CCLAUDIAH

BILLIONAIRE'S LAME excuse.
This story delves into the real experiences of life, so as you embark on Erica's journey, keep in mind that it will include profound romantic language, and corresponding actions may unford. N.B no rape.

Excerpt;
  He stood up from his chair in his office and advanced towards me,not knowing what his intensions were.positioning himself just a couple of feet away. As he witnessed my perplexed look, he moved closer, I can't think,my feelings made with a jumble of uncertainty. Leaning in, he gently kissed me, leaving me in a state of surprise I flushed my eye lids continuously. With his warm breath brushing against my face, he softly whispered, "Erica, tell me what's going through your mind."
I swallowed hard. 

With a glimmer and curved lips he straightened his eyes with mine " that's right, write what you're feeling in your upcoming chapter."

BILLIONAIRE'S LAME excuse, follows the life of a young woman named Erica who starts working at the mansion of a billionaire. But her innocence leads to a romantic involvement with her boss, resulting in her being let go from her job.

With endurance Erica embarks on a challenging path to rebuild her life. Through hard work, determination,and with the help of her to be brother in law as a fortunate opportunity, in no time Erica climbed the ladder of success and eventually becomes a self-made billionaire. 

Erica decides to pursue a career as a writer and eventually reconnects with her former boss.

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This story highlights Erica's capacity to conquer obstacles, reshape her life's story, and discover fulfillment in both her personal and professional aspects.

Enjoy reading it.

Billionaire's LAME excuse

I hoped to emerge from the shadow of his absence, stronger and more courageous, carrying the bittersweet lessons of a love that had slipped through my grasp and reshaping my story.

CHAPTER FIFTEENTH

That night, as he returned home, a sense of reality intruded upon the bubble of fleeting bliss we had shared at the leisure house. "I have things to do at home, so let's get back, okay?" His words, though polite, carried the weight of responsibilities that faced him to a life beyond those charming nights.

Understanding the demands of his world, I couldn't help but agree, "Yes.

Acknowledging that he was a busy man with commitments that extended beyond our shared moments of joy. The memories of those two nights at the leisure house lingered like a soft melody playing in the recesses of my mind as we drove.

DESPARATION