Chapter 6 ลด 55 vouchers I lay there like a cat who just took over a billionaire's sunspot , arms behind my head , wrapped in a comforter that probably cost more than my monthly rent and Wi - Fi combined . Meanwhile , in the living room , Steven McLeon was having a meltdown worthy of a luxury reality show . His voice boomed from down the hall , rich and furious . " She didn't even knock - she just walked in like it was a damn Airbnb ! " " No , Mother , I will not share my laundry room ! " " She's already nesting in the guest room next to the kitchen like a - like a - coffee goblin ! " I nearly choked on my laughter . Oh , this was delicious . I imagined Queen Elise lounging somewhere in Monte Carlo , sipping champagne while twirling her phone and wearing a silk robe that whispered " I run everyone's lives and look fabulous doing it ." After a few more shouts , a dramatic click echoed down the hall . He'd been hung up on. I grinned like the chaos gremlin I was born to be . A moment later , wheels whirred , and he stormed into my room . -or , well , rolled in dramatically , which honestly had the same effect . " Are you seriously just lying there like this is a vacation ? " he snapped , brows furrowed , jaw tight , wearing an expression somewhere between offended royal and constipated movie villain . I yawned . " It kind of feels like one . " " This is my home . " " And now it's also my workplace - slash - temporary - residence . You should be honored . " His eyes narrowed . " You can't just- " " I can . Your mom said so . Want to see the contract again ? It's got gold digital borders and everything ." He looked ready to explode . Or cry . Possibly both . Instead , he let out a long - suffering groan and pinched the bridge of his nose . " You are ... infuriating . " I sat up slowly , crossing my legs on the bed . " Aww , is that your version of saying I make your lonely billionaire 11:25 Thu , Sep 18 Chapter 6 heart race ? " " No. " I winked . " Denial is the first step . " 713 55 vouchers He turned and wheeled out , muttering curses under his breath in what I could only assume was fluent Billionaire Broodingese . I waited for the satisfying whoosh of his door slamming shut . Then flopped back down on the mattress with a victorious sigh . I had arrived . Not just physically . But metaphorically . Emotionally . Cosmically . This was my turf now . And if Steven McLeon thought he could scare me off with growls and fancy tantrums ? He had another thing coming . Let's see who breaks first , your grace . Because I've survived : A student loan statement that once made me cry in a grocery store , A leaking apartment ceiling mid - shower , And a best friend who accidentally shaved one of my brows during wine night . Do. Not . Break . But Steven ? Oh , sweetheart . He was already cracking . **** The next morning , I woke up like a Disney princess who just inherited a cursed castle and decided , " Yep , I run this now . " I had the best sleep of my entire sad little adult life . That mattress ? A literal cloud . The air ? Temperature - controlled perfection . The pillow ? Hugged me better than any ex ever did . Chapter 6 I didn't even hear Steven's haunted ghost wheels in the hallway once . 55 vouchers I woke up with a damn smile . Hair a mess , heart light , and still high off the chaos of yesterday's victory , I did what any grown woman with authority in her bones would do : I marched to the fridge . And , baby , it was glorious . What was once a sad , empty tundra of filtered water and lonely bananas had transformed overnight into a fully - stocked gourmet paradise . Like magic . There were fresh fruits glistening like they'd been kissed by angels , imported cheeses that probably needed passports , cold - pressed juices in colors I didn't even know existed , AND Eggs . Bacon . Tapa . Longganisa . Tocino . Milkfish . Rice . Vinegar . Soy sauce . Someone had ordered Filipino groceries . A LOT of them . That someone ? Steven mom's butler . Yes . He existed . Yes . He was real . An actual quiet , smooth - talking , gray - haired British gentleman straight out of a Bond movie showed up last night while I was brushing my teeth and casually mentioned : " Good evening , Ms. Luis . I've arranged the boss's standard breakfast items . He prefers eggs with minimal seasoning , pan - seared toast , a fresh detox juice- " I'd waved him off with a cheerful smile . " Thanks , Jeeves , but he'll eat what I cook or he can practice intermittent fasting in peace . " The man blinked . " Erm ... very well , miss ." And that was that . Today ? I owned the kitchen . I tied my hair into a high bun , rolled up my pajama sleeves , turned on the stove , and began cooking like a woman with a mission . Filipino breakfast , baby . The garlic hit the pan first - sizzling , fragrant , divine . Next came the rice , perfectly cold from last night , turning into golden garlicky sin in the wok . I fried the tapa until it was crisp at the edges . Longganisa ? Check . Tocino? Caramelizing to perfection . Eggs ? Sunny side up , with the yolk still jiggling like it had secrets . I even sliced up mangoes and arranged them like I was on Top Chef : Pinoy Edition . All while humming , dancing in my slippers , and owning this billionaire kitchen like I was the rightful heir to the McLeon throne . Spoons clinked . Oil popped . The scent filled the penthouse . And I knew - I knew - that somewhere in his moody batcave of a bedroom , Steven was stirring . Nose twitching . Stomach growling . Soul confused . 11:25 Thu , Sep 18 Chapter 6 Because today ? He wasn't getting detox juice or sadness toast . He was getting a Filipina breakfast bomb . And he was going to like it , or starve in style . Either way , Chef Madison has arrived . AD