07/26/2025
âSIR, SHE ADDED SOMETHING TO YOUR CAKE!â THE LITTLE BEGGAR GIRL WAR.NED THE WEALTHY MAN...
Edward Miller, 42, stepped out of his sleek black car, adjusting his designer cufflinks. A self-made millionaire known for his philanthropy, tonight wasnât about businessâit was personal. He planned to propose.
As he walked toward the upscale restaurant, a small tug at his coat made him pause. Turning, he saw a frail little girl, around six, in ragged clothes and worn-out shoes. Her cheeks were smudged, eyes cast downward.
âPlease, mister,â she said quietly.
He recognized her. A week ago, heâd given her money near Central Park. This time, as she turned to leave, he asked gently, âWhatâs your name?â
ââŠMaya,â she murmured.
âThank you, Maya. Stay safe, okay?â
She nodded, but glanced toward the restaurant before walking away, a flicker of concern on her face.
Inside, Isabella sat waitingâelegant and graceful in a silk dress, her smile glowing in the candlelight. âYouâre late,â she teased, kissing his cheek.
Dinner flowed smoothly: laughter, wine, soft glances. Then dessert arrivedâa decadent chocolate mousse cake dusted with gold leaf. Just as the waiter placed it down, Isabella excused herself.
Thatâs when it happened.
A blur rushed through the dining roomâMaya.
She stopped, breathless, by Edwardâs table.
âSir,â she said urgently. âPlease donât eat that cake. I saw herâshe poured something into it. I was watching through the window.â
Edward froze. âWhat do you mean?â
âI swear,â Maya insisted. âShe did something to it. Please donât eat it.â
And then she ran off, vanishing into the night.
Edward stared at the cake, uneaten. Logic told him to ignore the warningâbut something about Mayaâs voice stuck with him. Something he couldnât ignore...
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