Billionaire Falls for Prostitute

Chapter One

Mirabella's povThe old watch ticked relentlessly, a reminder of my mother's absence—I had inherited it from her before she passed—and the countdown to my father's inevitable return. I had spent the day in a whirlwind of exhausting chores, my body aching with each movement. Now, in the fleeting moments of peace, I sought refuge in sleep, praying the timer would wake me before he stumbled home, reeking of alcohol and rage.Suddenly, his booming voice sliced through the silence. "You don't expect me to sell her to you for seventy thousand dollars that I owe you. I can't do that. She is worth far more than that," he said, his time firm but laced with a hint of desperation.I jolted awake, panic flooding my system. My body, still aching from yesterday's beating, protested every movement. The bruises felt like they were etched into my bones, hence making me wince."Shit," I thought, frozen in place. "Has he already seen me? Is he just waiting to unleash his fury once his visitor leaves?