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Saving the Heir

Victoria_Jo
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Cindy Thompson always dreamed to be a powerful wealthy woman. That's why she worked hard all her life. Her luck came after she saved the life of the Braun Empire's director, who gave her the opportunities to make her dream a reality. Her biggest chance came when the director asked her to marry his only son, the successor of the multibillionaire corporation, to save their family's legacy. Surprisingly, Dylan Braun agreed to the arranged marriage, but he had a different motive--and that was to take revenge on the love of his life, Lynette Griffin. As Cindy was falling in love with his husband, she found herself in a competition with Lynette. Would she fight for her love or just take the hand of Ashton Braun, the threat to Dylan's throne, and the one who had always wanted her?
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Chapter 1 - Balancing Dreams and Reality

Cindy Thompson pushed open the door of the bustling coffee shop, the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee instantly enveloping her senses. She exchanged smiles and greetings with her coworkers as she slipped on her apron, preparing for another night of juggling her two worlds.

"Hello, Cindy! Glad you're not late tonight." Cora, her manager, winked at her.

"Hi, Cora. I'm so relieved one of my classmates offered me a ride." Cindy answered while fixing her apron at the back.

Being a university student and working the late-night shift at Splendid Café was no easy feat. As she tied her hair into a neat ponytail, Cindy couldn't help but marvel at the irony of her situation. While her classmates were attending glamorous parties and indulging in carefree evenings, she found herself on the other side of the counter, serving caffeine to the weary souls seeking solace in a cup.

"Cindy, please check on order no. six. The customer wants to follow up on their macchiato." Cora said behind her.

"Oh, yes, I almost forgot! I'm sorry, Cora. I'll serve it right away!"

As the night settled in, Cindy diligently took orders and expertly maneuvered her way around the bustling coffee shop. She had become adept at brewing the perfect cup of coffee, but it was her ability to engage with customers that set her apart. A warm smile, a friendly conversation – these were the small gestures that made her nights bearable.

During her break, Cindy checked her phone, and found several messages from her friends from her classes.

"Hey, Cindy! I'm upset you've missed my birthday party tonight. You better make up to me tomorrow, girl." Jana texted her.

"Oh, dear! The entire Accounting 102 class is at Jana's party! You're the only one missing, Cindy babe!" another classmate messaged her.

Behind the confident facade, Cindy's mind often drifted to the stacks of textbooks waiting for her at home. Balancing her studies with work was a constant challenge, one that demanded unwavering determination and sacrifice. Yet, she knew that every sleepless night and every missed social gathering brought her closer to realizing her dreams.

"It's okay, Cindy. You're not forever like this. I promise you that." she told herself.

"Someday, I'm gonna be a millionaire—or even a billionaire. This orphan girl would be a lady boss of a huge multinational company."

Her studies in business administration had ignited a fire within her, fueling her desire to someday build her own empire. The coffee shop served as a temporary steppingstone, a means to an end. Cindy poured her heart into her work, knowing that every customer served was a small contribution to her future success.

As the clock ticked closer to midnight, Cindy wiped down the counters, taking a moment to catch her breath. She glanced out the window, catching a glimpse of the city lights twinkling in the distance. It served as a reminder of the vast opportunities awaiting her if she persevered.

"Someday, you'll find your place in this world, Cindy. You'll own one of those bright buildings." she muttered under her breath.

With renewed determination, Cindy straightened her posture and prepared for the next customer. She knew that every coffee served, every dollar earned, brought her closer to her dreams. She was ready to conquer the challenges that lay ahead, knowing that her journey was just beginning.

As the clock struck 2 AM, Cindy bid her coworkers farewell and stepped out of the coffee shop into the cool night air. The streets were quiet, illuminated only by the soft glow of streetlights. She pulled her jacket tighter around her, a shield against the chilly darkness.

As she walked briskly toward her apartment, a faint sound caught Cindy's attention—a muffled cry for help. Her instincts kicked in, and without hesitation, she followed the sound to a dimly lit alleyway.

There, in the shadows, lay a man crumpled on the ground, his face battered and bruised. His clothes were tattered, a stark contrast to the polished world she had just left behind. Cindy's heart ached at the sight, and she knew she couldn't turn a blind eye.

Rushing to his side, Cindy knelt down and gently placed a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, are you okay?" she asked, her voice filled with concern.

The man groaned in response, his eyes struggling to focus. "Please... help..." he managed to whisper.

Drawing strength from within, Cindy assessed the situation and realized she couldn't do this alone. She reached into her pocket and dialed emergency services, her voice unwavering as she relayed the details of the situation.

As she waited for help to arrive, Cindy cradled the man's head in her lap, offering comfort amidst the pain. She whispered words of reassurance, a lifeline of hope in the darkness. "You're going to be okay. Help is on the way."

The man's eyes were closed but Cindy knew he was conscious as he was groaning. His face was badly bruised, and blood covered his head. He seemed to be in his fifties. And based on his appearance, it seemed like he had been robbed, since he was not wearing any jacket despite the cold. He was not wearing shoes too! Just some socks.

"Hey, mister, please don't sleep. Don't worry, you're gonna be fine, okay?"

The man laboriously opened his eyes and looked at her face. Then, his gaze slowly went down to the name plate on her chest that Cindy forgot to take off.

Time seemed to stretch as they waited for the ambulance. In those moments, Cindy's resolve remained unyielding. She refused to let fear or doubt cloud her judgment. She focused on the task at hand—to be a source of strength and compassion for a stranger in need.

Finally, the sound of sirens filled the air, growing louder with each passing second. The flashing lights cut through the night, bringing a glimmer of hope to the alleyway. Cindy watched as the paramedics rushed to the man's side, their expertise and care evident in every movement.

As they prepared to transport him to the hospital, the man weakly grasped Cindy's hand, gratitude shining in his eyes. "Thank... thank you," he managed to say, his voice filled with emotion.

Cindy smiled softly, her heart touched by the connection forged in that dark alley. "You're welcome. Take care of yourself," she replied, her voice carrying a note of determination.

With the man safely in the hands of the paramedics, Cindy stood up, dusting off her jeans. She watched as the ambulance pulled away, disappearing into the night. Though physically tired, she felt a renewed sense of purpose, knowing that she had made a difference in someone's life.

Walking the rest of the way home, Cindy reflected on the events of the night. In that moment, she realized that her dreams of success went beyond business and financial achievements. It encompassed being a force for good in the world, even in the smallest of ways.

As she finally reached her apartment, Cindy whispered to herself, "We all have the power to change lives, no matter who we are or where we come from." And with that thought, she stepped inside, ready to face the challenges of the day to come, knowing that she had already made a significant impact in the early hours of the morning.