THE BILLIONAIRE WHO SLEPT ON MY DOORSTEP .

The rain poured heavily that night.

I was closing my tiny bakery when I noticed a man lying unconscious beside my shop. His expensive suit was soaked, and despite the darkness, I could tell he wasn't an ordinary man.

"Sir? Can you hear me?" I whispered.

His eyes fluttered open for a second before he collapsed again.

I couldn't leave him there.

After struggling to drag him into my small apartment above the bakery, I spent the night caring for a complete stranger.

The next morning, he woke up confused.

"Who are you?" he asked coldly.

"Maya," I replied. "And you're lucky I found you."

He frowned. "I...