Poor Girl Mocked At A Rich School Party, Until A Billionaire Calls Her Daughter
What if the girl everyone laughed at... turned out to be the one person in that room who actually belonged there? Nobody noticed when Maya walked in. Well — that's not true. Everyone noticed. They just made sure she felt it. Her dress was clean. Ironed. But it wasn't designer. And at Westbrook Academy's annual gala, that was basically a crime. One girl laughed loud enough for the whole room to hear. Said something about scholarship kids crashing the party. The room joined in. Maya stood there, absorbing every word, every smirk, every glance up and down. She grabbed her bag. Decided she'd rather wait outside than spend another second in that room. Then the doors opened. Vincent Hale walked in. The Vincent Hale. Billionaire. The man whose name was carved into half the buildings in the city. The whole room shifted — people straightening up, fixing their hair, desperate to be seen by him. But he wasn't looking at them. He was looking at Maya. He crossed the...