My Billionaire Savior

Brisbane, December 23, 2050

It looks like it's raining harder tonight than usual. The clock shows 23.00 o'clock, a girl still looks busy with a mop in her hand, cleaning the floor in a very hasty while occasionally glancing at the clock that is attached to the wall of the cafe where she works, finished mopping the floor she turned to clean the glass windows and doors, there was an inscription 'Close' which was also hanging there.

"Anna," a voice managed to make her activities stop. Turning to look for the source of the voice, a middle-aged man walked up to her.

As if she knew the man's habit when he came, she immediately reached into her trouser pocket and took out some red bills and gave them to the man.

"Just this? I know you're getting paid today. If this continues, you can't even pay off the interest from your parent's debt," said the man with one hand on his waist as if he didn't accept it.

"I'm still working, next time I'll pay you more," she said again and then resumed her activities.

For what reason, late at night, she was visited by that damn loan shark. So far she has always worked hard to survive, working day and night without stopping, all because of the debt left by her parents. Delores Frosty Larson, that's her full name, and last month she just turned 20 years old.

Delores is an orphan, her mother died of cancer a few years ago, while her father doesn't know where that bastard is, after selling the house that was the only thing left by her mother, taking on a lot of debts to moneylenders and leaving with other women, leaving her alone, as if Delores was not his biological child. Now, She had no one, no relatives she knew.

And to survive and make ends meet, Delores has had several different part-time jobs.

It was already 23:30, and she had to hurry up. Otherwise, she will be too late. The rain started to subside, leaving only tiny droplets of water scattered in the air. Delores walked briskly across the sidewalk, clutching a red box with a white ribbon on the top, and across the street, several cake shops were still open. Delores quickened her pace, crossed the street, and entered one of the shops there.

A few minutes passed, and Delores came out with a new box in her hand, it looked like she had just ordered a cake. One of her hands held the taxi that happened to be passing by, put the boxes in the passenger seat then she followed inside and gave a piece of paper containing the address she was going to.

"Hurry up, sir," she said, then leaned back in the chair, rolled down the car window. The very cold night air rushed in, blowing her long hair, letting the wind gently caress her face, enjoying the night breeze for a moment which somehow relaxed her a little.

"It's arrived, Miss" the driver's voice made her eyes open immediately, it seems that she fell asleep during the trip earlier.

"Thank you, sir," she said, handing her the money to pay for the taxi.

"Oh yeah, may I know what time it is?" she added before stepping her feet out of the taxi.

Hearing the driver's answer, Delores breathed a sigh of relief, there were still ten minutes. Immediately she took the boxes she had brought earlier and walked into the apartment.

A smile plastered on her lips, imagining all the beautiful things that might happen tonight, tonight is her boyfriend's birthday night, Robert. And the boxes in her hands are gifts and a birthday cake that she will give as a surprise. Robert is the one and only man in her life. Will she congratulate him while giving him a warm hug? Or give her the first kiss? ah, whatever it is, she will be very happy.

As long as Robert is happy, she will do anything, although her relationship with Robert has been very long, Delores always refuses if the man will kiss her, and apparently, it doesn't bother Robert, and tonight she has decided to give him whatever he asked for, whatever. After all, Robert had promised to marry her if he had a permanent job and she believed it because she believed that Robert couldn't betray her. After all, so far Delores was the only person who helped Robert's tuition fees and it was a matter of pride for her.

Delores accelerated her pace, her cheeks were flushed red, her heart was beating wildly along with the pace of her feet. Coming out of the elevator which was on the fifth floor, her steps began to slow down, tidying herself up a bit which was a bit messy from working all day.

"Hmm," her hand moved quickly to take a tissue in her bag and then wiped the stains on her sneakers. It seemed that on the way to the cake shop she had unknowingly stepped on a puddle.

Repeatedly a sign to make herself more relaxed, Delores continued her steps with all the beautiful images imprinted on her mind.

Stops in front of the door which is where Robert lives. Seeing the door that wasn't completely closed made her brows furrow faintly. It was unusual for Robert to leave his apartment door open.

"Ah maybe because he is tired," she said then grabbed the doorknob and opened it slowly.

But what awaited her were two pairs of shoes, a pair of high heels that seemed to belong to a woman while the other was Robert's shoes, and that again made negative thoughts run through her head.

Walking slowly into the living room, a few pieces of men's and women's clothes lay on the floor and sofa. Her steps began to falter, her breath began to rush, her blood rippled, her heart raced very fast, dismissing all the negative things that managed to creep in her mind, she approached the room she knew was Robert's room.

The sound of sighs coming from a man and a woman managed to sound from the gap in the open door, tears were already running down Anna's cheeks, trying to pinch herself to make sure that tonight was just a dream but sadly it wasn't a dream.

Delores then ventured to open the door a little wider to confirm everything, even though she already knew what kind of sight awaited her.

Robert made out with another woman. The occasional sigh and groaning sound passionately emanated from the two of them as if slicing and ripping her heart apart.

For a moment Delores could not move, frozen like a fool, and watched her boyfriend have sex with another woman.

This time, Delores was completely crushed. All of her hopes about Robert suddenly collapsed, the person she had considered the savior and encouragement of her life now changed and hurt her more than anything, more than anyone. The feeling was so painful that she thought of ending her life right then and there.

Giving someone anything and doing everything without caring about herself is a big mistake.

With unsteady steps and clear granules that continued to flow without her noticing, she left the apartment. Carrying gifts and cakes that she had prepared, walking aimlessly with a blank stare.

Carrying a gift and a box containing a birthday cake that she had prepared, walking aimlessly with a blank stare.

The rain again started to wet the earth, as if to feel the pain she was experiencing, although not as hard as before but it was enough to make her clothes soaked.

Delores walked down the sidewalk without paying attention to the pouring rain and the gaze of several people who were still driving past as if to strip herself, the suppressed screams that she had been suppressing since earlier, now broke out, she screamed and cried profusely under the pouring rain. Her painful cries mixed with raindrops, united to form a symphony full of sorrow, all her memories with Robert replayed like a broken record in her head.

Staying in that position for a few minutes, spilling everything she felt. lost her mother at a young age, her father left her alone, and now her lover who was the last place to complain betrayed her.

Delores realized that from the start she had been alone.

The rain started to subside, the night air that seemed to have reached its lowest point made Delores realize something that made her heart hurt even more.

Has she been used all this time?

Was Robert just faking her?

These thoughts instantly made her want to scream hysterically again.

Working day and night just to pay off debts and help pay for Robert's education is not something easy for her, especially at a very young age.

Delores returned to continue her wobbly steps, her clothes that were already soaking wet did not make her steps stop in the slightest. The wind was blowing slowly carrying the distinctive smell of rain.

No one knows what the girl had in mind, her steps stopped right in front of a bar.

Without the slightest hesitation, Delores entered the building, two guards greeted her warmly but were simply ignored.

All eyes immediately fell on her, maybe because her clothes were still wet and puffy eyes which made her appearance even worse but Delores didn't care. She just walked over to the counter desk and sat on the barstool there. Her long hair looks very disheveled with occasional drops of water dripping from the ends. She didn't care if it was her first time entering a place like this nor did she care how messy she looked now.

"What do you want to drink, Miss?" asked a bartender who was already in front of Anna, only the counter desk separated them.

"Anything," she said as she rubbed her eyes that wanted to shed tears again.

It didn't take long, a clear glass of drink was placed in front of her making her look up to face the man.

"I didn't ask for mineral water," Delores told the man.

"Tch," The voice of a man who turned out to be not far from her managed to distract her. Delores just turned to look at the man briefly and then turned back to face the bartender, there was nothing wrong with her anyway.

"S-sorry Miss, this is..."

"Change! I want something else," said Anna, interrupting the bartender.

The bartender just obeyed with a face holding back a laugh. If it weren't for the bar rules that require employees to be polite to customers, he might have laughed. The drink was not mineral water but white wine, one of the alcoholic drinks in the bar.

The air temperature in the air-conditioned room made Anna's body tremble a little from the cold, especially because her clothes were still wet.

A glass of dark red drink was placed in front of her, the fragrant aroma of blueberries emanating from the drink made her want to taste it immediately. It didn't take long for Delores to start downing the drink, it tasted astringent.

"Not bad for a beginner." The man's voice again bothered her but Delores chose to ignore it.

"Again," she said and then passed the empty glass to the bartender.

"Are you sure Miss? I'm afraid..." Before finishing his sentence, Delores snatched the bottle with writer's Nero d'Avola in it from the bartender's hand and gulped it straight from the bottle without first pouring it into the glass.

Delores didn't care about anything, all she wanted now was to forget everything. The feeling of hurt she was experiencing made her sanity slightly disappear. She didn't care if people would call her a bad girl or anything like that, she didn't care.

The drink she knew from the writing on the bottle was red wine, she hadn't drunk half of it and she was already starting to get dizzy.

"Hey, this is for you," Delores said as she tossed the box to the man sitting not far from her.

As if knowing that the box was towards him, reflexively one of his hands grabbed the box and placed it on the counter desk.

"Stop looking at me like that, I'm still sane," said Delores again in a drunken voice.

"Keep it for me, or it's up to you. No, no, just throw it away."

"But if you throw it away, then I'm sad," she said again, starting to ramble with a slightly sobbing tone.

Delores gulped down the contents of the bottle again, her mind had started to float, and her body, she felt it was very light unlike usual.

"I don't need this trash, throw it yourself and don't bother other people," the cold voice of the man again tickled Anna's senses and at the same time, the box she gave the man was thrown at her again and hit her head.

"Huh, even other people don't want this gift," said Delores trying to reach the box that was lying on the floor, with one hand holding the back of a chair that was only a few centimeters high.

Her body was wobbly, but her hands were holding on to the chair and managed to prevent her from falling.

"Then, this is for you," said Delores again, pushing the box at the bartender who served her with one hand supporting her head.

"Just accept it, or I'll cry," Delores added. The clear granules had already flowed down her luscious cheeks before finishing her sentence.

Not knowing what to do, the bartender gave up and accepted the box. He didn't know what's in it, he didn't know.

After handing over the box, everything that could reach her sight suddenly spun and left its axis. It succeeded in making a feeling of nausea hunt in her body.

The cold feeling she had felt a moment ago had now disappeared and was replaced by heat, she was very hot.

Bowed her head at the counter desk to reduce her feeling of dizziness but that didn't help her at all. Her dizziness grew, and even lifting her head was too heavy for her. But at the same time, she felt very peaceful, very calm, her breath was light like she didn't have any problems in her life.

"Miss, are you all right?" asked the bartender when he saw the woman sitting in front of him not moving at all.

"Um," Delores answered simply.

"Miss, can you give me the phone number of your family or friend, so one of them can pick you up here?"

"Erm," Delores answered again with an incoherent mumble, her eyes felt heavy. But her senses were still able to hear all the bartender's words.

"Where's your Handphone? I'll find the number of your family or your friends, you just need to tell me the name," said the man again.

"Me alone," Delores whispered, sounding sobbing.

"I'm alone, I don't have anyone," Delores said again

"Will you make me your wife?" Delores added again, raising her head suddenly to look at the man.

"S-sorry?" The bartender responded in surprise, even though he knew that the woman in front of him was very drunk, but even though she was drunk, no one would offer herself to others for free.

Just a few seconds of lifting her head and Delores already felt like she wasn't on earth, everything she saw turning like clockwork. Even though she was not aware of everything she said.

"Forget it, you're poor," Delores rambled incoherently.

"Forget it, you're poor," Delores chirped incoherently. She bowed her head again at the counter desk. Dizziness and feeling nauseous are more intense.

"This is how it feels when someone is drunk?"

"Bad," she mumbled back with her head still down.

Her eyes were already closed because if she opened them again, she would probably throw up everything in her stomach right then and there.

The ringing of the handphone of someone she assumed was the man who refused her gift tickled her ears. To be honest, although at this time Delores looks like someone who has lost consciousness, everything around her can still be heard very clearly.

"Hmm," a man's baritone voice heard.

"I told you to stop bothering me," he seemed to be speaking to someone on the other end of the phone.

"Stop acting like that, you are disturbing me," and after saying that, the man immediately ended the call unilaterally.

Delores did not miss a word of the man's conversation, because her position was only limited by two bar stools. If Delores guessed it might be that guy's boyfriend.

"What an asshole," Delores muttered again.

"Hey, you. Stop treating women like that, women also have hearts, don't act like you're the only one on this earth," she added in a voice that rose and fell, typical of drunken people.

Feeling that all these words were directed at him, the man turned and faced the woman who had been bothering him since earlier. He didn't know what problem she had with him that he kept being bullied.

"I think with your current condition, you don't have to meddle in other people's affairs, Miss."

Delores just sighed at the man's words that seemed to be directed at her.

"Miss, can you tell me the telephone number of your friend or your family to pick you up here?" asked the bartender again, repeating the same question.

"Hhhh, my mother, you can go dig it in the grave. As for my father, it would be great if you search for it for me, my hands are itching to kill him. What if you take me later," Delores replied in a high tone then returned to sobbing, it seemed she had not forgotten all the things that happened in her life.

"What a crazy woman," muttered the man sitting next to her.

"Ah I have one person, but I doubt if he will care for me, tsk," she said again then laughed loudly like someone who had lost her sanity.

Seeing the change in expression on the woman in front of him happen so quickly made the bartender feel a little guilty. For the bartender, it was the first time he'd seen someone so pathetic, especially if it was a woman. He felt sorry but also felt funny at the same time.

Seconds turned to minutes, minutes turned to hours, it didn't feel like Delores had been in that place for two and a half hours.

No more mumbling could be heard, only occasional sobs escaped her lips. And then silence, like a person sleeping. The bartender just sighed resignedly and patiently waited until the woman would come back to her senses.

Delores had stopped drinking an hour ago because she couldn't hold her weight anymore and finally unconsciously, she dropped her head on the counter desk and fell asleep there.

Delores blinked her eyes, still, under the influence of the alcoholic drink she tried to look around her, it seemed that her dizziness had eased a bit. But it doesn't feel good at all. Her throat was very dry. She was very thirsty.

Seeing a bottle of mineral water in front of her, Delores immediately grabbed it and drank it without asking who the water belonged to.

The first gulp that made it past her throat she threw up again.

Her guess was wrong, it wasn't mineral water like she had in mind, it tasted so bland and sour like the taste of the drink she drank earlier.

"Shameless," it turned out that the man beside her still didn't leave his place. But Delores didn't care at all.

Her feelings are not stable, and occasionally a headache still whacks her head.

Suddenly a pair of men and women entered the bar, Delores turned around to see them and she was shocked.

What is that bastard doing here?

Wasn't he making love with a woman a while ago?

Who else was that woman with him?

It was clear to Delores that the woman with Robert was not the same earlier.

They approached the counter desk making Delores confused, she didn't know what to do to avoid Robert.

Her brain worked fast, the feeling of drunkenness that hit her a moment ago suddenly disappeared.

She didn't want to be seen by that asshole.

With the remaining courage, Delores immediately moved to the man sitting next to her and landed her lips on the man's lips.

Of course, shocked, the man glared and immediately pushed Delores but was restrained by her who had wrapped her arms around his neck with the drink bottle still in her grip. Wanted to push a second time but stopped when the man felt tears fall and wet the lips of the two who were still kissed.

"Help me, just this once," whispered Delores without taking their lips apart.

While the male bartender who saw the drunk woman's sudden change in attitude could only stare in shock. He thought it too barbaric.

"Pinot noir," the woman said, interrupting the bartender, one of her hands holding the arm of a man who was none other than Robert. Anna's lover.

"Honey, don't choose that drink, I don't want if you're drunk, choose another drink," said the man then pulled the barstool and invited the woman to sit.

"Working at the office stresses me out, honey, just this once, come on. It's a holiday tomorrow, after all, you're here," said the woman again and landed a kiss on the man's cheek.

"Never mind, it's up to you. But don't drink too much,"said the man again and then tried to look around the room.

His gaze stopped at a pair of lovers who were kissing right beside him, with the position of the woman with her back to him.

"What a shameless couple," said the woman who was with him as she followed Robert's gaze.

While on the other hand, Delores who overheard their conversation deepened her kiss. Her tears flowed profusely mixed with saliva as she played on the lips of the unknown man. Even though she didn't get a reply from the man, she didn't care.

Her heart hurts. She no longer cares about who her first kiss was given to, all she wants now is to get out of this place.

Delores broke the kiss and turned to hug the man.

"Help me, just this once. Take me away from here. I beg you," said Delores whispering right next to the man's ear with a voice still sobbing.

The man seemed to understand more or less about Anna's situation.

He then took out several amounts of money and paid for his drink as well as belonging to the woman who was still hugging him.

"The rest is for you," he said.

"Looks like you don't know the consequences of your actions, Miss," he whispered sensually with a smirk plastered on his lips. Then carried her with bridal style. While Delores flinched in surprise and reflexively hid her face in the man's broad chest.

The bartender who saw the strangeness of the two people just stared like an idiot.