Page 4 of The Billionaire's Secret

"Diana, here you are!"

I jerk at the sound of my name, recognizing the voice calling me.

Today isn't a good day for me.

Looking back, I see Hannah, my older sister, standing a couple of feet away from me. My eyes travel down her body, taking in her looks. The last time I saw her she was seven months pregnant. That was six months ago. She looks even thinner than before she got pregnant, and her eyes have big shadows on them, like she hasn’t slept in days.

"Hannah, what are you doing here?" I ask, knowing too well what she wants.

She shrugs, smiling and holding out her arms, and pulls me into a hug. "It's been so long since we've seen each other! Is that how you welcome your sister?"

I force a smile and step away from her. "You're right, I'm sorry. But I'm working right now. Maybe you could wait for me to end my shift?" I check my watch. "I'll be out in an hour."

Her expression changes to anger. "No!" Her voice is too loud, and some people walking by stop to watch us.

Shit. This can't be happening.

I reach for Hannah, trying to calm her down. "Please, let's talk about it later," I say in a low tone.

She shakes her head. "You're ashamed of me? You're the one with a pathetic job!" She shouts.

"At least I have a fucking job!" I scream back at her.

"Not anymore," Dean says from behind me.

My heart shrinks. I can't lose this job.

Ignoring Hannah, I face Dean with a pleading look. "I'm sorry, just give me a chance."

He shakes his head. "I can't have this kind of thing happening every couple of months. You need to deal with your personal shit out of here."

"I'm trying to," I tell him. "I just can't control when she shows up."

"She?" Hannah exclaims from behind me. "I'm your fucking sister, give me some respect."

I take a deep breath, trying to calm down. Dean's expression tells me there's nothing I can say to keep my job, so I just nod slowly, and walk away without facing Hannah.

Hannah follows me outside, always complaining.

"Stop ignoring me! You hated that job anyway, so who cares?"

"I care!" I shout, turning to face her.

"I see this isn't a good moment for you," she says, looking offended. "If you have some money I can burrow, I'll leave you alone."

She's unbelievable. I just lost my job and she's asking me for money. Just a glance at her is enough to know why she wants the money. Drugs.

"Where is the baby?" I ask.

She shrugs, looking around the street. "Gone."

"What?" I step closer to her, grabbing her arm. "What have you done?"

She pushes me away from her, making me stumble. "I couldn't deal with him, so I gave him to someone who could take care of him."

"Him?" I repeat.

The last time I saw her she didn't know what she was having.

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