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AN UNEXPECTED VISITOR
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2026-06-30 01:35:26
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THE BILLIONAIRE’S DOG SITTER AN UNEXPECTED VISITOR
Hilda insisted on getting dinner from a nearby restaurant.“I’ll be back in twenty minutes,” she said, grabbing her handbag.I smiled gratefully. “You’ve already done enough today.”She rolled her eyes dramatically.“Please. Someone has to make sure you two don’t survive on hospital biscuits.”Mom laughed. “I wouldn’t mind the biscuits.”“That’s because you’re impossible,” Hilda teased before pointing at me. “Don’t cry while I’m gone.”“I wasn’t planning to.”“Liar.” She said. I laughed, and moments later, she disappeared through the ward door.The room grew quiet again.Mom leaned back against her pillow.“You have a wonderful friend.”“I know.”“You’ve been blessed.” She smiled.“I really have.”For a while, we talked about ordinary things…….Things that had nothing to do with hospitals or money.She asked about Max and I told her how he’d become attached to me after only a few days.She laughed when I described how he’d followed me around the mansion like a bodyguard.“He already love
THE BILLIONAIRE’S DOG SITTER THE HOSPITAL
The journey to the hospital felt like the longest drive of my life.I sat in the backseat of the taxi, my leg bouncing uncontrollably as I stared out the window. Every red light felt like an insult. Every traffic jam made my heart pound harder against my chest.“Please hurry,” I whispered for what felt like the tenth time.The driver glanced at me through the rearview mirror. “I’m trying, miss.”I immediately felt guilty. “I’m sorry.”He nodded understandingly before returning his attention to the road.I gripped my phone tightly. Hilda had texted me only a few minutes earlier.“YOUR MOM IS AWAKE. DONT PANIC WE ARE WAITING FOR YOU.”I reread the message countless times.She was awake. That single word kept me together.After what felt like forever, the taxi finally pulled into the hospital compound.Before it had even stopped completely, I pushed the door open.“Miss!” the driver called.I quickly paid him, muttered a hurried thank you, and practically ran toward the entrance.Hospi
THE BILLIONAIRE’S DOG SITTER WITH MY MOTHER
By the time Jason and Pamela left for their golfing trip, the mansion felt empty again.The silence seemed to stretch through every hallway and room. Even Max appeared less energetic than usual.I spent most of the afternoon in the living room, curled up on one of the large sofas while a television show played in the background.I wasn’t really watching it, as my mind kept wandering. Every now and then, I’d glance toward the front door.Then toward the clock, then back at the television.Max slept peacefully on the rug nearby, completely unbothered by my restlessness.I envied him.At least his life was simple. He only had to eat? Sleep, play and repeat.He had no bills, no responsibilities, and no worrying about the future.A sigh escaped me.Then suddenly, something occurred to me. My Mom.I hadn’t spoken to her all day. The realization made me sit upright. Quickly, I grabbed the remote and muted the television.“Max, I’ll be right back.”His ear twitched. That was the only response
THE BILLIONAIRE’S DOG SITTER FEAR
I woke up to silence.Not the uncomfortable kind, but the peaceful kind. The kind that seemed to exist only inside the Wilberg mansion.For a few moments, I simply lay in bed staring at the ceiling.Max was still asleep on the rug. His paws twitched occasionally as if he was dreaming about chasing something.I smiled, then my thoughts betrayed me and wandered towards Jason.Immediately, I groaned and buried my face in a pillow.This was Hilda’s fault, it was entirely Hilda’s fault.Ever since our conversation the previous night, my brain had become determined to analyze every interaction I’d ever had with Jason which was completely ridiculous because Jason Wilberg did not like me.He barely tolerated me and yet…I found myself replaying moments of him.The shopping bags, the dining room, the way he’d stopped Pamela from throwing that spoon, and the way he’d carried Pamela upstairs instead of letting the situation escalate.Then Hilda’s voice echoed inside my head. “He likes you.”I rol
THE BILLIONAIRE’S DOG SITTER HE LIKES ME?
The moment the Porsche rolled through the gates of the Wilberg estate, I knew peace was about to become a distant memory.Pamela had been quiet throughout the drive home. It was the dangerous kind of quiet.The kind that made you nervous because you knew an explosion was coming and apparently, I was right.The second we stepped into the mansion, Pamela dropped her shopping bags onto the nearest couch and spun around.“Okay, that’s enough.” She shrilled.Jason had barely closed the front door before she started.I immediately recognized the tone. It was argument mode.Wonderful!I quietly stepped aside with the bags while Max bounded toward us excitedly.Jason rubbed his temple. “What now, Pamela?”“What now?” she repeated dramatically.“Yes.”She folded her arms. “Who exactly is she?”I froze. Here we go again.Jason sighed. “We’ve had this conversation already.”“No, we haven’t.”“Pamela.” Jason murmured in a low, tired voice.“No.” She pointed directly at me. “I’m serious.”I looked
THE BILLIONAIRE’S DOG SITTER A CHANEL DISASTER
The rest of the morning passed surprisingly quietly.After speaking with Mom, I felt lighter.Not completely though as there were still bills, still responsibilities, and still worries.But at least the rent had been paid. That alone felt like a miracle.Max spent most of the morning following me around the mansion like a furry shadow.Every time I stopped moving, he stopped moving and every time I sat down, he sat beside me.I was beginning to suspect that he thought I might disappear if he left me alone for too long.The thought alone made me smile.Around ten o’clock, movement near the staircase caught my attention.I looked up and immediately regretted it. Jason was coming downstairs.My traitorous heart skipped a beat. Not because I liked him, Godforbid I like him.Absolutely not.It was simply impossible not to notice him. His dark hair was still slightly damp, fresh from a shower. His black shirt fit perfectly, and whatever cologne he was wearing should honestly be illegal.Th
THE BILLIONAIRE’S DOG SITTER WHO ARE YOU?
I barely slept that night.Every time I closed my eyes, I found myself thinking about the phone call with Mr. Wilberg, the job, the mansion, the money, and the possibility of finally helping my mother.By the time sunlight filtered through my curtains the next morning, I was already awake.I spran
THE BILLIONAIRE’S DOG SITTER A job at the Wilberg’s
The laughter coming from our old television filled the tiny living room as Hilda and I sat curled up on the worn out couch.The movie was supposed to be a comedy, but Hilda laughed so loudly at every joke that I found myself laughing more at her than at the actual film.“You’ve seen this movie thre
THE BILLIONAIRE’S DOG SITTER BREAKFAST
The smell of pancakes filled the kitchen as I flipped the last one onto a plate.I stepped back and admired my work.For someone who rarely cooked anything beyond instant noodles, the breakfast spread looked surprisingly impressive.There were pancakes, eggs, toast, bacon, and fresh orange juice ar
THE BILLIONAIRE’S DOG SITTER MUCH HARDER
My mouth opened, then closed, then opened again.For some reason, my brain had completely stopped working.The man standing before me was even more intimidating up close.His dark eyes remained fixed on me as though he was trying to figure out whether I belonged in the mansion or not.Judging by t
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