A Deal With The Billionaire (English Version)

“Dad, let me help you with that,” Lyrica quickly offered, rushing to her father’s side. The two walked home together. Lyrica worked in their town as a vendor to help support their family. “Alright, carry this sack for me,” her father said with a tired but warm smile. “I told you, Dad, don’t carry this much. It’s dangerous for you,” she said with concern. “I’m fine, hija. Julio wouldn’t let me ride on his cart earlier—it was already full,” her father explained, his exhaustion evident. Seeing his weary face felt like a stab to Lyrica’s heart. “Dad, good thing you’re back. Ambet and Niño have run out of milk,” Cynthia, her older sister, greeted him. She acted as though Lyrica wasn’t even there. Cynthia already had three children—five-year-old Bingo and almost two-year-old twins, Ambet and Niño. Separated from her husband, who was a womanizer and drunkard, Cynthia was unemployed, leaving the burden of raising her kids to Lyrica and their father. “I didn’t earn anything today, Cynthi

Chapt 3 "There’s nothing I can do about it now because she doesn’t have the money to give back. We’d just end up fighting, and I don’t want to add to Tatay’s problems." Thinking of Tatay made me cry even more. "Are you really determined to move to Manila, Lyrica?" he asked. "Of course. There are more opportunities in Manila, Marco. Aren’t you planning to work there too after finishing your course?" I wiped my tears away. "Ah, yeah, Lyrica," he replied absentmindedly. "Just don’t leave money at home anymore, Lyrica. Avoid the problem altogether," Marco suggested. I nodded, and we continued our journey. When we arrived outside Krisha’s house, I quickly fixed myself up. "You already look pretty, Lyrica," Marco teased. "Idiot! I’m just checking if my eyes are still puffy," I snapped at him, which made him laugh. "Oh, so the lovebirds are here!" Mildred teased as soon as she saw us. I rolled my eyes at her. It was always like this every time we met up. "That’s why Lyrica keeps r

Chapt 6The next morning, I went home to change clothes.“Lyrica? Can we talk?” Dad asked me. I nodded and followed him outside the house.“I'm sorry about last night, Dad. I just really felt upset.”“I understand, child. And I’m sorry too for your siblings. You know how they are,” he said with a sigh.“Yes, Dad. By the way, I might finally push through with leaving.”“Oh... Is that so? Are you sure about your plan?”“Yes, Dad. I’ve been saving up for this for a long time. I can help out more if I work in Manila,” I replied with a smile.“You really take after your mom, Lyrica. I know you won’t let anyone stop you. Just take care of yourself there, okay?”“I will, Dad.”And that was how our conversation ended. It was always the same advice from Dad—to be patient with my siblings or just try to understand them.I left the house and went to the terminal.When I arrived at the store, I got straight to work.“Dear, can I get a bag of onions? Also, two bundles of string beans and water spi

"Uh, just ignore those two. Go ahead, put your things in that room, then let's eat," Jessie said, evading my questioning look. I just followed her instructions and stepped out again to join them for dinner."Hey girl, how old are you? You know, you’d be perfect for the place where we work," Misha said."Stupid! Leave Lyrica out of it; she’s pure!" Jessie quickly interjected as she sat at the dining table."Come on, it’s so hard to find jobs here in Manila. She’ll probably end up working there, too. Don’t worry, we’ll take care of her. Don’t act like you didn’t start the same way," Misha teased Jessie.Jessie let out a resigned sigh."Uh, so Lyrica, the truth is, I don’t actually work in an office. I couldn’t get hired by any company here in Manila back then," Jessie began."So I ended up working in a high-end bar, along with these two. No one back in the province knows, so please don’t mention it to Mildred. She’s so nosy," she said, shaking her head."Oh, of course not," I replied wi

I didn’t know what to do when Annika called one morning, crying hysterically.“Ate! Ambet was rushed to the hospital! His fever is extremely high, and he had a seizure!” she sobbed, her voice trembling.“Lyrica, give me the phone. I’ll talk to her,” I heard Ate Cynthia say in a panicked tone.“Hello, Lyrica! We’re at the hospital right now. Ambet’s fever is so high. Send us money. We urgently need it for your nephew!” Ate demanded, her voice frantic.I burst into tears. Who could I even borrow money from? I still haven’t found a job.“Alright, Ate… I’ll send some as soon as I borrow from someone here. Please update me on Ambet’s condition,” I replied, my voice breaking.“Make sure to send it immediately. The doctor prescribed medicine, and we don’t have money to buy it,” Ate said before ending the call.I sat there, paralyzed. Jessie might be able to lend me at least a couple of thousand pesos.I waited for Jessie to wake up, but Shiela emerged from the bedroom first.“Oh, what happen