Billionaire's Bed by luisavilaok (best color ereader TXT) 📖

The guy looks at me. I try to cry, but despair keeps my tears and pain stuck in my throat.

He looks at me with disgust, he searches for something in my wallet, taking out my passport and my identity card, which he throws at me on the floor.

He immediately gets on his motorcycle and drives off.

Leaving me completely alone on the street, with torn clothes, no money, and a broken heart.

I watch him walk off with my things and realize I must soon cancel the cards and do something before he spends everything I have.

So I run to the lighted crossroads looking for a taxi, but a car pulls up in front of me.

It's a lady:

"Honey, what happened to you!" she says, stopping the car in front of me. “Please get in.”

"I've...they've...assaulted me!" I tell her, desperate.

"Oh dear, let's go to the police!"

"No…" I say, resigned to the idea that the police won't take care of me or do anything for me. “No, please… Take me somewhere else and lend me your cell phone to make a call, okay? I must cancel my cards as soon as possible.”

Where will I go?

To the workshop? I don't leave money there, I have everything digitized in my accounts for fear of theft and for the benefit of investing something.

Yet the last thing I want right now is to be left alone, exposed, and hurt.

"M-ma'am," I ask her, knowing she's a stranger. “H...where are you going...?”

“Honey, I'm going home, but I'll take you where you tell me. Look how you are! I've had a long and exhausting day, but I'll take care of taking you, don't worry.”

"Y-Yes," I mumble.

I also noted that she is wearing a hospital uniform and her essential side reads the name of Dr. Phills.

"Yes," I nod, again.

And as I call the operating system to remove access to my accounts, I tell her where I want her to take me tonight…