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

"Are you familiar with Mercy's hospital? No, this isn't it. We're far from hers, so don't worry. Wait here; I'll be right back.

My vision dissolved into an abyss of darkness, obscuring all sight.

When my eyelids reluctantly opened, the surroundings were strangely reminiscent, coaxing my gaze to adjust to the details.

A white ceiling loomed above, and white curtains adorned the windows, their ethereal grace catching my attention. Yet, as I attempted to move my hand, a peculiar numbness impeded the movement, prompting a voice to interject with a cautionary tone.

"Don't move your hand, Erica, or you'll disturb the cannula."

Internal solitude