POOR GIRL GOT INTO BILLIONAIRE'S CAR THINKING IT WAS A TAXI,HE FELL IN LOVE WITH HER AT FIRST SIGHT
The rain came down in heavy sheets, soaking the streets of the city as Leah clutched a torn plastic bag over her head. She had just faced her fifth job rejection this month, and her heart felt as heavy as the stormclouds above.
With water seeping into her worn-out shoes, she spotted a sleek black car parked by the curb. Desperate to get home and too tired to care, she yanked open the door, jumped in, and said breathlessly, “Please, just drive. I’ll pay you when I get there.”
She didn’t even look at the driver.
Jace Donovan, billionaire CEO of Donovan Enterprises, turned slowly in disbelief. No one—no one—had ever spoken to him like that. But instead of getting angry, a strange smile tugged at his lips.
She wasn’t impressed by his car. She didn’t recognize his face. She treated him like… a normal person.
Without a word, he drove.
When they reached her rundown neighborhood, she fumbled for a wallet that didn’t exist. “I—I’ll pay you tomorrow. I promise.”
Jace handed her a business card. “If you ever need anything, call me.”
She scoffed. “What I need is a job, not empty words.” And with that, she slammed the door.
But Jace couldn’t sleep that night. Her voice, her fire, her defiance—it haunted him. By morning, he knew he had to find her.
With only the street name she mentioned, his team tracked her down. Leah Wells. Struggling graduate. Sick mother. Two younger siblings. A girl fighting to survive.
That evening, as Leah packed up roasted snacks by the roadside, the same black car pulled up.
She froze.
He stepped out in a suit worth more than everything she owned. “You still didn’t call,” he said with a smirk.
“I told you, I don’t need favors.”
“Good,” he replied. “Because I’m not offering one. I need a personal assistant. Interested?”
She narrowed her eyes. “I don’t sleep with bosses.”
He raised a brow. “I don’t mix business with pleasure. See you tomorrow
The rain came down in heavy sheets, soaking the streets of the city as Leah clutched a torn plastic bag over her head. She had just faced her fifth job rejection this month, and her heart felt as heavy as the stormclouds above.
With water seeping into her worn-out shoes, she spotted a sleek black car parked by the curb. Desperate to get home and too tired to care, she yanked open the door, jumped in, and said breathlessly, “Please, just drive. I’ll pay you when I get there.”
She didn’t even look at the driver.
Jace Donovan, billionaire CEO of Donovan Enterprises, turned slowly in disbelief. No one—no one—had ever spoken to him like that. But instead of getting angry, a strange smile tugged at his lips.
She wasn’t impressed by his car. She didn’t recognize his face. She treated him like… a normal person.
Without a word, he drove.
When they reached her rundown neighborhood, she fumbled for a wallet that didn’t exist. “I—I’ll pay you tomorrow. I promise.”
Jace handed her a business card. “If you ever need anything, call me.”
She scoffed. “What I need is a job, not empty words.” And with that, she slammed the door.
But Jace couldn’t sleep that night. Her voice, her fire, her defiance—it haunted him. By morning, he knew he had to find her.
With only the street name she mentioned, his team tracked her down. Leah Wells. Struggling graduate. Sick mother. Two younger siblings. A girl fighting to survive.
That evening, as Leah packed up roasted snacks by the roadside, the same black car pulled up.
She froze.
He stepped out in a suit worth more than everything she owned. “You still didn’t call,” he said with a smirk.
“I told you, I don’t need favors.”
“Good,” he replied. “Because I’m not offering one. I need a personal assistant. Interested?”
She narrowed her eyes. “I don’t sleep with bosses.”
He raised a brow. “I don’t mix business with pleasure. See you tomorrow
POOR GIRL GOT INTO BILLIONAIRE'S CAR THINKING IT WAS A TAXI,HE FELL IN LOVE WITH HER AT FIRST SIGHT
The rain came down in heavy sheets, soaking the streets of the city as Leah clutched a torn plastic bag over her head. She had just faced her fifth job rejection this month, and her heart felt as heavy as the stormclouds above.
With water seeping into her worn-out shoes, she spotted a sleek black car parked by the curb. Desperate to get home and too tired to care, she yanked open the door, jumped in, and said breathlessly, “Please, just drive. I’ll pay you when I get there.”
She didn’t even look at the driver.
Jace Donovan, billionaire CEO of Donovan Enterprises, turned slowly in disbelief. No one—no one—had ever spoken to him like that. But instead of getting angry, a strange smile tugged at his lips.
She wasn’t impressed by his car. She didn’t recognize his face. She treated him like… a normal person.
Without a word, he drove.
When they reached her rundown neighborhood, she fumbled for a wallet that didn’t exist. “I—I’ll pay you tomorrow. I promise.”
Jace handed her a business card. “If you ever need anything, call me.”
She scoffed. “What I need is a job, not empty words.” And with that, she slammed the door.
But Jace couldn’t sleep that night. Her voice, her fire, her defiance—it haunted him. By morning, he knew he had to find her.
With only the street name she mentioned, his team tracked her down. Leah Wells. Struggling graduate. Sick mother. Two younger siblings. A girl fighting to survive.
That evening, as Leah packed up roasted snacks by the roadside, the same black car pulled up.
She froze.
He stepped out in a suit worth more than everything she owned. “You still didn’t call,” he said with a smirk.
“I told you, I don’t need favors.”
“Good,” he replied. “Because I’m not offering one. I need a personal assistant. Interested?”
She narrowed her eyes. “I don’t sleep with bosses.”
He raised a brow. “I don’t mix business with pleasure. See you tomorrow
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