"I would like you Miss Walker to be my niece's nanny because she seems to have taken a liking to you"he said after puffing out the smoke he inhaled from his cigar. Miss Walker?! I searched his eyes for an sign of recognition, familiarity but couldn't find any. Does he not remember me? I felt my heart shatter into pieces not believing this could actually happen. "Hello"he snapped his fingers and I looked up hoping I didn't have a distraught look on. "I would pay you $10000 per week and offer you an accommodation in my house to see to her every need. If you would sign this contract to seal the deal"he pushed a contract note to my front and I cleared my throat to speak. "I would l-like to... take.. sometime. to.. think..about..it"I said quickly and walked ignoring the shock look on his men's face. I walked out of his office and entered the elevator. How can he treat me like this? I thought about him for six good years and here he is acting like he doesn't know who I am. I clutched my heart as I walked out. I blinked back to stop the tears. Fuck him and his stupid job offer! Shouldn't I be interested in getting to know him again? I can't believe my Asher acted like this to me. Like I was nothing and a mere business deal to be sealed. Why me?! ^^^^^^^ This is just not a story between the rich and the poor. Billionaire and an average girl! It's Love vs Hatred! Revenge vs Denial! Light vs Darkness! Agony and Pain! Six years has passed! Stephanie Walker kept holding on the hope that he was going to come back for her. She can't seem to forget him. She just want to know him again and rekindle their love. The question is : would he let her achieve that aim?

Stephanie Walker - straight-A student, sweet, pretty, and every parent's dream. Her life is perfectly planned out... until her senior year trip throws her into the chaotic orbit of the school's golden boy. Now her final year in high school isn't looking so simple. "Don't let me catch you, cupcake," his voice boomed from downstairs, and I took off running. I ducked behind a pole, heart racing, trying to calm my nerves. Way to go, Stephanie, my subconscious snarked. His footsteps echoed closer. "Where are you, cupcake?" he called out playfully. Like I'd actually tell you, I thought, holding my breath. Silence. Then, warm fingers snaked around my waist, and I didn't need to turn to know it was him. "Found you," he whispered in my ear, and a shiver zipped down my spine. "How?" I breathed, turning to face him. His smirk told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me. Get it together, fool, I mentally scolded myself. "Want the sugarcoated version or the truth?" he teased. I raised a brow at him. "I could smell you from a mile away," he whispered, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear. Butterflies. So many freaking butterflies. "That was the sugarcoated version," he added with a grin. I blinked, narrowing my eyes. "The pole didn't hide you well. Your cardigan was sticking out," he shrugged. And then came the smirk. "Now, time for my revenge." I barely had time to process before something soft and powdery rained down on me. I wiped my face. Flour. He did not just dump flour on me even if I started it. Mature, much? I thought bitterly. Poker face on. "Real mature," I said, brushing past him with fake annoyance. Time to activate drama mode. "Come on, babe, you can't be mad..." he called after me. This book is everything. You NEED to read this.