All Chapters of I am the Heir: Chapter 11
- Chapter 13
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Running Into an Ex
"Just drop me off in front of that bus stop," I said, pointing toward a relatively quiet stretch of sidewalk.Luna stepped on the brakes. The car came to a smooth halt. She reached into her handbag, pulled out a thick stack of hundred-dollar bills, and held them out to me."Here. Take it. I promised I’d pay you," Luna said flatly.I looked at the pile of cash and shook my head. "I don't need your money, Luna. I helped you because I wanted to, not because I have a rate."Luna forced the issue, shoving the money into my suit pocket. "Take it. Since you're still looking for a job, I'm sure you need it. Don't be prideful when your stomach might be growling tomorrow."I took it rather than starting a long-winded argument on the side of the road. I opened the door and stepped out onto the asphalt."Thank you, Dominic. We probably won't see each other again after this," Luna added.I stood there in the doorway, unsure of how to respond. My logic told me to walk away, but my instinct kept my
The Bitter Ex
She was wearing a tight minidress and clutching a designer handbag that I knew cost more than three months of my mechanic’s wages. Beside her, a stout man in an expensive flannel shirt had his arm wrapped possessively around her waist. I assumed he was the new boyfriend."Babe, look at that one! The color is gorgeous—it would be perfect for me to drive to the office," Ava’s shrill voice carried right to my ears, even through the VIP glass.The man let out a boastful laugh, patting his pocket. "Just pick one. I promised you, once this month’s project funds clear, you can trade in your old car for something flashier. But let’s not go overboard yet; let’s stick to the mid-range models for now."I sat frozen behind the glass. My identity as CEO was still a total secret to them. In Ava's eyes, I was still Dominic the greasy mechanic she’d dumped because she thought I was a dead-end loser. I intentionally adjusted my collar and shifted my seat to stay partially hidden behind a pillar in the
World-class Model
Dion, who had momentarily shrunk back, suddenly puffed out his chest again after hearing Ava’s theory. He let out a condescending laugh. "Oh, I get it now. You’re just a glorified paperwork runner? That makes sense. I almost fell for your little act. Pretty good, I gotta admit—wearing the boss’s suit, driving the boss’s car. Aren't you afraid of getting a little grease on that blazer?"I turned slowly, meeting their eyes with a flat, hollow stare. "I bought this car myself. Cash," I said shortly, without a trace of emotion.Ava burst into a loud, shrill laugh that sounded completely out of place in the elegant room. "Cash? Nearly four hundred thousand dollars? Are you trying to be a comedian? You couldn't even scrape together five thousand without working a month of overtime at that shop. Don't dream too high, Dominic—the fall is going to hurt."I simply shrugged, having no intention of trying to convince them. I turned toward Marcus, who was standing stiffly beside the table. "Marcus