The Long Lost Billionaire's Wife

Valerie's POV.

My heart raced as I woke up to the sound of my alarm blasting right next to my ear. I immediately hit the snooze button, intending to get five more minutes... but then realization sunk in.

Today was Monday, my first day at work. I’d be working for the Martinez Corporate group. I'd just graduated last Friday and I had to go straight into a new job. I was lucky enough to be selected by the Martinez Corporate group; they sponsored a very select number of students with their studies, but there were some strings attached.

They paid for the tuition in full at the prestigious university and in return, after graduating we worked two years for them. For someone like me, that was just a win-win situation. My degree was paid for and straight afterward I’d have a job.

Nervousness filled my stomach as I swung my legs over the edge of the bed. I took a few deep breaths and reminded myself of the years of hard work and dedication that it took to get here. It was now my time and shine and I couldn’t—shouldn’t—shy away.

I stepped into the icy cascade of the shower, enduring the biting cold water that was the norm in my apartment. Given my efforts to keep my bills low, warm water was an occasional luxury I couldn't complain about. Determined, I finished my shower and proceeded to brush my teeth, steeling myself for the day ahead.

As I stood in front of the mirror, my once unruly blond curls were now tamed into a sleek ponytail, the shorter strands behaving for now. I knew all too well that once the wind got ahold of them, they would inevitably rebel and dance in every direction.

Ready to get dressed, I faced a sartorial dilemma: a pantsuit or a dress. Ultimately, I opted for the dress—a daring red bodycon with collars and intricate silver details that perfectly complemented my chosen jewelry. I was well aware that red was a bold choice, but I wanted to make a lasting impression. Standing before the mirror, my gaze traveled from the sleek black heels up to meet my own eyes, a silent affirmation passing between us. A small, satisfied smile played on my red lips as I gathered my thoughts and made my way to the parking lot.

Knowing my old, faithful companion Betty, a beat-up car that had seen better days, might decide to act up, I left earlier than necessary. I stuffed cereal bars in my purse for any emergency snacking needs later — right then I couldn't even think about food. The Martinez Corporate Group wasn't a considerable distance away, but I couldn't risk being late due to unreliable transportation. Especially not on the first day.

As I stepped into the office belonging to the Martinez Corporate Group, I was immediately captivated by its grant-funded, amazing, and luxurious ambiance. The grandeur of the space was evident as I gazed up at the high ceilings and basked in the natural light flooding through expansive windows. Polished marble floors and tasteful artwork adorned the walls, creating an atmosphere of sophistication and inspiration. Every detail, from the state-of-the-art meeting rooms to the opulent furnishings, reflected the commitment to excellence that defined this company.

This was the place where many dreams took flight, and here I was, standing right in the heart of it all. As I entered, a friendly woman behind the front desk flashed me a warm smile, and I approached her slowly.

"Good morning," she greeted with a gentle smile on her lips.