PROBLEMS

The Quality of the cars parked at the venue entrance overwhelmed me. the large red carpet stretched out, flanked by sponsor banners where photographs were taken. Designer-clad women, their shoes screaming sophistication, filled The area. Among them were high-class celebrities, influencers, and those accompanying wealthy business tycoons as mistresses.

It wasn't my attire or appearance that made me feel inferior; it was their eloquence and elegance that set them apart. I glanced at Alexa, engrossed in a conversation with other girls. She belonged here; I didn't. My thoughts snapped back to reality when I was jostled to the side, nearly losing my balance.

As screams erupted and camera flashes intensified, the crowd surged past me. Damn these heels! I muttered under my breath, too pressed for time to be angry. Leaning forward, I sought the cause of the commotion... and there he was. The man I'd been evading for months—the heir of the MILLER empire, wealthier than even the president. Dominic MILLER. His name sent shivers down my spine. My father's creditor stood before me, the man I'd meticulously avoided. I'd been served to him on a silver platter. Known as a merciless monster, he showed no pity to those who crossed his path. Rumors whispered that he was a murderer, though never caught. Many believed he orchestrated the mysterious deaths of business partners who dared oppose him. As he strode past the crowd, flanked by numerous bodyguards, I couldn't tear my eyes away from this imposing figure. with numerous bodyguard's guarding his part.

his detailed Italian suit looked so immaculate on him, the color also complemented his eyes as they shone bright at the camera flashes . his dark, neck length hair flowed freely with the wind .though I suspected that it was held together by a setting spray but due to its thick texture it couldn't stay long.i shivered at a thought of him killing the stylist just cause of this little mistake .

I could not see his face clearly due to the angle I was standing. I stood there thinking of my next line of action.

"Mr Dominic, where you invited to this Gala, or did you come on your own Accord? " a reporter asked

"I came on my own, because I am the major sponsor of this Event . his rich deep voice replied with a small smirk on his face .

I observed him intently as reporters bombarded him with questions. My mind raced, contemplating whether I should approach him later at the Gala. Perhaps I could plead for some leniency after all, there might be a heart hidden beneath that devilish exterior.

But then our eyes met, and everything else faded away. In those mere three seconds of eye contact, an electric current surged through me. His almond-shaped eyes bore into mine, as if he knew my secret, the daughter of the man who owed his family for nineteen long years. Panic gripped me, and without thinking, I turned on my heels and fled.

"Sam, Sam!" Alexa's voice jolted me out of my thoughts.

"Mmm," I mumbled.

"I'm sorry, Sammy. I never expected you accompanying me to the Gala to turn out like this," Alexa said, pulling me into a comforting embrace.

After escaping the event, I flagged down a taxi and returned to my apartment. Distraught, I hadn't noticed Alexa's ten missed calls. She arrived at my doorstep around midnight, visibly angry until she saw me lying on the kitchen floor, tears streaming down my face. I recounted the events . the debts paper, the Gala, everything.

"It's alright; it's not your fault. What's done is done. We just need to figure out how to repay the money," I replied, swallowing back the tears.

"At least now you know the faces of the people you owe. You'll find a way to approach the issue," Alexa reassured me.

"Yes, of course. The most powerful family in Russia," I choked out, letting the tears flow freely.

"Sammy, I'm so sorry," Alexa held me tightly as I sobbed.

"I promise I'll be here for you, always. We'll get through this together," she whispered.

"Thank you," I muttered, my voice thick with emotion, sinking deeper into her comforting embrace.

Alexa slept in my apartment that night, and I found myself shedding tears repeatedly. She offered continuous comfort, but my misery ran deeper than just debts. As it turned out, I owed the most powerful and dangerous man in the country. I wondered how mother felt when she discovered these debt. poor mother ! she really tried all she could to keep these away from me. I wish father had died a very miserable death ,he didn't deserve to be loved by mother and I all these years even in his Absence.My anger toward my father intensified—I despised the fact that his selfish desires had entangled me in this mess. A staggering 100 million was at stake, and during the time he secured that loan, my mother and I were still suffering and hungry. The purpose of that money remained a mystery to me

I found myself in an impossible situation I had nowhere to obtain 100 million dollars. My bank account held less than 100 thousand dollars, a mere fraction of what I needed. As I lay on my bed that night, despair weighed heavily on my chest. My current job paid a paltry sum of 26,000 dollars, and the thought of working tirelessly for the rest of my life just to repay this loan seemed unbearable.

Adding to my burden was another smaller loan my mother couldn't manage to pay off. The walls closed in, and suicide briefly crossed my mind. But then reality struck—I owed this enormous sum to a person capable of ruthless actions. If I were to die, it would undoubtedly traumatize Alexa, my dear friend. I couldn't allow that to happen.

As I twisted on my bed, careful not to wake Alexa, silent prayers escaped my lips, hoping my fate wouldn't be as dire as it seemed.