“Of course, I have to take what life throws at me, but no, I choose to go after what I want, what I like. I chase after my dreams without giving up. I want to eat good food like my mates, wear nice clothes, and drive an expensive car. Is that too much to ask?”
“And do you think this is the way to acquire that?”
“Whatever way I choose is my decision. I love him and…”
“No, you don’t,” Blue cut her off. “I know about you having a crush, and I thought it was normal. I mean, the master is a beauty god, but this is not love, Sandra. This is an obsession.”
“I don’t care, Blue. I’m going to have the kind of life I want. I don’t care who I have to take out of the way.”
“Sandra, stop. This is not making any sense-“
Blue was interrupted when a group of men barged in. Both of them jumped to their feet.
“Who are you?” they asked, their voices filled with fear as they looked at the men dressed in black suits. The men looked intimidating, their faces hardened.
After answering their questions, one of the men grabbed Sandra by the shoulder without saying a word. Sandra and Blue began to scream and squirm, struggling against the men. But one of the men pushed Blue away and roughly dragged Sandra out. She screamed for help, fought, and struggled, but she was still pulled out. Every person they passed looked away as if they hadn’t noticed anything happening, including the chief maid.
“You shouldn’t have done it,” Clinton said, watching as she screamed for help, being dragged into a van and taken away.
In her pink, well-tidied room, Alice sat on her bed, relaxing her back against the headboard as she scrolled through her phone. She was searching for the perfect dress to order for Ashley’s birthday party, which was happening the following day. She wanted to look her best, knowing the type of event it would be. This would be her opportunity to carry out her plan with Christian.
Patricia had tried ordering some sophisticated dresses, but Alice turned down every one of them with excuses like, “It’s not pretty enough,” “It’s not flattering my shape,” or “It’s too old-fashioned.” So, Patricia left it to Alice to pick the dress she wanted. Alice was determined to find a dress that would draw everyone’s attention to her, a dress that would be the most beautiful in the hall. She wanted to be in the limelight instead of the celebrant.
She kept scrolling, persistently searching, until she came across a dress that took her breath away.
“This is it,” she said, grinning. “Yes, this is it!” She screamed joyfully, feeling on top of the world when she saw that it was a newly released dress and there were only two available.
She quickly checked the price to place the order, but when she saw the amount, she fell back on her bed, her face dropping. The price was 105 million dollars. She gasped and scoffed.
“For just a gown? Isn’t that… a lot?” she muttered, eyeing the gown through her phone. Just then, a notification popped up saying that one of the dresses had been ordered.
“What?!” she exclaimed loudly. “Who’s the crazy nutjob?” she shouted in disbelief, immediately feeling the pressure. She couldn’t believe there was already a competition for it. Patricia had only spent thirty million dollars on her dress, and her pocket money was just twenty-five million dollars.
She quickly added up the money, but she still needed fifty million more to complete the purchase within five minutes or she would lose the dress. Alice rushed to her mother’s room and searched through her drawer like a maniac until she found her card. With it, she withdrew half of the money from her account to pay for the dress.
She sighed in relief and jumped for joy the moment she managed to order the last piece. She danced around, imagining the look on her friends’ faces and the guests’ reactions when they found out that she owned a dress none of them could afford. It was one of the most expensive dresses, and not only that-when they heard the price, they’d be speechless. She would be on another level, in a higher class.
Patricia was in the passenger seat of her car when she received the debit alert, and her eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as her mouth hung open. She had received a debit alert for fifty-five million dollars from her account-half of the money in her account-and she nearly lost her sanity, thinking her bank account had been hacked. But then Alice’s message came through:
“Mom, I took money from your account to sort some things,” the message read.
“What?!” Patricia scoffed angrily. “What sort of things made you withdraw almost all my money?” she yelled, squeezing her phone tightly between her palms, fuming. But she couldn’t call Alice to vent her anger. She didn’t want to upset her, and she didn’t know what the money had been used for yet, so she shouldn’t jump to conclusions.
“But who is that maniac who already ordered the dress that was just released?” Alice muttered to herself after rejoicing.
A maid walked up to her and bowed slightly.
“Good afternoon, ma’am.”
“What’s it?” Alice asked, eyeing her as her thoughts were interrupted.
“You have a guest, ma’am.”
“But I’m not expecting anyone,” Alice replied. “A man or a lady?”
“A man.”
“Where is he?”
“Outside.”
“You made him stay outside?”
“Yes, ma’am. I thought you might be displeased if I let him in without your permission.”
Alice rolled her eyes. “Sure, okay,” she replied nonchalantly. “Tell him I’m coming.”
“Yes, ma’am,” the maid bowed again before leaving.
“Who is it this time?” Alice groaned as she walked toward her closet to pick a green top, which she wore over the sleeveless singlet she had on. She left her room and walked out of the house to check who the guest was.
When she stepped outside, she was greeted by a white Lexus car. The moment the owner saw her, he stepped out of the car with a bouquet.
“Ugh!” Alice groaned on seeing who it was and rolled her eyes. “What does he want?” she whispered in displeasure.
“Hi, angel,” Victor approached her with a big smile. “How are you doing?”
“Hm. Fine,” she nodded her head.
“And everyone at home?”
“Who?”
“Family.”
“They’re not home, but they’re fine.”
“That’s great to hear,” he replied with a smile and extended the bouquet toward her. “This is for you.”
“What for?” she asked coldly.
“Just felt like…”
“Victor,” she called, cutting him short. She felt disgusted, even with his presence. “I don’t need flowers.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” he didn’t let her finish and quickly put the flowers behind him. “It’s a gesture to ask you on… a date.”
“A date?”
“Yeah.”
“With you?” She looked at him in disbelief. “Yeah?”
She laughed. “Snap out of it! I’m not going on a date with you.”
“Why?”
“Wait! How could you even think of it? What’s…”
“How can’t I think of it?” he cut her off. “I like you, I like you so much, and you knew it. Are you playing with me?”
“What do you mean?” she acted like she had no idea.
“That night, was that night a joke to you? Oh! I see.”
“You… you see what?”
“That you used me.”
“What?! What… what…?” she stuttered.
“I knew it. You used me to get rid of your marriage, and now you don’t want to see me? Going out with me now is unthinkable for you? Hey…” he called angrily, startling her. But knowing how dangerous Victor was and his reputation, she knew he would want revenge if she made him believe she only used him.
“Hey!” she yelled back and sighed after shutting him down. She dropped her shoulders and faked an emotional tone. “How could you? How could you think I used you?” Her quivering voice pierced through Victor’s heart. “After that night, I’ve been going through lots of mood swings, negative thoughts, an emotional rollercoaster.” She looked at him with teary eyes. “I’ve been trying to gather myself back together. I loved my ex, and it’s so hard to get over him. And you already want me to move on? You think it’s that easy?” A tear dropped, and she sniffled.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.