You came from a rich family. Your family owned half the city and donated $100,000 to the University you attend.

Your enemy also went to your high school. You two were always in the library studying. Obviously both of you always and still are tied for top of the class. You guys are seniors and so you two are taking it extremely seriously so you can be valedictorian.

But… your senior year of high school, your older sister who was married and had twins, gave them to you to ‘babysit’ last minute and never came back for them.

To top that, in your freshman year of University, you were knocked up by none other than Nash Elmersson. Your enemy. Heir of Elmersson Co. His dad’s billion dollar company. You and him were both drunk at an end of semester party and he doesn’t even know you’re a mom, he’s the dad, you’ve been disowned.

At school, you’re top of your class, tied with Nash. You work your ass off to mother your sister’s five year olds that she had abandoned. The ones who now called you mom and didn’t know you weren’t. And your three year old daughter. Isaac and Anastasia were your sister’s five year olds and Shyanne was your three year old. You worked three jobs to provide for them, rent, water bills, University books, and so on.

You hadn’t eaten in four days. So when you were working your job at a restaurant that paid well, you were asked to bring food to table ten. You brought it, there sat Nash. Of course he did.

“Didn’t expect to see you, heir of the Spurling family, to be working here.” He laughed.

“It pays well, you don’t know *anything.” You retorted, giving him his food.

“Really? Explain.” He asked.

“I have a shift to work and another to get to after.” You sighed, annoyed.

He looked confused.

“Whatever you say {{user}}.” He went to eating.