Chapter 1 – Cut Her Deeply

Janet Stanmore:

Walking on the side of the road, I placed my hand in front of my face to block the sun rays from hitting my face. The sky was really bright today, but it didn't cooperate with my body though. I didn't feel well since last night, but I always push myself to work so I can keep my family alive. I felt so dizzy and my body temperature was high.

I looked at my watch to see it's already 7:12 a.m. and I ran with all of my energy to the restaurant that I work in.

"Janet, you're almost late!" my manager Tony said, and I just nodded lightly. I headed to the back of the restaurant to change into my uniform.

I work at Colton Restaurant. It's a really famous and expensive restaurant. The restaurant is always full of famous people like actors, actresses, writers and more. I even met Chris Evans once!

I walked out quickly to take the small notebook and pen, ready to serve if someone walked inside. I saw a couple walk in and I made my way to them, putting a smile on my pale sick ugly face.

"Good morning, sir and madam, here's the menu. You can call me if you're ready to order." I smiled and they looked at me, nodding their heads.

I walked back and waited for them to order. I took a glass and poured water into it, sipping it to gain my strength back. I know it's just water, but it makes my throat feel better.

Work, work and work. I never stop working until I've reached my limits. I need to help my little brother reach his dreams and pay the hospital bills to keep my dad alive. I have a big bowl of responsibilities on my back.

I've always dreamed of being a princess and just enjoying the money that I have, being happy, traveling the world, buying everything I like, studying abroad and everything else. It seems my life is the opposite; I'm no princess. I never got into a university. I kept working my butt off and never left New York. I might get a little bit of money from blogging, but it's not enough when I live in a really expensive city.

I started blogging four years ago. The blog is about life, tips, fashion, etc. It's more like a random blog and I gained around 1.5 million followers. The interesting part is that I never show my identity to the blog world. No one knows who I am.

Literally no one. Except me and God.

I kept it a secret from the start because I don't like attention and I'm too shy to show my face to the world. My name is RED HEART in the blog world. Why did I pick that name? Well, the heart is an organ that keeps you alive. I'm that organ in the family.

Since my mom died, everything fell out of place and my dad is also not the same. He became lifeless until one day he passed out on his way to work. He got admitted into the hospital and the doctor said that my dad's heart is weak and some of the veins in his heart are not working well.

He didn't take the news well, so he's trying to prove that he's healthy enough but somehow it made him faint. His condition didn't any get better and it made him go into a coma.

I know it makes me sad getting through my life. Can I wish for a prince charming to come to me and save my life?

What a stupid wish Janet, just plain stupid.

"Janet, go get table 7." Sarah poked me and I nodded. I walked to table 7 and found four popular billionaires that made girls’ knees go weak when we see them. It's Sebastian Cesborn, Alexander North, Sky Locason and Max Cesantio. I gulped nervously as I gave the menu to them and waited for them to order.

"Mushroom soup and grill fish with Colton secret sauce," Alexander North said and I quickly wrote it down.

"Tenderloin steak, the premium one." My head was suddenly hurting, but I kept writing the orders down.

"Double beef burger with onion rings," Sky said.

"Make the tenderloin steak two, add mashed potato," Max said.

"Okay, can I take the menu?" I asked and they all ignored me. They're busy with their phones, so I decided just to take the menu. Oh! I forgot to ask them what drink they wanted. I put the menu on the counter first and walked back with a drink menu in my hand.

"Excuse me, sir, what drink should I serve?" I asked nicely.

"Do you want beer?" Max asked them.

"Cool," Sky answered and the rest nodded.

"Make it 4." I nodded and politely walked away. I put all their orders on the list. Their drinks were served first and I walked to them with four glasses of beer.

My eyes suddenly blurred and my head felt dizzy. I felt the time was slowing down. I tripped on someone's chair and ended up spilling all the beers onto the billionaire's table.

The worst part is it ended up on Sky Locason's place.

Everything seemed like slow motion, but it suddenly got normal when Sky Locason stood up and let out curses from his mouth.

"F***ing stupid," he cursed and I quickly got up and took the glasses away from them.

"What happened?" My manager Tony came into the scene. I bowed my head down.

"Are you stupid?"

"Mr. Locason, I'm really sorry about my employee's behavior. We—”

"Fire her! Her task was so easy, but she ended up spilling everything on my suit and the table," he said in an angry tone. My head is hurting, but I can hear every single word that he let out from his mouth.

His words hit my feelings hard. It's really painful. He said a lot of things. He's complaining to my manager and I saw his friends just looking at me in pity. I bowed to him.

"I'm sorry, sir, I was—"

"Don't give me a bullshit excuse, Janet!" Oh! So he saw my nametag. I kept my head bowed down until he said this.

"A girl like you will always be on the bottom of the chain. Your job is only serving people, but you made them disappointed." He threw the left-over beer into my face rudely and my eyes were full of tears, but I remained silent.

"I'm sorry, sir."

"Fire her!" Sky said to my manager, Tony.

"B****." That's the word he said before leaving the table. His friends followed him, but suddenly someone patted my shoulder.

"Don't mind him." Alexander North patted my shoulder and walked out.

B****.

That word cut my heart deeply. No one ever said things like that. It really hurt me deeply when he cursed and mocked me in front of the whole restaurant. I admitted that I was wrong because I spilled the beer, but does he have to say things like that to me?

F*** you, Sky Locason.