Billionaire's Sweet Wife

The viewpoint of Irene Nadine

I borrowed all the people I could borrow after a week, but I didn't even obtain 100,000 . Every time my uncle and aunt mentioned 1 million this week, they chastised me for not living up to expectations. I merely believed I didn't hear it after rearing me for so long. I did everything I could to reciprocate their generosity in raising me. Otherwise, nothing in this family can cause me to miss a half-minute.

When the debt collector returned home, I was sitting in the living room, frowning.

"How are things going? Is the money available?" The debt collector could tell I couldn't get the $1 million by the way he stared at me.

"A million dollars is not a little sum; could you perhaps give me some time?" I stood up and stared the irate creditor in the eye, despite my agony.

"Sir, please give us a little more time !" My aunt is practically on her knees.

"It is natural to repay debts!" Debt collectors don't believe it.

"You, too, kneel!!" My aunt immediately seized me and forced me to kneel for mercy, but how could I?

"Ha ha, then give you another week. If you don't come up with the cash, I believe you're attractive, so  pay for it!"

My aunt's eyes lit up as she heard the proposal.

"What exactly are you doing? Don't thank me right away!"

I'm now feeling ill. My parents were killed in a construction accident when I was five years old, and my aunt's family took me in . I always considered them to be my parents.

My uncle's acts, on the other hand, make me insufferable. He get an alcohol and gambling problem. Last year, He borrowed 500,000. However, usury is a bottomless pit, and there is never-ending door-to-door rioting. I believe I am no longer capable of assisting others. I'll leave this house if I help them one more time!

Perhaps only this man can assist me!

Fragrant wine and boisterous street

I stood alone in front of the bar, anxious in my heart. It took me a long time to discover that this bar is a favorite haunt of Mr. Campbell, but the location in front of me made me pause. I have never   been this kind of place in the past, and the place in front of me is clearly not open to everyone, since everyone I see entering is holding a card.

I wouldn't have been so rash if I had known.

I thought I had a shot until a job post appeared in front of me.

"A dancer?" I said a few words in hushed tones. I'd only been studying modern dance for a few years, and I'd never seen pole dancing. My heart was pounding, but when I saw my uncle and aunt's nasty faces, I realized that my humiliation and any reluctance were gone in an instant, and I needed to get out from that house.

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