The Billionaire's Strong Desire

Everything in the mansion looked expensive, making me afraid to touch it.

I felt awkward walking on the marble floor.

The crystal chandelier in the spacious living room was beautiful.

I pinched my cheeks secretly. I wasn't dreaming.

Diego and I climbed the stairs to my room.

Who would have believed a girl like me could fly on a private jet and live in a lavish mansion?

I really got lucky.

"This is my office. Don't come in without knocking," Diego said, pointing to a dark brown mahogany door.

"Okay." I nodded with a confused face. I had no reason to enter his office.

We stopped in front of a room with a light brown mahogany door.

"This is your room." Diego opened the door for me and invited me in.

I strolled, my heart beating very fast.

My eyes couldn't blink. My room was so beautiful and elegant!

If I hadn't remembered Diego was behind me, I would have screamed and jumped up and down like a kangaroo.

"Do you like your room?"

Diego's voice jolted me out of my happiness. I wasn't used to his voice.

"Just tell me what you don't like. I'll throw it out and replace it with something you like." Diego was still standing in the doorway.

He said that as if money wasn't something that was that important to him.

"I like my room," I said firmly.

"Thank you so much for giving me this room." I smiled broadly and sincerely at him.

"I promise to keep my room clean and take good care of the things here," I said earnestly.

I blinked. I wasn't sure, but I thought I saw Diego smile for a second.

"Come to the dining room for dinner," Diego said.

"Okay." I nodded.

"My room is on your right," Diego said before closing the door.

I reflexively raced to the door and turned the handle. The door was unlocked.

I gave a sigh of relief. I had been overly paranoid.

"Miss Harris."

I was surprised when an old man with white hair wearing a black butler's outfit stood in front of me before the door closed.

"What's wrong?"

"Here's your suitcase." He handed me my white suitcase.

"Oh, my, I forgot about it." I took it quickly, feeling strange getting help from someone else. "Thank you very much, sir–"

"I'm Ronald." Ronald smiled politely at me. "Tell me anything you need. I'm always in the kitchen."

"Okay, Ronald." I nodded. "Just call me Daniella."

"Okay, Daniella." Ronald nodded. "Excuse me."

I never had a maid. I was used to doing everything by myself. I didn't think I would ever ask Ronald for help.

I put my clothes in the walk-in closet. There were still many empty closets. I thought I would only have a closet with two doors.

The walk-in closet would still have space if I brought all my clothes.

I walked around my room. I felt like I was in a five-star hotel.

"Do I really live here without having to pay rent?"

I lay down to feel the softness and comfort of the queen-sized bed.

I took out my phone. I got a lot of messages and calls from Anna, Gilbert, Gabriella, and Clara.

I told Anna, Gilbert, and Gabriella about Diego's luxurious private jet and his mansion, which looked like a castle in a fairy tale.

[You didn't tell me you had a handsome, dashing stepbrother.] It was a message from Clara. She asked me a different question.

[I already told you I didn't know I had a stepbrother, didn't I?] I replied to Clara's message.

I smiled as I looked at the photo frame of me and my mother that I had placed on the nightstand.

"Mom, I have a new life now. I hope you are not disappointed in me for leaving Anna and Albert, who have been very good to us. Don't worry, I will not forget them."

My mother never appeared in my dreams. Those photos and videos would help me not to forget my mother.

"Daniella, it's time for dinner."

"Yes. I am coming." I walked quickly to the door, surprised to find Ronald waiting for me. I followed him because I didn't know where the dining room was.

I was stunned when I arrived at the dining room. A beautiful chandelier and a long dining table with lots of food.

I held my breath when I made eye contact with Diego. He was already sitting there.

I sat across from him because, while I felt uncomfortable with his stare, it would be impolite to sit at the head of the table.

We ate dinner in silence. No one spoke. I was grateful to my mother for teaching me table manners before she died.

I glanced toward the kitchen, and my eyes widened when I saw a male chef standing in front of the stove. No wonder the food was delicious and beautiful.

"Could I have a few minutes of your time, please?" I asked Diego after we finished eating and before he left the dining room.

"Yes. Go ahead." Diego focused his attention on me, making me nervous and hesitant momentarily.

"Do you live here? I saw online that your family and businesses are in New York."

"This is one of my homes. I come here when I want to get away from New York."

I rounded my mouth and nodded. "Will I meet your family? Maybe your father?"

"No." Diego shook his head, leaning back in his chair and clenching his jaw. "I have a bad relationship with them."

"So they don't know about me being here?"

Diego nodded.

I felt happy and surprised simultaneously, but at least I was relieved that I wouldn't have to see them.

"I want to work part-time."

"For what?"

"Of course, to earn money."

"I can give you whatever money you want."

"I want-" My eyes widened as Diego handed me a credit card.

Did he think I would accept everything he gave me?

"Buy whatever you want."

"I can't." I shook my head. "You paid for my college. I live in your mansion, and I get delicious food."

I prefer earning my own money, so I didn't want to owe him too much.

"Just keep that card. You might need it." Diego said coldly on his face.

I snorted. "I'll just keep it in my wallet," I said in annoyance.

"Are you done talking?" Diego asked.

"So, will you let me work part-time?" I begged him.

"I don't know what I will do until college starts," I said in a bored tone.

"Just work in one place," Diego replied.

"Okay, thanks." I was so happy.

Then I looked at him seriously because I wanted to ask him something sensitive, and I didn't know if this was the right time.

"Do you know who my biological father is? My mom never told me." I said gloomily.

"If she didn't tell you, then she didn't want you to know," Diego said.

"Do you know?"

"No." Diego shook his head.

"Then do you know why my mom and your dad divorced?" I asked, my heart racing as I waited for his answer.

"They didn't."

My heart stopped beating for a few seconds. It couldn't be. All my life, all I knew was that my mother and his father were divorced.

"Then why did my mom take me with her to Portland?"

Diego looked at me like he was arguing with himself, and then his phone rang.

"I have to take this call." Diego stood up. "You better focus on yourself."

I watched Diego leave with curiosity growing in my chest. If my mom and his dad didn't get divorced, then what really happened?