You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Joyce dragged her trolley case, panting as she climbed the hill, looking down at her phone’s location every now and then.

No. 1 Sophora Street.

She didn’t realize that Luther’s house was halfway up the hill, and most importantly, there was no bus that could take her there!

Rich people really do like to live in the mountains.
She was literally walking on two broken legs.
She should have let his driver pick it up.

After quite some hard work, she climbed halfway up the mountain, and finally, she saw the mansion gate, which was surprisingly at the end of the road. Did he just own all the rest of the mountain?

When the big iron door slowly opened, Joyce was dumbfounded.
Inside, boulevards, neat lawns, shaped flowers, and fountain sculptures stretch on and on.

Very far away! An imposing golden European-style building stood on the hillside, shining dazzlingly in the setting sunlight.

Infinity, that’s about it.

Joyce was almost crawling when she finally reached the door of the main house.

panting against the Roman columns in front of

the contempt and disdain in his eyes. She knew she looked a mess now, with her clothes soaking wet and one of her suitcase wheels falling off. But she didn’t even have the

into the living

decor was even more beyond her imagination – crystal chandeliers more

a noblewoman, with a

Mullen glanced at Joyce with disdain, who was wearing white sneakers, an apparently cheap t-shirt, and dragging a worn-out trolley

the house? As they

are the wife of my

dare brother let this kind of person be my sister-in-law? I don’t want it!

They both lived in the penthouse, one of the busiest places downtown, and tonight they were here all

college class, and she knew very well that Shelly had always looked

Shelly would be Luther’s

end of her sophomore year, she skipped

Professor Owens to enter the automotive design internship program based

get in herself.