The hot billionaire’s obsession

The day continued still, a very slow, and painstaking torture. Every customer interaction that is going on in the cafe, every sounds of spoons against mugs, felt so loud because of the weight of Alexander Steele's threat. Emily dug the expensive napkin from her apron pocket, a constant reminder of the hard situation she found herself in.Finally her shift ended, she hurried out, the crisp autumn air offering little help. The short walk to her apartment was a moment of worry, Never had she felt such fear. Every bill of debt notice plastered on her door seemed to scream at her, a constant reminder of her financial situation.Unlocking the thin door, she was greeted by the familiar warmth of her tiny apartment. The worn furniture and tiny carpet made her feel even more wretched than usual. How could she possibly afford to "pay back" Alexander Steele for something that was clearly an accident?Exhaustion finally took hold and Emily collapsed on the couch, burying her face in a pillow. Te

A woman with clear blue eyes and a perfectly coffee blonde hair stood at the doorway. Her designer dress gummed to her slender figure, and an air of superiority radiated from her like heat. Each perfectly manicured nail seemed to be like a weapon, poised to notice any imperfection."You must be Emily," she said, her voice cold and condescending. "I'm Isabella, Alexander's… associate."Associate? The word felt loaded, and a feeling of uneasiness ran down Emily’s spine. Was she his business partner, his confidante, or something more?"It's nice to meet you," Emily managed to say out loud, forcing a smile that felt odd against Isabella's cold demeanor.Isabella's smile was lacking warmth. "Likewise, I'm sure. Alexander will be joining us shortly for dinner. He has a… particular dislike for lateness."The unspoken threat hung heavy in the air. She nodded curtly, feeling like a small-town mouse dropped into a den of lions.Hours later, dressed in a borrowed dress that felt more like a cost

The annoyingly white walls of the hospital room seemed to close in around Emily with every passing hour. The dull ache in her ankle was a constant reminder of the accident that had turned her life upside down. Days fell into one another, paused only by the arrival of nurses and the occasional routine of medication and physical therapy.One bright morning, a new face appeared at the door. Dr. David Moore, young and charming with a gentle smile and warm brown eyes, introduced himself as the physician assigned to her case. He gave out a calm aura that put Emily at ease, a big difference to the hurried efficiency of the other staffs in the hospital.David's visits became a highlight of Emily's day. He wasn't just interested in her ankle – he asked about her life before the fall, her dreams, her fears. He spoke of his own passion for medicine, his love for hiking and exploring hidden paths a passion he hoped to share with her once she was back on her feet. He spoke very carefully, takin

The sterile white walls of the hospital felt like they were closing in on Emily. Days turned into weeks, and the silence around her was frustrating. She was trying to put all the pieces together but she could not. David was a ghost, replaced by a string of uncaring doctors. Alexander remained a whirlwind of empty promises and quick visits. He hardly bothered to stay back and talk to her. Their stolen moment on the rooftop felt like a dream, tainted by the revelation of his family secret.One day, while staring out the window, thinking about the things going on in her life presently and the people involved, when Emily noticed a delivery person leave a small brown package outside her door. Curiosity piqued, she reached for it, a sense of hope flickering within her. It had no sender's address, just her name written on the brown paper in a haste. Her heart pounded as she tore it open, revealing a book titled "Hidden Trails." A small note slipped out, the words familiar yet unsettling:"R