's luxurious living room, her eyes welling up with tears. "Emilia, I can't take it anymore! Mason beats me every time... I asked him to sign the divorce papers, but he refused. He's a monster, and I need to leave this place, ASAP!"
Emilia's expression turned sympathetic as she rose from the couch. "Oh, Daisy, I'm so sorry. You're bruised all over... Come here." She enveloped Daisy in a warm hug.
As they pulled back, Emilia asked, "Do you know Asher Anderson, our childhood friend? The one who wrote you love letters and got shy?"
Daisy's eyes widened. "Asher? My best childhood friend! We had a crush on each other, but that was then..."
Emilia nodded. "I saw him at a socialite party recently. He's a big-time billionaire now. We exchanged contacts, and he keeps asking about you. 'Is Daisy okay? Have you heard from her?' He seems really concerned."
Daisy's eyes sparkled with hope. "Really? You think he could help me?"
Emilia's face set in determination. "I'm sure of it. We'll get you out of this situation, and Asher can provide a safe place for you in another country. You'll be able to start fresh, away from Mason's reach”.
Emilia handed Daisy a piece of paper with a phone number scribbled on it. "Here, take this. It's Asher's number. You can contact him for help, okay? But we need to get you out of here before Mason returns from his trip."
Daisy nodded, her eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Emilia. I owe you one."
Meanwhile, in a luxurious penthouse apartment, Asher Anderson lay sprawled on a couch, his personal assistant, Troy, trying to rouse him from his drunken stupor.
"Asher, man, you need to stop drinking like this," Troy said, shaking his head. "You're a billionaire, a man of dignity. You have businesses to run around the world. You can't keep messing around like this."
Asher groggily opened his eyes, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Shut up, Troy . You're so boring. I need someone like Kendrick , my friend, to bring life to the party."
Troy, who was standing nearby, raised an eyebrow. "I'm not boring, Asher. And I'm trying to keep you from getting into trouble. You can't keep carrying different girls home every night. Don't you worry about STDs or anything?"
Asher laughed, his words slurring. "STDs? Ha! I'm not afraid of that. I'll get a girl tomorrow morning, and I'll settle down. Shut up and drive me home, Troy."
Troy sighed, shaking his head. "You need to change, Asher. This playboy attitude is going to get you into trouble one day."
Asher waved his hand dismissively. "I don't need your lectures, Troy .
Asher was trying to remove the clothes of a lady he had brought home the night before when his personal assistant, Troy, knocked on the door.
"Asher, wake up! You have a visitor downstairs," Troy called out.
Asher groggily got out of bed, still drunk from the previous night. "Just a minute, Troy. I'm busy."
Troy's voice was firm. "Sir, I think you'll want to see this visitor. It's a young lady named Daisy Charles. She says it's urgent."
Asher's eyes widened in surprise. "Daisy? How did she...? No, no, no. I wasn't expecting her to find me so soon."
He quickly got dressed and made his way to the door, trying to compose himself. "Troy, I need a minute. I'm not ready to see her yet."
Troy raised an eyebrow. "Sir, you have a meeting in three hours. Shall I remind you of the details?"
Asher waved him off. "Later, Troy. I'll handle it."
Meanwhile, Daisy was waiting patiently in the lobby, unaware of the chaos she had just walked
Troy ushered Daisy into the luxurious living room. "Please, have a seat, young madam. Asher will be with you shortly."
As Troy disappeared into the bedroom, Daisy couldn't help but notice the lavish decor and expensive artwork adorning the walls.
Meanwhile, Troy found Asher in a compromising position with a girl he had brought home the night before. "Asher, you need to get rid of her. Now," Troy whispered urgently. "Daisy is waiting for you in the living room."
Asher hastily ushered the girl out, instructing Troy to ensure she left through the back door without being seen by Daisy.
As Asher dressed and splashed on perfume, Daisy's eyes wandered around the opulent room, her mind racing with curiosity.
Finally, Asher emerged, flashing his charming smile. "Daisy Charles, my childhood dream girl! You've grown into a stunning beauty!"
Daisy raised an eyebrow, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "And you're quite the charming handsome man now, Asher Anderson."
Asher's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled. "Where have you been, Daisy? I lost all trace of you after we grew up."
Daisy's expression turned somber. "I lost my family in a car crash, Asher. My parents, my siblings... everyone."
Asher's face softened in empathy. "I'm so sorry, Daisy. I know how painful that must be. I lost my dad too, and it was devastating."
Daisy's eyes probed his face, sensing there was more to the story. "And your mom?"
Asher's expression turned guarded. "I don't know her whereabouts, and I don't think I need to."
Daisy instinctively knew there was more to the story, but she didn't press the issue, not wanting to stir up painful memories.
"Asher, I need your help," Daisy said, her eyes pleading. "I need a job. I relocated here for some reason, and I need something indoors. I don't want to work outside."
Asher raised an eyebrow. "You want to work as my maid? My housekeeper?"
Daisy nodded eagerly. "Yes, please. I love cooking, and I'll take care of the house. I'll make sure you eat healthy meals."
Asher chuckled. "Daisy, you went to university, and you have a degree. You can get a better-paying job. You can work with my friend Kendrick's company. He pays his staff well."
Daisy's face fell, but she persisted. "Please, Asher. This is what I want. I want to be a housekeeper. I don't want to work with you or your friend or anyone else."
Asher's expression softened. "Okay, fine. Let me show you to your room. You need to shower and rest. It's a long journey."
As he led her to her room, Daisy's eyes shone with gratitude. "Thank you, Asher. Thank you so much."
Later, Asher handed her his ATM card. "If you need to shop for groceries or anything for the house, use this. And if you need an escort to the market, call Troy, my personal assistant. He'll help you, Daisy."
Daisy's eyes widened as she took the card. "Your pin is my birthdate?"
Asher smiled. "How could I forget? You told me when we were young, and it's stuck in my head."
Daisy's face lit up with a warm smile. "You're still the same, Asher. You still remember everything."
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