24 Hours With The Ruthless Billionaire.
“Are you mocking me?” He asked gently. “Are you mocking me?” He suddenly increase the tempo of his voice and that seriously scared me.
He stood like he would slap me and approached me. “Who are you ugly poor daughter of a widow to mock me?”
Ouch! That hurts. I kept mute without saying a word.
He walked away from me and I maintained a closed eye , I allowed tears flow from my eyes as I remembered my mom: What state should will be by now.
It hurts every single day, every time I recollect the demise of my father. My dad is so wealthy and I never knew that a day would come when my mother and my younger ones would live in a room.
I wish I had not tell Jason about my family. Mocking me with my reality is what I can not stand.
I hope that someday , I will be rich . I will make my family smile again.
I knew that the reason why mom do not stop me from leaving the house the morning I was leaving was because she had hope in me that I may become something and safe the family from the abject poverty that has befallen it.
“Hey you! Don’t you hear that I’m calling you?” I finally opened my eye and looked to the face of Jason.
“I’ve called your name thrice and you wouldn’t open your eyes to answer me. ” He said.
“I didn’t hear that. ” I answered.
“What’s wrong?” He asked softly to my surprise but I shook my head.
“What’s that?” He asked.
“I meant nothing is wrong with me.” I said and he smirked.
“Is that a joke? You were obviously thinking about something, so tell me before I do something crazy to you.” He threatened and my mouth drop in surprise.
He would do something crazy for me just for not telling him what made me lost in thought.
My days! This bully is much. I do hope that someday, I will be able to make enough money to be independent ,only then can he respect me.
“Will you speak now ,poor girl from a poor home?” He said again and my heart bleed so much in pain.
I bite my lips painfully as I closed my eye and quickly open it again.
His words are hurting me so bad. He’s leveraging on the reality that I had told him about me.
I now regret ever telling him anything about me.
“I’m thinking about my rich father. If he had not die ,I wouldn’t have being here.” I finally answered him.
“I don’t care how rich your father is ,I know surety that he can never be as rich as I am.” He boasted and laughed mockingly at me.
I exhaled and lowered my head.
“Hey , are you hurt?” He asked.
“No.” I answered.
“I wish you are. You ugly thing. ” He said and lay to the bed happily
“You will never ,ever ….be rich. You will always be my puppet.” He laughed while I lowered my head still ,so sad.
I miss my dad.