The billionaire and the maid

Prologue

White walls, white floor, white doors, white curtains and white benches. People walking around quickly, everyone wearing white coats. I slowly opened up my eyes with my head still spinning and my vision still blurred. The coldness of the marble bench under me reminded me of my presence at the hospital. I quickly sat straight and brushed my hair with my fingers. I rubbed my eyes to get rid of the remaining dizziness of sleep.

The door of the emergency ward was still closed and the sound of the electrocardiogram machine could be heard even outside the closed doors. I linked the fingers of my hands and sat there looking at my feet and praying to God to save my mother. I fidgeted as a nurse quickly walked out of the room and hurried to some place. I sat straight and examined her, trying to get an idea of how is my mother's health. She returned back in a few seconds and walked into the a ICU again with three big bags of blood.

I crossed my fingers again and prayed to God to help my mother fight her disease. I slowly played with my feet and prayed in my heart.

I was resting my head with the cold wall behind me as I doors opened again and a doctor dressed in blue operating uniform walked out. He removed his mask and walked towards me. I quickly left my place and stood up to face him. He stood there in front of me without opening his mouth. I tried to be as calm as possible and asked him, "Doctor is my mother fine?"

Instead of replying to me, he looked up at me and then looked down at the ground again. He surely was testing my patience now and I wasn't patient at all when it came to handling stress. I grabbed him by his forearms and shook him because my mind was creating weird and scary scenarios. Tears started to fall off my eyes as the doctor tried to comfort me, "It's okay Miss Kim! God just planned it this way."

As if my brain was waiting for this sentence, tears that were forming in my eyes started to roll down my cheeks now. My head started to spin and my mind started getting cloudy again. The beautiful face of my cancer-fighting mother flashed in my mind and more tears fell, that stung me over my itching face. I shook the doctor again as I walked and screamed. I was getting weaker and my strength was fading. My knees wobbled and I collapsed on the floor, my legs folded. I fell into the doctors feet and held onto the bottom of his trousers as I beater the floor with my other hand which was rolled into a fist.

Tears kept rolling down my cheeks and creating rainbows of salt water on my face. My face itches under the salty tears and my hand ached. My head was swimming and my vision was getting blurry. My world was going round in circles and it finally got black. Everything got smooth and my body went at ease.

———————————

My dad had left me when I was only 10. He died in a car accident and my little sister died because of her extreme affection for dad. I was left only with my mom. She was a strong woman but even she cried in front of me sometimes. Dad's death took its toll over all of us, mostly on my sister, who died two days after dad and later my mother, who got diagnosed of blood cancer. And now eight years after dad, my mom has left me too.

I'm left alone in this world. Alone to this cruel world of selfish and hungry people. People say that God only tests those whom he loves but he tests them hard, very hard. But he's always there to help in his tests.

I was in my final year at high school when my mom died. The news of her death reached the school quickly and before I could even think of leaving studies I had received a letter to carry on my studies under the great patronage of my school. I was given s scholarship to complete my high school no matter how much time it takes. But it was only one year and it passed quickly.

Later, I started working at a coffee shop called 'Mangoes and Chocolates'. I started with the cleaning job and serving drinks but the barista taught me how to make coffee as well, so I started with that too. I was the first to reach the shop and the last to leave. I started a virtual course on business studies besides working but I could only study for it at nights. So this was how life went after my parents left me to struggle with my life alone, to face the world alone.

———————————

A/N
Hello guys! Welcome to my third story with Kris. I'm just too obsessed with him that I can't think about anybody else. So forgive me because obsession has no cure.

Anyways, give loads of positive feedback. Remember to vote, comment and follow.

Love!

~ TheHellQueen2000 <3