The Lost Heiress and the Secret Billionaire

A man stared through his binoculars, at a young woman sitting on the floor of a tiny apartment, bent over a laptop, cradling her head in her hands.Abigail stared in dismay as the last of her funds transferred out of her bank account. She'd been saving for a few months religiously and had finally had a good amount of savings. But her scholarship had been pulled out from under her feet, and now she had to cover her tuition herself. And that had taken all of her savings and most of her money for this month.If she was careful with the rest, they wouldn't starve this month.But if she wasn't. They might start owing on their rent.Abigail was careful, always so careful, to never fall behind in any of their payments. Poverty was a trap, and if you fell into it, it was near impossible to get out. So, she always made sure their bills were paid, first, before anything else. Then came the doctor visits. She never skimped on any of those, not for her and not for her mother. They couldn't a

Abigail struggled to process what was happening. She started off the day not even knowing if her father was dead or alive. And here he was right now, offering to give her a place to stay. At least for a little while."Uhm," Abigail stuttered, she really wasn't sure what she should say in this situation. She didn't want to offend her father just right off the bat, but she also didn't want to commit to anything all too soon."You're not sure," Adam said, and even Abigail could hear the disappointment in his voice. He'd hoped she was going to just say yes."It's not that," Abigail tried gently. "It's just," she paused, biting her lip. "We've just met, and we've only been talking for about five minutes, and I know absolutely nothing about you, and you're asking . . .""For you to upend your entire life to come and live with me," Adam finished, sighing. "I'm asking a lot, it's just," he sighed again, running his hand through his hair. "This is my life. I had to cancel three meetings to

"So nice to meet you," Charlotte sniffed. "So nice of Adam to come home, also, specifically to meet you, even though he's never home any other day of the week or time.""Oh," Abigail swallowed nervously, she had very clearly caused something. "Uhm, nice to meet you too.""Huh," Olivia cocked her head to the side, staring at Abigail, giving her a once over. "You look like me. Or I look like you, I suppose, given that you're older. I'm prettier of course," Olivia waved her hand like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "But that could just be because you were living in poverty. Poverty does tend to make people much more uglier than they actually are."Abigail blinked, unable to process exactly what was happening or being said around her. She really could not comprehend that these people were speaking to her. They must think she was deaf, or at least hard of hearing."Not that you're ugly of course," Olivia gasped, as if for the first time realizing what she had just said. "How

Abigail woke up in a panic, sure she hadn't heard her alarm go off. She checked the clock next to her bed, and saw that it already read half past eight. She was going to be late.Quickly, she stripped out of her pajamas and into some any random clothes she pulled out of her duffel bag. She didn't have the energy or the time to go through her extensive closet.Hurriedly, she pulled a comb through her hair and brushed her teeth, dabbing her face with wet hands and then with a towel.Her clock read 8:45 and she rushed to find the sunroom. She passed by two servant girls, one of whom was unable to say even a word to her, and another directed her to the sunroom.But on arriving there, Abigail found it to be entirely empty, no trace of breakfast to be found. But there was no way she could be twenty minutes late and have missed the whole thing.Abigail paused, trying to think. She then left the sunroom, and tried to find another servant that could help her."Excuse me!" Abigail called t

Abigail almost couldn't speak, completely shocked that he would make an assumption like that about her. He didn't even know her. She had assumed he was a gardener based on the fact that he was working in a garden!How could he make so many assumptions about her just on who her father was?And why did his voice hold so much disdain, Abigail wondered. If he worked for her father, he certainly didn't seem to have the same blind loyalty all the other servants did. Maybe it was because he worked out in the garden. "Excuse me?" Abigail asked, her voice coming out with just a little more venom than she intended. "A spoiled little rich girl? How dare you assume I've never worked a day in my life.""I heard the servant call you Woodtriche yesterday, right? Like, Adam's daughter." Mark said, folding his arms. "I mean, what else could you be, on this land?""Alright," Abigail allowed. "That part is true. But how do you get to say anything else about my life?""Well," Mark gave her a once o