The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

The old man scanned the mother and daughter before him, and in the next second, pulled out a stick of cotton candy, presenting it to Twila. "Hey kiddo, you're quite the charmer, I like you. So here, this cotton candy's on me." Twila instinctively reached out for it. But then she remembered her mom's warning about not accepting treats from strangers. She withdrew her hand, "Thanks, but no thanks."

The old man, taken by her politeness, insisted, "Come on, take it. I made it myself, as a little reward for well-behaved and smart kids like you."

Twila, unable to resist the temptation, finally gave in, "Thank you."

She held the cotton candy as if it were a precious treasure.

Hestia handed the old man a couple of dollars, "Thank you for your kindness, this is all I have."

The old man refused the money, "No need, young lady."

He then handed her another stick, "I can see life hasn't been easy for you, raising a child on your own. Everyone deserves a sweet treat now and then."

Hestia, holding the cotton candy in one hand and the two dollars in the other, was suddenly reminded of someone from her past who used to look out for her.

As a bus sped past, Hestia caught a glimpse of her reflection in the window and felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her.

...

accompanied

chance, the local clinic's doctor heard them asking about Hestia

you guys? What do you want with

friends of Hestia," they

troublemakers but still cautious, was about to say more

no, not again!" he exclaimed, rushing towards Hestia's home, with Nathan and

door, the sound of a man's angry shouts

"Stop, just stop-"

"Merrick, have you no shame? Can't you stop hitting your wife for

rage, retorted, "This wench has been flirting around; she deserves

the floor, a mess, clutching a stick of cotton candy, while Twila stood by, her face pale and streaked

to strike again when Nathan swiftly kicked him down, restraining him, "Hitting a woman? What kind of man does that make you?" "Damn it, let me go-" Merrick cursed, writhing

looked on, horrified, as Nathan firmly subdued Merrick, who then accused her,

finally quiet, Nathan, disgusted, wiped his hands with a tissue and approached Hestia, "Miss

Hestia tense

of the Lynette family,"