The bald man went inside my home as I stood out. Total shocked.

Where am I going to go now?

What about all my belongings that's in there?

Damien was there, enjoying my humiliation to the fullest.

I felt utterly useless.

"Let's go, Miss Smith." Said Damien. Where to? I didn't look at him. I don't want to see the happiness in those eyes, the satisfaction of looking at someone who is getting destroyed.

I did say I was nothing without my father. Now I'm homeless even.

I relaxed and step out away from what once I called my home. I don't know where I was walking. I was just going where I could. Wherever God takes me. I don't have any money with me either.

I kept walking, Damien wasn't following me. Thank god he is leaving me on peace. He would just probably taunt me; 'Now you're homeless, Miss Smith.' Ugh! why is the world filled with heartless creatures.

It was almost night. The moon was up in the sky. It was bright. Too bright. I wished my life was as bright as moonlight but somehow it's as dark as the sky above. I found myself walking in an alley way. Maybe I could spend the night here. But how many drunk druggies pass from here. What if someone rapes me. Just the thought had me shivering.

I heard a honk from a car. It stopped directly where I was standing. I took a glance at it, the driver of the car was none other then Damien Knight.

"Get in." He ordered.

"I don't want to go anywhere with you." I said, in a low voice. I don't know why I am denying him but deep down I want him to ask again. I cannot really say yes in one go.

"Are you going to sleep in the streets now, Miss Smith?" His voice was insulting me.

There were no tears in my eyes. My eyes are done shedding tears. I have already cried enough. Now I just feel empty and incompetent. Dad wanted to go so he went. He is happy now that he met mom. Mom, this word is too strange for my mouth. I wish I had mom but sometimes you cannot just get everything in life.

I knew this was gonna happen. I'll be left with nothing on streets.

"I'll be just fine, Mr Knight." No! I won't be. I don't even have a single friend in this big city. Such a lonely soul I am.

"Get in, now!" Why is he ordering so much. Sighing, I got inside the car. It was really cold out there. And the fact bad people, mafia even roam around streets at night made me tremble. If he's generously willing to help, then who am I to deny.

"Where are we going?" I asked as he started the car. He didn't reply, just looked straightly ahead as he drove us from there. Rude. I didn't bother asking again. We both stayed quiet.

He stopped when we reached a tall building. Is it where he lives? I was expecting a big mansion. He got out and I saw his chauffeur coming towards the car, probably to park it in a right place. I got out and followed him.

We went inside the building and I must say it was beautiful, it was screaming rich vibes. I'm sure in these buildings only billionaires like Damien lives.

Once we reached the last floor. There was a big door opening it to a big penthouse. We entered when Damien typed the lock. It was very luxurious, the walls were rich in color, there were different kind of paintings on the wall. He love arts? That's kind of surprising though.

He sat on the couch of living room and I was debating myself if I should sit too. It was my first time coming to his home. I don't even know if he welcomed me here out of generosity or pity.

I cleared my throat to grab his attention but he didn't look upto me. His eyes focused on the big TV that was there. Someone is too much interested in news, well of course that's kind of a duty of a billionaire, no? A maid came who looked fairly around her late 20's and served him a glass of water.

He never had a female personal assistant before but he has a maid around his age at his home. I wondered if jealousy just pinched me in the guts or what.

"Thanks, Emma." Did he just thank her? How about when I make him coffee so many times? He never thank me.

Emma nodded and finally took my presence in as she looked up to me, her eyes twitched with.. what delight? Is she happy to see me? Well the feeling isn't really matural, Emma. And I'm sorry for that.

She looked like a proper lady. Someone who is sophisticated, who's beautiful, someone who will be perfect match for Damien. But what am I even thinking? he is already engaged.

"Hi, dear!" Emma greeted me.

"Don't dear me." I snapped out of no where. This made Damien glare at me.

"Oh! I'm sorry." She said, she looked embarrassed as she picked up the empty glass and went back wherever she came from. I feel bad now for snapping at her. Maybe she was just nice and here I was thinking she was same as Melissa.

I'll just apologise to her. I'm having rough day here.

"You won't be disrespecting any of my worker, Miss Smith." Talk about respect? He doesn't show me one bit, then asking me to show it others. Hypocrite. How unfair it is.

I rolled my eyes, nodded and looked down at my feet.

"How dare you roll your eyes at me, Miss Smith." Damien glared at me. Giving me a look 'I'm the boss here, I can dismiss you right this moment.' I bit my lip in nervousness. I shouldn't have rolled my eyes. When I know he is the only one who can help me. Very coldly, but he still is. And I'm glad for that.