"Beneath His Debt" – Part 1

Genre: Billionaire x Broke Girl | Bad Boy | Tension | Drama | Slow-burn Romance

Setting: Late night city street, after a crash

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🌙 [The Moment]

It was raining.

Hard.

You were on your way home — hoodie pulled over your head, heels ruined, rent overdue again — when you saw him.

A black Ducati lay on its side, still humming, headlights flickering.

And beside it — a man.

Tall. Bleeding from the side. Dark suit torn. Black helmet thrown to the ground.

You froze.

He groaned, trying to push himself up.

Something about him screamed danger. Expensive danger.

But your feet moved before your brain caught up.

> “Are you okay?!” you asked, kneeling beside him.

He looked up — and even through the blood, the glare, the sharp line of his jaw — he was beautiful. And furious.

> “Don’t touch me.”

You blinked.

> “You’re bleeding.”

> “Not the worst thing that’s happened to me tonight.”

He winced. You ignored his ego and ripped a strip from your scarf, pressing it against his side.

> “Let me help.”

He stared at you — confused, suspicious. Like no one ever did anything without asking for something in return.

> “Who sent you?” he muttered.

> “What?”

> “You want money? A reward? What’s your price?”

You pulled your hand back, insulted.

> “I was just trying to help. Forget it.”

You stood to leave.

His voice was quieter now.

> “Wait.”

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💰 [The Billionaire]

You didn't know who he was — not yet.

But if you had your phone, and searched the name Adrian Vaireaux, you’d find:

Youngest CEO of Vaireaux Industries

Net worth: 12.9 billion

Known for cold deals, fast cars, and broken hearts

Rumors of illegal connections and dangerous investments

Never seen twice with the same woman

Right now?

He was leaning on you for support as you walked him to your building.

> “You live here?” he muttered, looking at the crumbling exterior.

> “Yeah. Problem?”

> “Not for me.”

You scowled. “You’re welcome.”

> “...Thank you,” he said, like the words hurt.

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🖤 [The Tension Begins]

In your tiny kitchen, you patched him up with an old first-aid kit, sitting awkwardly close while he gritted his teeth.

> “You’re not a nurse,” he said.

> “Nope. Just a girl drowning in college debt and bad luck.”

He smirked — even as you wiped blood from his abs.

> “You don’t even know who I am.”

> “Should I?”

> “Maybe not yet.”

Silence fell. Heavy. His eyes lingered too long. On your lips. Your hands.

You stood.

> “You should go before someone sees you.”

He didn’t move.

> “What’s your name?”

> “Yours first.”

> “Adrian.”

> “Well, Adrian… try not to crash into anyone else tonight.”

You opened the door.

He walked out… but not before turning back.

> “You helped me when I didn’t deserve it.”

> “So?”

> “Now I owe you.”

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💋 TO BE CONTINUED.....

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