All Chapters of Rescued By The Forty-Five Years Old Zillionaire.: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I was left alone. I sat on the side of the bed, confused. Back then, I wanted to run away from my aunt and Chontel's roof, but now, I just want to serve them inside that house so that Marcov won't see me ever again. Everyone is probably waiting to find someone to love, and hoping to find someone who is ready to save them from the sadness that life brings. I was one of those who asked God for that thing, but I was afraid, and I doubted because Marcov Greyford was the person who showed me the motive. Do I believe it? Is he the answer to my prayers? I spent several days in the hospital. I could have gone out on the first day but Marcov didn't allow me to go out until he was sure that I'm really okay. He just tested everything on me, sugar level, my blood, if I have pneumonia, if I have malaria, and what else. And only then did he agree to discharge me when he found out that all the tests were negative. He said that I shouldn't be worrying about the bill because he would be carrying i

The agent said a lot about the unit we entered. I can hear him but the words he said won't enter my mind as I only pay attention to the beautiful interior of the unit. Obviously, I was regaled as we walked around the unit. It has a large living room that is cleanly painted in white, some parts of the wall have paintings that were actually bought from abroad by famous painters, and there is a living room set that looks like it is often seen in popular series on television. The aroma inside was like a newly opened bottle of tequila with a chocolate flavor.We entered the room. The bed is big but it still can't occupy the wide space, it has its own comfort room inside, a small table on the side, a wardrobe with a stylish design, and even has its own TV. It has a nice kitchen and is very clean. The agent even tried to turn on the tap while explaining something. We went to the living room and the three of us sat down. He and Marcov were talking while I couldn't stop praising this unit wi

Kalvis' good looks when I first saw him had completely disappeared and were covered by his evil character. I thought he was nice, but he wasn't. He's handsome but at the core of being evil.After I saw Kalvis and was pissed because of him, my cousin appeared in front of me. My bag was hanging on his lower arm. Yes, I know it's my bag. With the money I saved before, I bought a second hand designer bag, and now my cousin is using it.l like she earned the money used to buy it."Wow! Nice bag," I said, full of sarcasm. He raised his other eyebrow staring at me. "Of course, do you know it's expensive?"I stand. "Of course, I know, Chontel. Actually it's second hand but it's still expensive. I know the price because it's mine," I said. I took my bag on the table and was about to leave but she grabbed my arm and pulled me so I returned to where I came from earlier. "Why are you so bold now, Veronne? Who are you leaning on?"I pulled back my arm that she held tightly. I'm done letting her

-Marcov-Our single bottle of lady's drink became four until we drank six bottles each. I'm not used to drinking it because my head hurts more when I only drink light, but I think about Veronne, maybe she won't be able to tolerate the alcohol content of a hard drink. Based on what I see of her, her world is literally spinning. She didn't know what to do but to cry. They say it right, alcohol is what brings out a person's true feelings. This woman is vulnerable. The heart she has is fragile and she hardly has time to calm it down. Yes, she says that she can face everything, and that she will be brave when tomorrow comes, but I see something different from what she says. She needs rescue from others, and I won't begrudge her that. I am ready to be her support, an arm to lean on."I did everything for them. I served them! I gave them the love they cannot return to me! Even though they didn't think of me as their blood, I always loved them. It's boring to love people they don't like to

-Veronne-I went to school by taxi. I just started travelling off there but I want to go home already. Today we have a class on the subject and I would be seeing Kalvis since we are the same under that subject. Just thinking about what will happen today makes me lose my energy. Imagining his face made me already lose my hope to have a wonderful day.When I got to school, I immediately went to the locker room. Far away I saw my locker door with sticky notes stuck on it. They call me an orphan and pathetic. We are not high school students but they still do these childish acts. "Hi, cousin!"I turned around. My day is ruined again because of what I saw. It's my cousin wearing her “baduy" outfit. Maybe she is not informed that she is like a madman on the road who is laughed at by many. "Oh, Veronne, why can't I draw your face today? Don't you have a booking?! Oops, my bad. I mentioned your secret here." "You know what, cous? You don't look like Barbie but you're so plastic. I knew alre