All Chapters of The Billionaire's Oasis : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The sun seeping through the window of my room awakened me. I pulled myself up, and a curse fell out of my lips when my head throbbed painfully. When I thought that it was already bad, my stomach growled. That's when I realized that I hadn't eaten anything since last night. Without washing my face, I dashed towards the fridge. Fortunately, there are still canned goods left in my small pantry. While waiting for the rice to cook, I'm drinking the coffee that I made, its warmth helps to at least alleviate the pain. I rubbed my bleary eyes and walked to the window to open the curtains. There was a pearly glow in the sky. The warm breeze fondled on my face. I looked at the time on my phone and saw that it's nine in the morning. It's Sunday and I have no work. This is the perfect time to buy groceries. I looked for my purse, and my face contorted when I saw that I only have a few dollars left. These are just enough for my grocery expenses only, and I still have other expenditure. Where

"I'm really sorry on behalf of Garren's behavior towards you," Aunt Esther said in an apologetic voice. So Garren is his name... I wasn't able to hear it clearly earlier because my mind was too preoccupied. When he asked me who I was, I was tongue-tied and couldn't answer his question. If it wasn't for Aunt Esther who arrived at that scene, I would still be stupefied. You can't blame me, though. It never crossed my mind that we would meet again. I don't know if the universe is in the mood to play with me or if this is just a mere coincidence. I'm leaning more towards the latter. I shammed a smile. "No worries. I know that he's just shocked." "What are you doing there anyway?" I cleared my throat. "I wanted to see the garden at the back. I wasn't aware that he was there." She handed me the glass of juice. "Garren often swims whenever he has no work and just stays at home. It's kind of his stress reliever." I nod and keep in mind to avoid going on the back of the house whenever

"You seriously look like a zombie right now." I glared at my brother through the screen. "Do you feel the need to mention that every damn minute?" Archeus chuckled. "I guess so." Earlier this morning, he called me and said that he had good news. "Whatever. So how's your science congress?" "Well, that's actually the main reason why I called you." I hummed. "Spill it." "Wait." He disappeared from the screen, and after a while, he came back with a trophy in his left hand. My eyes widened. "Wait, don't tell me..." A smug grin appeared on his face. "I won the research congress." My lips curled into a wide smile. "Oh my God! Congratulations, Arch! I'm so freaking proud of you! Come here, let your sister give you a kiss." The smile on his face faded. "You just ruined the moment," he said, feigning a disgusted face. I glared at him. "You're so rude! I was just asking for a kiss. Just in case you forgot, if it wasn't for me, you would not be able to attend that event." "My deepest

I gently kissed Greyson's forehead and turned the lights off before I left his room. I climbed downstairs and went straight to the kitchen, where I found Aunt Esther making coffee. "How's the kid?" she asked me. I already told her what happened. "He's sleeping in his room already." I sighed heavily. "He told me that he's fine, but I'm still worried about him." She offered me a cup of coffee, but I refused because I would certainly have a hard time sleeping if I drank it "Did he tell you what his reason was for punching that kid?" she asked. I shook my head. "Unfortunately, he always avoids my questions related to that. But I'm confident that he would not do such a thing without any valid reasons." "You're absolutely right. Greyson is a logical kid," she declared. "But how about you? Are you alright? Oliver told me that you also got into a scuffle." I smiled sheepishly. "I wasn't hurt at all, aunt. Don't worry about me. But you know what? I'm still angry about that woman who hu

"I've already lost count of how many times you sighed." My train of thoughts was disrupted when Cynthia, who's sitting beside me, spoke. We are currently in the front yard of the mansion. The warm rays of the Saturday sun is fondling on my face. "Come on, tell me what's bothering you. Maybe I can help and give you advices." I arched a brow and threw her a dubious look. "I doubt that you can do that." She rolled her eyes. "Shut up. I can be sane and normal sometimes, you know. On a serious note, spill what's on your mind." I pursed my lips together, thinking. Cynthia has been working for the Montreal family longer than me. So perhaps she can really give light to my questions. I took a deep breath. "Have you met Greyson's mother before?" I know that Aunt Esther forbade me to talk about her, but the conversation that I had with Greyson two days ago has been bothering me, and I couldn't stop my curiosity from kicking in. The smile on Cynthia's face faded, and that's whe