Seducing the billionaire CEO

Emma's POV

I stepped out of the hospital doors and onto the wide, tiled steps, the cold evening breeze brushing against my face. My hands instinctively slid into the pockets of my jacket as I paused at the final step, glancing back at the looming hospital building. The words Golden Heart Medical Center glinted faintly on the wall, illuminated by soft floodlights.

A sigh escaped my lips-long, deep, and full of weariness. Gratitude filled me as I thought of Mrs. Lydia, my mom's old school friend. She was more than just a classmate to my mother; she was practically family. Back in their younger years, they did everything together-parties, charity events, even random midnight cravings for steak, as Mom would fondly reminisce. But things changed when my mom's health started to decline.

Mrs. Lydia, now a doctor at Golden Heart, was a godsend. Not only was she the one overseeing my mom's care, but she also made sure Mom got the best treatment the hospital could offer, even bending the rules of her tight schedule. Without her, I don't know how we would have managed this far.

Oh, where are my manners? I'm Emma Cooper-an only child until my father decided to complicate my life by marrying his second wife. But that's a drama I'll save for another day. My life hasn't exactly been easy.

It started when I was eight. Mom was healthy, cheerful, and the strongest woman I knew. Then came the endless cycle of illnesses. First, it was severe typhoid that wouldn't let go, then one mysterious ailment after another. By the time I turned eleven, my father-overwhelmed and, frankly, selfish-washed his hands of her care. He left us in every way that mattered, though we still lived under his roof.

Abandoned doesn't even begin to describe how I felt. His relatives made it worse. They whispered that my mom had bewitched him to marry her in the first place, calling her all kinds of names I won't repeat. No one offered help. Not a single dime. So, at the tender age of eleven, I had to grow up fast. Hustling became my way of life-juggling odd jobs, studying whenever I could, and fighting tooth and nail to keep my mom alive.

Now, I'm twenty-one, still standing, still hustling. College? Somehow, I clawed my way through that, but furthering my education feels like a distant dream-a luxury I can't afford. Every penny goes to my mom's health insurance and the bills that insurance doesn't cover. Mrs. Lydia has been my rock through it all, and I owe her more than words can express.

Snapping back to the present, I pulled out my phone. 5:20 p.m. A sharp jolt of panic shot through me. "Gosh, I have to be at work before 6:00!" I muttered under my breath, scanning the street for an approaching cab. Spotting one, I darted forward, waving frantically until it screeched to a stop.

I jumped in, panting slightly as I settled into the