Billionaire's beautiful addiction

Sudden bankrubt

Nina's POV Another day of my Aunt forcing me to clean up the messy surroundings caused as a result of her children's silly night party. It's so tiresome and energy-draining, but who am I to complain about my situation when I know the next sentence they would say? They knew mentioning how my parents had died and how they were the only ones kind enough to take me in would make me bend my head low in remorse. My aunt and her family wouldn't stop by that but continued to rant on how I had escaped to live on and abandoned my parents to die on a cold night when they had no tiny clue of the real incident. Mentioning my deceased parents does nothing but completely uncover the wound that is partially beginning to heal since I now had someone to rely on. Someone anonymous but reliable and trustworthy to speak my fears to. I inserted more pressure on the mop to clean the dirty tiles when I heard Sandra's footsteps. "Yoo, bitch!" she yelled and halted her steps on the last stair. "Good mornin