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Slave Of The CEO
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Chapter 6 Got Fired img
Chapter 7 Accidentally img
Chapter 8 Scape img
Chapter 9 Finding New Job img
Chapter 10 Met Again img
Chapter 11 Threatened img
Chapter 12 Confused img
Chapter 13 Out of words img
Chapter 14 Not that bad img
Chapter 15 In his house img
Chapter 16 Officially his Slave img
Chapter 17 Stupidity img
Chapter 18 Felt pity for that img
Chapter 19 Got distracted img
Chapter 20 Speechless img
Chapter 21 Twenty-one img
Chapter 22 Twenty-three three img
Chapter 23 Twenty-three img
Chapter 24 Teasing img
Chapter 25 Twenty-five img
Chapter 26 Twenty-six img
Chapter 27 Twenty-seven img
Chapter 28 Twenty-eight img
Chapter 29 Twenty-nine img
Chapter 30 Thirty img
Chapter 31 Thirty-one img
Chapter 32 Thirty-two img
Chapter 33 Thirty-three img
Chapter 34 Thirty-four img
Chapter 35 Thirty-five img
Chapter 36 Thirty-six img
Chapter 37 Thirty-seven img
Chapter 38 Thirty-eight img
Chapter 39 Thirty-nine img
Chapter 40 Forty img
Chapter 41 Forty-one img
Chapter 42 Forty-two img
Chapter 43 Forty-three img
Chapter 44 Forty-four img
Chapter 45 Forty-five img
Chapter 46 Forty-six img
Chapter 47 Forty-seven img
Chapter 48 Forty-eight img
Chapter 49 Forty-nine img
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Slave Of The CEO

Author: anabellebarros
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Chapter 1 The Beginning

*Lyra's POV*

I was walking along the side of the road with my headset plugged into my ears. It was only 5:30 in the morning, and here I was, walking under the moonlight.

Okay, joke.

I'm walking because we don't have a car. Why? Because we're POOR HUMAN BEINGS.

I'm heading to work at the bookstore. It's close to where my family and I live-close enough that if you walk like a turtle, you'll get there in an hour. If The Flash is your cousin, maybe half a second. But if you're a normal person with a normal brain like me, you'll get there in fifteen minutes.

By the way, I'm Lyra Sandoval-the only goddess in our family.

Just kidding. Of course my mom and my youngest sister are goddesses too. We're all goddesses.

Do you want to hear my life story?

Don't. You'll probably get bored.

But of course, I'm still going to tell you.

I'm Lyra Sandoval, 25 years old, and I didn't finish school. I was still in high school when I had to stop studying because we ran out of money. That was the time I decided to work to help my family. All I knew was that I had to find a job as soon as possible so I could earn money for our daily needs-especially for my father's food and medicine back then.

I was in first year highschool when I found out my father had a serious illness. He had heart disease. That was when I became even more determined to work, even though my body was already exhausted. I was terrified of losing him.

Even when I was struggling, I didn't stop working because I wanted to support his needs. His illness slowly consumed his once-healthy body until he was just lying in bed, struggling to breathe and speak. We owed so much money just for his medicines because my income was never enough.

Even when the doctor told us there was no hope for him to recover, I still tried everything. I bought all the medicines he needed just to prolong his life. But I guess... that was really his time.

Two years ago, he left us forever.

It was hard to accept. He was our only father-the kind of father who, no matter how difficult life became, still smiled and gave hope. The kind of father every child dreams of: supportive, kind, and loving.

Two years ago, we also lost the land my father inherited from his parents. We sold the land and our house in the province just to pay off our debts. That was when we moved to Manila to start a new life. Now, we rent a small apartment. It's enough for the three of us.

Life here is... okay. Very different from the province. In Manila, when you walk outside, you'll definitely smell smoke from all the vehicles passing by. Good thing I walk early in the morning-I don't inhale too much of it.

When my father died, I promised at his grave that I would take care of my mom and Riri. My mom stays at home now. I told her she didn't have to work anymore-I'd handle everything. She worked long enough for us. Now it's my turn to be their guardian angel.

My sister Riri is in third year highschool and studying at a private school here in Manila. Want to know why?

She inherited my luck. She got a full scholarship.

That's why Mom and I are so proud of her. And I know my father would be too. Even if he's no longer here, I believe he's watching over us from heaven.

BEEP!

"MY MOTHER OF MY FATHER'S SON!" I screamed.

What the hell?! Who is this bastard creature who has the nerve to blow the horn that loudly when I'm clearly on the side of the road?! What if I died of shock? Who would work for my family then?!

Ugh! This person is really trying to fascinate my temper!

"Hey-"

"Lyra!"

"J-Jerome? It's you," I said, letting out a small breath to calm myself.

"You're going to work, right?"

"Yes. Why?" I asked.

"Me too. Let's go."

"Ah... okay," I said and waited for him to start the car.

"What are you still doing there? Let's go," he said.

"Yeah, yeah. You're the slow one," I teased.

"I mean-ride with me. Get in the car. I'm heading there too," he said, opening the door beside the driver's seat.

I smiled ear to ear. Free ride. Survival mode activated.

"Thank you," I said as I got into his car.

His car smelled... manly. Clean. Expensive. Rich people energy.

"Do you walk every day?" he asked as he started driving toward the bookstore.

"Yes," I answered, staring out the window.

More people were walking now. Cars filled the road. Everyone rushing to work or school. This was the usual scene every morning.

You already know where I work-I work at a bookstore. And lucky me, Jerome is the owner of that bookstore.

"Why don't you just take a taxi?" he asked, curious.

"It saves money if I walk. And besides, your bookstore is close to where we live," I replied.

"As a matter of fact..." he said, "do you want me to pick you up every time you go to work?"

I nearly broke my neck turning to look at him.

"And why would you do that?" I asked.

"Nothing. Just... helping," he said with a laugh, eyes focused on the road.

"No need, Jer. I can manage," I said proudly, which only made him laugh more.

"You're really stubborn. Anyway, are you going to the bar later?"

"Yes. Why?"

"Nothing. Just making sure. Let's go together. I'll pick you up."

            
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