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THE BILLIONAIRE'S CINDERELLA I think I have feelings for him
EVA'S POVI settled onto my couch, I couldn't help but replay the events of the evening in my mind. Tristin had been so patient with his mother, despite her insistence on involving Livia. His ability to stay composed in such a tense situation was impressive, and I found myself admiring him even more.I let out a sigh, my thoughts drifting to Tristin’s smile and the way he had looked at me earlier. There was something in his eyes, a softness that made my heart flutter. I shook my head, trying to push those thoughts away, but it was no use. The more I thought about him, the more I realized how much I enjoyed his company.I caught myself blushing, the warmth spreading across my cheeks. "What am I doing?" I muttered to myself. "He's engaged to Livia. I need to stop thinking about him like this."But no matter how much I tried to convince myself, I couldn't deny the growing feelings I had for Tristin. He was kind, thoughtful, and incredibly handsome. And despite his sometimes cold exterior
THE BILLIONAIRE'S CINDERELLA Bully
EVA'S POVI still lay on the couch, my thoughts drifted back to high school, a time when everything seemed simpler, yet more confusing. I remembered seeing Tristin around school, always surrounded by a group of admirers. Back then, I had no idea that Sophie was his sister. It was Livia who always seemed to be glued to his side.I recalled one particular day when I had been walking to my next class, lost in thought, and I overheard Livia's voice. "Tristin, you should totally come to my party this weekend," she had said, her tone dripping with sweetness that made me roll my eyes."I'll think about it," Tristin had replied, his voice even and noncommittal.Livia's laughter had followed. "Oh, come on, you know you want to. It'll be fun!"I had glanced over and seen Tristin's face, calm and collected as always, giving nothing away. He had this ability to keep his emotions hidden, something that fascinated me even back then.Another memory surfaced, this one from a school assembly. I had be
THE BILLIONAIRE'S CINDERELLA Hurting mom
EVA'S POV"Hey, Eva," Livia called out, her voice laced with mock sweetness. "What are you doing all alone? Don't you have any friends?"I felt my face flush, but I didn’t respond. Ignoring her was often the best strategy, though it rarely worked."Aw, look at her," one of Livia’s friends sneered. "Such a little nerd, always with her nose in a book."Livia strutted over to my table, picking up my notebook and flipping through it. "Wow, you really think you're so smart, don’t you? How pathetic.""Give it back, Livia," I said quietly, trying to keep my voice steady."Oh, look, she's talking back," Livia said with a laugh, tossing my notebook back onto the table, but not before tearing out a few pages. "Oops. My bad."Tears stung my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. "Just leave me alone," I muttered, gathering my things."Why should we?" Livia taunted. "It's so much fun watching you squirm."Another memory hit me, this one from gym class. We were playing volleyball, and Livia was on
THE BILLIONAIRE'S CINDERELLA It hurts to remember
EVA'S POV"Well, well, well," Livia had sneered, striding up to the stall. "Look who we have here. Little Eva, playing shopkeeper. How quaint."I had tried to ignore her, focusing on arranging the fruits neatly. "Just leave us alone, Livia.""Why should I?" she had replied, her voice dripping with malice. "This is so much fun."She had reached out and knocked over a basket of apples, sending them rolling across the ground. My foster mom had quickly moved to pick them up, her hands trembling. "Please, miss, don't do that," she had said, her voice soft and pleading. "We're just trying to make a living."Livia had laughed, a cold, heartless sound. "A living? From this pathetic stall? How sad."She had grabbed another basket and thrown it to the ground, spilling the contents everywhere. I had felt a surge of anger and helplessness, tears stinging my eyes. "Stop it, Livia! This isn’t funny!"Livia had turned to me, her eyes narrowing. "Oh, but it is. Watching you and your 'mommy' scramble
THE BILLIONAIRE'S CINDERELLA Evil Livia
EVA'S POV"Well, well, if it isn't little Eva," Livia had sneered, her voice echoing off the tiled walls.I had tried to ignore them, focusing on washing my hands, hoping they would just leave me alone. But of course, that wasn’t Livia’s style."Hey, I'm talking to you," she had said, her tone sharp. She had stepped closer, and I could see the malicious glint in her eyes."Please, Livia, I just want to be left alone," I had said quietly, trying to keep my voice steady."Left alone?" Livia had laughed, a cruel, mocking sound. "You're in no position to make demands."Before I could react, she had grabbed my arm and shoved me against the sink. The cold, hard edge had pressed painfully into my back."Why do you even bother coming to school, Eva? You're a joke," she had hissed, her face inches from mine.I had struggled to get free, but Livia's grip was strong. "Livia, let go of me!""Or what?" she had challenged, her voice dripping with scorn. "What are you going to do about it?"Ashley a
THE BILLIONAIRE'S CINDERELLA Flooding Memories
EVA'S POVThe memories kept flooding back, each one more painful than the last. One of the worst incidents was in the cafeteria. I had been trying to keep a low profile, sitting by myself at a corner table and quietly eating my lunch. But Livia had other plans.I was halfway through my sandwich when I heard her voice behind me, loud and mocking. "Look who it is! The charity case, dining with the elite." Before I could react, I felt something wet and cold hit me. Livia had thrown a carton of milk over my head, followed by a pile of mashed potatoes. The cafeteria erupted in laughter as I sat there, drenched and humiliated, my lunch ruined."Hey, what do you think you're doing?" A voice rang out across the cafeteria. Sophie, who I didn’t know then was Tristin’s sister, had stood up from her table and was marching over, her eyes blazing with anger.Livia just laughed. "Oh, come on, Sophie. It's just a bit of fun. She knows her place."Sophie reached me and pulled a napkin from her pocket
THE BILLIONAIRE'S CINDERELLA Reliving the past
EVA'S POVYears later, the memory still stung. But it also reminded me of the kindness Sophie had shown me, standing up to Livia when no one else would. And it reminded me of how far I had come since those dark days in high school. I was no longer the scared, timid girl hiding in the shadows. I had grown stronger, more resilient.But despite all that, part of me still felt that same insecurity, that same longing for recognition. And now, working at the same company with both Tristin and Livia, those old wounds were reopening, making me question if I could ever truly move past them. The memories crashed over me like relentless waves, each one more painful than the last. I hadn't realized how deeply they still hurt until now. Livia's cruelty, the helplessness, the humiliation—it all felt so fresh, so raw. As I lay on my couch, I became aware of the tears streaming down my face.I wiped my eyes, but the tears kept coming, fueled by the bitter recollections of high school. "Why did she h
THE BILLIONAIRE'S CINDERELLA Ignore
EVA'S POVI snapped back to reality, the memories dissolving like mist in the morning sun. I was no longer in the chaotic cafeteria or the harsh hallways of high school; I was in my apartment, lying on my couch. But the pain from those days lingered, raw and unhealed, making my heart ache.I wiped at my cheeks, surprised to find them wet with tears. The memories had brought back so much hurt, so much humiliation. I had tried so hard to forget, to move on, but Livia’s cruelty was etched into my soul.A sob escaped my lips, and I hugged a cushion to my chest, seeking some comfort in its softness. "Why does it still hurt so much?" I whispered to the empty room, my voice trembling.I remembered the look on my foster mom’s face, the way she had pleaded with Livia, her dignity trampled in the dirt. I remembered the cold, hard tiles of the school bathroom, the taste of toilet water, the laughter echoing in my ears. I remembered the cafeteria, the milk soaking through my clothes, the way Soph
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