BELLA ADAMS Speaking about my life it's a mess. I
was 2 year old when my mother or maybe
someone else I don't remember left me in the
orphanage. I grew up in that orphanage. The
orphanage was small not many kids were there it
was just me and some ten other kids. But they all
hated me because Nanny loved me more than
anyone. If you guys are wondering about Nanny,
she was the one who used to look after the
orphanage and let me tell you guys she is amazing.
She has gotten old but still she believes that she is
young and has more energy than me. She is my life
and the only family I have. I love her. Well you
guys must be wondering why I said 'used to' that's
because everyone in that orphanage was adopted
and it's now only me and Nanny. Nanny told me
many times but I didn't want to get adopted by
anyone. I wanted to live with her. So now it's no
more an orphanage, it's just me and Nanny. I was in
my usual shift working at the café. I was at the
counter staring at the customers. Well when you
get bored you have no other option. That man
there, why is he staring at the coffee like it's his
first time seeing a coffee in front of him. Oldie's
are like this. You can't help. My conscience said. Oh
and that guy there, look at him not even looking at
the delicious food in front of him instead he is just
staring at that blonde who is busy with her makeup.
Guys these days. UGH!! That kiddo looks cute.
Clapping his hands looking at the coffee. Huh! At
least someone is happy. He is just a kid. Oh god!
What's that man doing there. Is he planning to
murder the cake with the fork. No! No! No! Don't
you dare murder it, I made that beautiful cake. Oh
God! If he doesn't murder it how will he eat it.
That's not my problem. And he murdered my cake.
All hardwork in vain. I wish I could murder him too.
You need to stop with those criminal ideas. Hey
there. A voice came. I came back from my
dreamy world. Welcome to 'The Hideout' ma'am.
What can I get you? I asked in a most polite and
sweet voice. Cappuccino she said rudely. I hate
these kind of people. How many ma'am I asked
again politely. Do you see anyone else with me.
Are you dumb or what? Just bring it quickly. I don't
have the whole day. With that she went and sat
on a seat. b*tch. I made her cappuccino quickly and
went to give her. I kept it on her table and said
Enjoy your coffee! She took a sip and spit it.
Eww! Do you even call this a coffee. This taste
like sh*t. Okay I got it. Her sense of taste is sh*t.
Because I make the best coffee here. Everyone
says that. Go and make another one. What the
hell! Okayy.. and I'm really sorry. I quickly went in
prepared another one, tasted it. Yep! It's perfect.
I am great. I again made my way to her and kept
her coffee on the table.
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Stuck With Mr. Billionaire Chapter 1 By shary