Chapter 3 MEETING THE SPOILT BRAT

Morenike's POV

After the whole saga that happened at the restaurant, the head chef told me to go home for the day and rest up. I was dripping wet from head to toe, cold and hungry. Going home was meeting with another dose of trouble from my nagging step mother.

On my way home I began to think about everything that had happened today and for the past years. My biological mother passed away when I was way younger. It was during childbirth we lost her and the baby, the same day. So, it was just me and my father for a long while and we had a special bond because we were each other's comfort, just us against the world.

Then when I got into college he decided it was time to get remarried since I was "older" according to him. That was where our problems started.

My step mom, Stella, was just against me since the moment we met ourselves. She began telling my father lies about me;that I took drugs in school and I hung around with bad friends. She even told my dad to pull me out of school and he did, which just broke our bond. He never believed me when I told him his wife was lying.

Stella turned me into her house help and my father never noticed. He eventually got terribly sick and had to stay home while Stella squandered his hard earned money. She gave his houses to her relatives and made my life a living hell.

The last straw that broke the camel's back was when she tried pimping me out to one of her old friends to be his wife. The man was 25 years older than me.

Eventually my father passed and I saw hell on earth. That was what made my friend look for a job for me.But did I rest? No. Stella began collecting my salary and she seized my bank card too. Well I got smart and I started collecting my salary in cash and hiding it.

I remembered a fateful night, when I snuck in late at night from work only to hear her bragging to her friends, "The dumb girl doesn't even know that her father left everything to her in his will. I killed him thinking I was in his will but n, he willed everything to that brat and I have to get rid of her too.''

From that day I got smart with my savings and vowed to drag her down.

My phone's notifications jerked me from my thoughts with the numerous pings. The driver joked that I must be popular this evening. If only he knew.

I pulled out my phone and saw that someone took a video of my misunderstanding with Mr Ayodeji, and I was tagged multiple times in the videos.

Too many notifications started coming in and I saw my step mother's call and I hurriedly picked it, "H-hello ma?"

"Are you on your way home, Morenike ?" she asked me in an exciting tone of voice.

It's been a long time since I heard her call my name that way.

"Y-yes ma. I'm coming. "

"Be fast, I need to talk to you."

On getting home I saw her seated on the couch, waiting for me and she looked happy. I walked up to her and greeted her with my head down.

"Come and sit next to me, my child. I see you're all over the news today. That's really exciting. I just want to give you a couple pieces of advice."

"Okay ma. I'm listening."

"I know it's you that probably messed up as usual and offended that big man so here is what we will do. Tomorrow morning we will go to his office together and beg him to forgive you and tell him that you are willing to do anything for him and I mean anything. If you get pregnant for him it will be better so that we can be a part of their family. Do you understand? You have been enjoying life in my house. It's time to pay me back now. You're old enough. So rest up and get ready for tomorrow."

I sulked out of the living room feeling even more downcast after she revealed her plans. This was my father's house that she calls hers. When would all of my sufferings come to an end in this life? After being humiliated today, then coming home to even more humiliation.

I took my bath and crawled into bed for the night. I must have fallen asleep because I was woken up by the sting of ice cold water.

"I thought I told you to get ready early? What are you still doing in bed? Go take your bath fast and come let me dress you in an appealing way so we can get what we want."

A few minutes later I found out that her version of appealing meant undersized, short and slutty.

"Ma please can I wear something else? I don't like this dress."

A sharp sting on my cheek announced that she just slapped me.

"Shut up! Dummy! How do you intend to catch his eyes him if you are all covered up? Put on the shoes and let's go." she sneered at me.

We made our way down to his office very early and sat in the lobby waiting for the rude billionaire to come. I constantly had to pull down the hem of my dress so I wouldn't flash my panties at everybody. After the third time pulling the dress, Stella whacked my hand with a magazine to get me to stop.

I didn't know why she decided to torment me. She could have dressed up for Mr Ayodeji instead of me but I couldn't dare voice out my concern. I had to maintain constant silence everyday so I wouldn't jeopardize things even more.

I got lost while looking at all the impeccably dressed staff, thinking of how I could have been one of them if Stella hadn't stopped me from continuing in college.

I was pulled out of my thoughts by the doors being opened violently, as Mr Ayodeji Ojo walked in, dressed in a sharp navy blue suit that made him look so handsome.