Saved by The Billionaire

Anna's POV

The bridge was quieter than I expected.

The beauty of the shining moon, windy night and darkness only made my resolution harder. I have decided, and I am not going to back off from my decision.

It's not like anyone cared about my decision or the way I felt, anyway. Everyone in my life had decided to leave me because of one stupid decision that I had made in the rush of sentiments. One stupid thing that had changed my life.

One damn stupid thing.

Right at the moment, as I walk barefoot on these empty roads, lit only by road lights, I realize how one small action can ruin your life. How, abruptly, your life can change within a blink of an eye. How, who you thought were people you loved and who loved you back, can abandon you in the most difficult time of your life.

The river beneath the bridge caught the city lights and scattered them across the dark water like broken pieces of something that used to be whole.

Which was kinda like me.

I stood there for a few minutes or so. I stood there thinking of how I could be so stupid to make such a mistake that just turned my life upside down.

I just can't do it anymore I can't live with this pain anymore it's too much,with so much regret I decided there was nothing more I could do than to just end it all and absolutely nothing was going to change my decision.

I climbed over the railing,which so much tears filled in my eyes my heart was so heavy. As I closed my eyes ready to end it all , "I'm sorry Mom and Dad. I love you." I whispered and let go of the railing. Letting myself off the sorrow and pain.

I started to fall forward

But

Suddenly, all the air in my lungs left my body when someone grabbed me around from my waist and pulled me back. In a blink of an eye, I was picked up and swung up and over the railing then back on to road.

My grip tightened on the railing as I turned my head. A man right Infront on me he was tall like above 6 feet, handsome like when I mean handsome he had a breathtaking beautiful face and he was looking at me with the steadiest pair of grey eyes I had ever seen.

Even in the dim light of the bridge he was startlingly handsome like the kind of handsome that didn't ask for your attention but commanded it anyway.

"Fuck, why did you stop me," I yelled at him

"Miss are you okay" ,he asked looking very concerned yet stunned

"Who do you think you are?!" The words ripped out of me ragged and raw.

I asked and pushed him back with all my strength. He was not expecting me to attack him. Hence, he stumbled on his feet a little which made him lose his balance and fall back.

I wiped my face with the back of my hand and stood. He did as well. He looked at me like I had gone crazy. Which was not wrong.

"Who do you think you are,huh?" I yelled. "That's all I'm asking."

This time he did not even move an inch with my push. He just stood there looking at me. I pushed him again.

"Why does everyone think that they could treat me like trash?" I questioned him.

I pushed him again.

"How dare you to stop me?" I asked him.

I pushed at his chest again but didn't say anything this time.

Now, more tears were pouring out of my eyes and my nose was running. I knew my cheeks had turned red more from crying than feeling cold.

All the while, I was pushing him away, not once did he raise his hands to stop me from hitting him. Nor once, he flinched back. Not once, he asked me to stop cursing at him.

I was venting my own personal anger at him that he certainly did not deserve. He did not deserve my attacks or my cussing or my anger.

At the moment, I was feeling like an idiot who let a stranger witness me in my worst state. I was so out of my mind that I wanted to break something. Punch something. Or at least scream at someone.

But all I did was to stand there like an idiot and glare at him. A person who saved me.

"Get out of my way." I murmured and pushed him to a side so that I could walk away.

Instead, all of a sudden, blackness engulfed me but not before I noticed that I had fallen into the stranger's arms who grabbed me right before I fell and everything went blank.

Anna's POV

My eyes opened slowly.

In a half-asleep state, I rolled over to my back. I was lying on my stomach earlier. Sunlight hit my face, making my eyes blink open. I let out a sigh. My vision was not clear. I rubbed my eyes with the back of my fist and looked around me. For once, I thought everything was normal. And I was in my bedroom, in my house with my family.

My head ached badly, so I squeezed my eyes shut and grumbled out the words, "Mom? Can you please bring me some water? I feel so sick." I said in a hoarse voice. However, no reply came. I opened my eyes to look around.

It was then when I got my senses back.

My head snapped up when I realized that it was not my bedroom. But someone else's. Frantically, I moved my eyes around and took in the place that I was in. It was some luxurious suite type bedroom. It had a huge and I mean huge TV. It had a fireplace.

On the right side of my hand, on the entrance, was a table with a flowerpot on it. Also, I just realized that I was lying on a double bed and the blanket that covered me was made of silk.

In conclusion, I was at someone else's place. Not mine. Shit!

I tried to remember last night. Trying to remember what had happened. But could not seem to remember anything. My headache like it had been hit by a metal rod. My whole body felt heavy and I felt really exhausted. I did not need any expert to tell me that I looked like a mess.

I needed to get out of here.

I had to.

I threw the blankets that were covering me to a side and stood up in a hurry.

But all of a sudden the door swung open. Instantly, my head snapped towards the direction and I saw a tall man entering inside, with a glass of water in his hand.

Seeing him, I stopped in my tracks for a second. It was more because of the beauty I saw standing in front of me than for the fact I saw a stranger in a stranger's house.

He was devastatingly beautiful. Well, if not beautiful then certainly, the most handsome guy I had ever seen in my life. He was tall. And I mean TALL. Or maybe I was too short. He was approximately more than six feet and four inches tall. He had long legs that were covered by his blue faded jeans. And he was fit. His muscles were more defined than a normal man's. Even though he was wearing a shirt, it did nothing to hide his hard muscles beneath it.

"You asked for water?" He asked in a magnetic deep voice as he approached me and extended the glass of water towards me. Who the hell was he?

"Umm... I need to leave." I said in a bit of frantic tone and started to leave. However, he grasped my hand and just as quickly removed it. He nodded his head.

"You can leave. But at least drink this water first. You asked for it. You must be thirsty." He said.

If he wanted to harm me then he would have done that a long time ago. I stared at the glass in horror. Then my eyes moved towards his. He was looking at me expectantly. Without saying anything, I took the glass from him and drowned the water in a few gulps. On the last sip, I choked and started coughing a little. He took the glass from me. I straightened up.

"Last night..." I began but did not continue. He placed the glass on the bedside table and turned to me.

"Last night, you drank a little too much. You fainted because of it. And you may have wanted to jump from the bridge..." He said and left the last sentence hanging around us. I gasped at his words, for a second I completely forgot that I was in a drunken state last night while trying to end my life. Alongside that , then it all came crashing down to me. My parents threw me out of the house and disowned me. My friends decided to abandon me as well. And I'm stupid enough to never start a job to earn a living. Now, I'm not just homeless and abandoned but also I had no reason to live. I was hopeless.

My shoulders shook as I let out a sob.

"Why don't you just sit down first? You should rest. It's not good for your baby."

He said.

And then, it was then, I realized the reason for all my trouble.

This baby.

My knees turned jelly and gave out from under me. I slid down and landed on the bed. I bowed my head. My hands shook when I grabbed a handful of my hairs and tucked them. Tightly, I closed my eyes.

"Oh my god." I said in a shaky tone when I realized what my life had turned out to be. I could not help but start crying in a muffled voice. This pain that I was feeling, was too much and too loud. All the blood in me rushed into my head as I tucked on the strings. Hoping it would dull the pain that I was feeling inside. My inside clenched and twisted into knots. I felt like gagging.

I was too engrossed in my pain that I even ignored the fact that I was breaking down in front of a stranger. I felt his presence only when the side of the bed dipped, and he sat down beside me. He did not say anything. While I kept crying and crying. I did not stop until I felt that I had no more tears left to cry.

I stopped crying and pushed my hairs back that had fallen on my face, and we're sticking to my face. Suddenly, a hand placed a handkerchief on my leg.

Without ever uttering a word, he stood up and left the room.

I looked at the handkerchief and reluctantly, wiped my face. I also cleaned my nose with it. My head was still aching badly.

The door opened and the stranger entered the room once again. He had another glass of water with him. He handed me the glass but this time he also gave me two pills.

"For your headache." He said. I took the pills.

"Okay, now, tell me why you are crying and why did you want to jump from the bridge and suicide, yesterday?" He asked me directly, without beating around the bush. I looked at him. He looked back at me.

I sniffed before I told him.

"It's none of your business." I murmured slowly.

"It is my business when I saved you from almost drowning yourself in alcohol and jumping from the bridge. So tell me."

He said. His voice did not hold any hint of anger or irritation.

Just a mere fact. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and stared at me. I glanced at him. He looked serious enough.

Somehow I felt that he wouldn't make fun of me or throw me out of the house if I told him my secret. At least not as quick as my parents were. Plus, I wanted to tell someone and ease the burden on my shoulders. Thus, I decided to trust a stranger and told him everything. I made myself comfortable on the bed and started speaking.

"I went to a party. Obviously, I got drunk. A bit too much..." I said and then let out a sigh at my stupidness. How could I be that stupid?

"I had sex with a guy. Without a condom." I told him. Feeling ashamed of my actions. I put my hands around my arms and rubbed it up and down to comfort myself.

"Well. At the heat of the moment and in my drunken state I did not realize, what stupid mistake I was making. Hence, after two weeks, I found out that I was pregnant. To no surprise." I said in a heavy voice. It was like I was living the scenes again.

"I tried to look for that guy. Asked my friends, the people at the party or anyone who had a clue who that guy was, but no one knew." I explained.

"I told my parents and they disowned me. My friends had already left my side because I was pathetic in their eyes and would have dented their coolness if I hung around them. I was too uncool to hang out with." I told him. I swallowed hard to wet my dry throat.

"Now, I don't have a job. I don't have my family. I don't have my friends or anyone with me. I don't know what I should do." I said in a hoarse voice and clenched my eyes shut. For a long time, I didn't open my eyes but when I did I saw his face which was deprived of any sort of expressions.

He thought that I was pathetic. I knew it

But I asked that I should have asked way before explaining my whole life.

"Who are you?" I asked him. His eyes gleamed at my question.

"My name is Alex, Alex Tide" He said. And my eyes widened at his name.

Wait

"The owner of White Jem's Company?"

Anna's POV

"The owner of White Jem's Company?" I asked him.

Unable to believe what I heard. He gave me a half smile and moved his eyes to look at the floor for a second.

"Yeah. I was not hoping for you to know about my company." He replied.

I half laughed and half snorted in disbelief.

Anyone, in their right mind, would know what White Jem's Company was.

It was one of the most popular clothing manufacturing companies in the USA. It had branches all over the world. It had a net - worth of over a billion.

"You are kidding me, right? How will no one know about White Jem's Company? Especially someone who worked in my field of work." I said in disbelief.

"In your field of work? Specifically, in which field are you from?" He asked me.

"Fashion designing." I answered him. It seemed to amuse him.

"But I hadn't even completed my course and nobody would take in a student without a strong reference." I told him but it sounded like I was talking to myself. I let out a sob of helplessness. What am I supposed to do now?

"The hell is wrong with me?" I asked myself.

My tears made their way down my cheeks and my nose started running. Alex handed me a tissue and stood up.

"Will you work for me?" He asked me. I looked at him in daze. My mind was fuzzy and was not working properly.

"Work for you?" I asked him, wiping my eyes, cheeks and nose.

"Yeah, work for me. You need a job. I'll give you a job. You will learn under one of my employees and you will earn from it. Consider it as a paid internship.

And I will give you a house. One you can live in until you become capable of buying yourself one. How does that sound?" He asked me.

My mouth slightly fell open and I became uncomfortable with his offer.

Slowly, I stood up and stared at the ground.

"No. I can't accept your offer. I may look like a damsel - in - distress but I don't need anyone's help." I replied to his question.

I heard him heaving out a sigh and darted my eyes to meet him. "I am not doing you any favor nor am I giving you any help. You will Work for all of these you are getting. You can pay rent for your house if it matters that much to you." He told me.

"Plus, you do not have any other options, except for working for me. Except if you are considering suicide again, which is out of the questions.

I won't let you do it. You need to feed yourself and your baby. And you need to earn. It's a great opportunity if you want to take it." He told me. I looked at him. I took in his features.

He was beautiful. His grey eyes were bright. His figure was broad. Tall, fit and handsome. Like a magnificent angel. He came to help me like an angel.

"Why are you helping me?" I asked him in a whisper. My voice was heavy filled with tears.

"Why are you helping me when no one else did?" I asked him, again. This time, my pain was evident in my voice.

My family, the one that should have loved and supported me when I needed them the most, left me hanging alone. My friends, it makes me laugh out loud at the word friends, abandoned me when they should have stood by my side. Especially, when the whole sky was falling on my shoulders.

"Because you are a human and you deserve to live. And so does your baby." He replied.

His bright grey eyes crinkled with kindness.

Even for a man who was so rich, his kindness remained earthly.

I closed my eyes and swallowed before giving him a small smile. Pressing a hand on my stomach, I rubbed it. "Thank you. Me and my baby will remember your kindness, forever." I told him. He smiled in return.

"You should sleep now. You can start working from tomorrow or a day after, your choice. One of my employees will tell you about your work and later you can visit your new house." He told me.

"No. I want to start working as soon as possible. I will start tomorrow." I replied. He nodded encouragingly.

"Sure. For now, I think you should go to bed." He told me.

"Okay." I answered him.

"Good night." I said and moved to lie down."Good night." He said. He shut off the lights and closed the door. Finally, I slept with a stress-free head and fell into a deep sleep.

Next day I woke up with a jerk and I realized someone was calling me.

"Miss? Miss?" I heard a feminine voice call me. I blinked my eyes a few times and saw a middle-aged woman standing on the side of my bed. By her uniform, I was pretty sure that she was the maid of this house.

"What?" I asked. My voice was groggy from just waking up. "Mr. Tide wants you to be ready and come downstairs. He wants to have breakfast with you." She told me. Pulling up the blanket that was thrown on the side of the bed, she began folding it.

"What?" I asked her again. Unable to get the meaning of her words for a few seconds."He is waiting for you, downstairs.

So please hurry." She told me. I ran my hands through my hair and stood up.

The maid, whose name was Marina, guided me to the bathroom and started cleaning up the room herself. I offered her my help but she denied it by telling me that it was her work and that was what she was getting paid for.

I bathed, brushed my teeth and freshened up. I wrapped myself in a towel and realized that I did not have any other fresh clothes to wear. Cursing, I poked my head outside and called out to Maria.

"Marina. Marina?" I called out loud.

Nobody replied. I called again but again there was no response.

No one was inside the room. Therefore I decided that it was safe to step outside.

"Marina?" I called out once again. The silence greeted me in answer. I looked around the room, but Marina was not there. I was alone. I bit my lip and started to think what should I do? My hair was still wet and water was dripping down from them.

"Hello? What is taking you so long?" A deep voice came and the door creaked open. I turned around and clutched to my towel when I saw Alex standing outside. A startled gasp left my mouth as I looked at him horrified.

Alex looked shocked, seeing me standing there in a towel. His eyes inadvertently trailed down on my body. When they travelled back to my face and reached my eyes, he looked away quickly.

"I'm sorry. I should not have entered without knocking. I am not used to knocking in my house." He told me.

I stood there like a statue, still clutching to my towel. I was unable to move or fathom what I should do next.

"Why aren't you dressed yet?" He questioned me, still staring away from my figure. I squirmed at the same spot that I was standing.

"I was looking for Maria." I told him. My face was on fire from embarrassment and I was pretty sure that it had turned a little red.

"Why? Do you need something?" He glanced my way at the corners of his eyes, assessing me. Was there concern in his eyes I asked myself?

"Are you hurt somewhere from your jump, earlier?" He asked me.

I shook my head slightly. This time it was me who looked away and stared at the wall. Not wanting to see his face when I answered the question.

"I don't have any fresh clothes." I whispered in a low voice. Feeling ashamed and vulnerable from standing only in a towel.

"Oh, right. I'll send Marina with a new set of fresh clothes. Dress up and come downstairs. I have to leave for my office, I will drop you off, too." He said.

With that, I heard him turn around and shoot out of the room in a hurry.

Shutting the door behind him in a rush.

I quickly rushed inside the bathroom and sat down on the aisle.

If the starting of a day was like this then what was going to happen throughout the day?