[Full Story] While I worked four jobs to pay my parents' debts, they won the lottery...

While I worked four jobs to pay my parents' debts, they won the lottery, cut me off, and disappeared from my life. Then a billionaire showed up. My name is Stella Morgan and while most people were waking up to coffee and sunlight, I was dragging myself from one exhausting job to the next. Praying my heart wouldn't give out before payday....,

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 Four jobs, one collapsing body, zero support. I did it all to pay off the debts. My parents created debts. They swore they had no one else in the world but me to handle. So I kept going until the night I fainted face down on burning asphalt while delivering fries to someone who probably slept better than I had in years.

But what broke me wasn't the collapse. It was what I discovered after, while I was killing myself to keep them alive. My parents won the lottery and erased me from their lives, and that was only the beginning. People say you can get used to anything. Pain, exhaustion, even hopelessness. I used to believe that too, until my life turned into a rotating carousel of four jobs that never stopped spinning long enough for me to breathe.

Every morning at 6:00 AM I stood inside the sunlit master bedroom of Mr. Charles Davenport, the frail 82-year-old man. I cared for his voice trembled when he spoke, but his eyes cloudy and tired, always softened when he saw me. Good morning, Stella. He would whisper. Did you sleep at all? I always answered the same lie A few hours, I'm fine, but the truth was uglier.

Some nights I didn't sleep at all. After leaving his mansion at 2:00 PM I rushed home, took a three minute shower, swallowed a stale granola bar, and headed straight to my janitorial shift from 5:00 PM to 9:00 PM I scrubbed office floors while inhaling bleach. Fumes so strong they felt like they were stripping the inside of my lungs.

At 9:00 PM I switched to my delivery job. My beat up Honda Civic rattled louder than my shaking hands, the AC dead for two years. Hot air slapping my face as I drove through Phoenix Nights. By midnight, I dragged myself into my tiny studio apartment to fix laptops usually until the sky turned purple again, two hours of sleep if I was lucky.

All that money, every dollar, every cent went to one place. My parents, my mother Marie, loved luxury handbags. She pretended were real. My father Thomas loved betting on football so badly. He once lost half a year of mortgage payments in a week. But what they seemed to love most was my paycheck. Mom never asked me, are you eating?

Are you okay? No. Her texts were always the same. Stella, we're short again. Send more money. Your father's back hurts by his supplements. And every time her name lit up my screen, my stomach nodded. I wanted God. I act for them to notice me, to see how hard I was fighting to hold everything together. But they didn't see a daughter.

They saw a solution, a walking wallet. One day, Mr. Charles watched me rub my temples, trying not to pass out. He whispered. Child people can only take from you if you let them. I swallowed hard, forcing a smile. They're my parents. I have to help. But even as the words left my mouth, I felt the lie burn. I wasn't helping them.

I was bleeding myself dry, and they were watching without blinking. I just didn't know that Soon they would take the last thing I had left my trust. People always imagine collapse as something dramatic. Sirens, screaming, chaos. But for me it happened quietly, almost gently. It was a suffocating Phoenix night close to 11:00 PM and I was delivering a $12 order of chicken tenders.

My vision had been blurry since sunset, and every time I blinked, black spots flickered in and out like dying stars. I told myself, just one more order, Stella. One more. But halfway through the drive, my heart skipped a beat. Then another then began hammering so violently it felt like someone was shaking me from the inside.

My hand slipped on the steering wheel. My breath came in sharp, thin, gasps the world tilted. Not now, please, not now. I whispered to no one. I pulled to the side of the road, stumbled out of the car, and tried to stand upright. My legs buckled. Then everything spun, my ears rang. Heat pressed into my chest like a burning iron....,