After a long search, Olima managed to hail a taxi. She gracefully slid into the back seat and confidently informed the driver of her desired destination: "To the Emerson estate, please."
The taxi driver responded with a simple "Okay." He started the car and drove ahead, with Olima as the sole passenger, until they reached the entrance of the Emerson Housing Estate gate. As the taxi came to a halt, Olima quickly settled the fare and swiftly exited the vehicle. She hurriedly made her way through the estate gate, sprinting towards her home with great urgency. The estate security men watched Olima intently, curious about the reason behind her hurried return to her home, a familiar sight to them. One of the Estate men remarked, "She's a stunning young lady, always bustling about on errands since her parents passed away." The others remained silent and carried on with their work, as there were four security men present. Upon reaching her father's mansion gate, Olima wasted no time in vigorously pounding on the gate, urgently calling out for Nathan. Nathaniel hurriedly made his way to the gate and swung it open. He questioned her, "What's the reason for all the commotion at the gate?" Olima offered a slight smile to Nathan and expressed her apologies, "I apologize, sir. Could you please open the gate as soon as possible?" Olima hurriedly entered the compound and headed towards the front of the mansion, with Nathan graciously opening the small gate for her. She felt a surge of anxiety as she timidly tapped on the entrance of the grand white mansion. She opened the door and entered the living room, where she found Mia still sitting on the couch, engrossed in the television. Mia glanced at Olima as she entered the living room. Olima glanced at the living room wall clock and was taken aback to see that it was already 8:30pm. In a flurry of movement, Olima darted into the kitchen, wasting no time in getting dinner ready. She was well aware that her stepmother would soon make her way downstairs to check on the progress of the meal. Olima was desperate to avoid her stepmother's wrath for spending too much time in the market and not getting home on time. In a flurry of activity, Olima swiftly retrieved the ingredients for her vegetable soup from the nearby local market. She swiftly washes the vibrant vegetables and expertly slices them into smaller portions. She carefully removed the dried stock fish from the rubber band and placed it in a bowl of water to soak. Additionally, she swiftly sliced the meats into smaller chops and meticulously cleaned them. Simultaneously, she turned on the gas cooker and placed her empty pot on top. Olima proceeded to cook the meat first. In a flurry of motion, she was drenched in sweat as she hastily prepared the vegetable soup. She was startled when she heard the kitchen door slide open. Mia entered the kitchen and inquired, "Why did it take you so long to get home on time? Could I really have some food right now?" Olima let out a contented sigh as Mia approached her, observing as Olima diligently stirred the large pot of soup with a hefty spoon. Olima carefully sampled the soup on her palm, determining whether it needed a touch more salt or a hint of pepper. Olima extended her large stirring spoon towards Mia's right hand, gently urging her stepsister to taste the soup before deciding if it needed any additional seasoning. Mia extended her hand, and Olima carefully poured a few drops of soup onto her palm. Mia brought her hand to her mouth and savored the delicious taste of the vegetable soup. Mia licked her right palm, feeling frustrated that her mother hadn't disciplined Olima for making her hungry. Mia instructed Olima to add more salt. "This dish could use a bit more seasoning..." Olima gave Mia a disapproving look, her eyebrows furrowing. She carefully stirred the soup and took another sip, then confidently declared, "The soup is just right." Mia had a disapproving expression as she picked up the salt container with her hand. She added a generous amount of salt to the soup. Olima called out, "Mia!" At that moment, the kitchen door swung open, revealing Mrs. Gina as she gracefully entered the room, dressed in a flowing white night gown. Olima hurriedly closed the pot of soup and carefully took it off the gas cooker, realizing that she hadn't yet prepared the semolina to go with the vegetable soup. Mrs. Gina inquired about the situation, curious to know what was happening. "It's already after 9pm and you're still cooking the soup. Why?" Olima responded promptly, "I'm almost finished with the semolina, ma." In a swift motion, Olima filled the fresh pot with water, ready to prepare the semolina in no time. Meanwhile, Mrs. Gina turned her attention to Mia and questioned, "What are you just standing there for?" Mia quietly said, "Mom, I'm hungry." Mia scowled and stomped her feet on the ground as she made her way to meet her mother. Mrs. Gina instructed Mia to take a seat at the dining table. "The soup will be ready soon." Mia scowled as she made her way towards the kitchen door and called out, "Olima, hurry up please." Olima responded with a hint of unease, "Alright." She let out a sigh of relief when she noticed her stepmother and stepsister had finally vacated the kitchen. Olima let out another sigh as she finished preparing the semolina. She turned off the gas and used her light blue gown to dab at her sweaty forehead before quickly serving the semolina onto smaller flat plates. In order to avoid upsetting her stepmother and stepsister, Olima efficiently divides their soups into smaller plates and carefully arranges everything on the large tray. With grace, she carries the tray to the dining room to serve her family. Mia took her seat on the familiar dining chair, facing her mother. Olima approached the table and served their meals. Mrs. Gina shifted her seat closer to the dining table, ready to begin her meal. Olima graciously provided bowls of water for them to cleanse their hands. Mia diligently washes her hands, even before her Mother. Olima inquired politely, "Excuse me, Ma, is there anything else you require?" Mrs. Gina responded with a frown, "No, please go and eat your food first." Olima responded with a simple "Okay." As Olima turned to leave, Mia's piercing scream cut through the air, calling out for her mother. "Mom!" Mrs. Gina gives Mia a stern look and demands, "What is it?" Olima took a moment to stop by the kitchen door and locked eyes with Mia. Mia complained to her mother about the unpleasant taste of the soup. Mrs. Gina gave Mia a suspicious look, her eyes narrowing. Mrs. Gina stared down at her soup, having already washed her hands. She dipped her right index finger into the small plate of soup and tasted it herself. Her face contorted with irritation as she abruptly stood up from the dining chair and confronted Olima. "What is the purpose of this absurdity that you just cooked, Olima?" Olima hesitated for a moment before taking a few steps back. "Well, Mom, I..." Mrs. Gina quickly left her dinner chair and hurried over to meet Olima. She inquired, "You what? Have you even tried this soup?" Olima hesitated, "I did ma... Mia sprinkled in some additional salts into the soup and..." Mrs. Gina delivered a forceful slap to Olima's left cheek, leaving a resounding impact. She forcefully pulled Olima towards the dining table and pushed her head into a small soup plate. With a harsh tone, she said, "Try the soup and eat the terrible meal you made!" "You foolish sorceress! Taste the intense bitterness of the soup and try it for yourself! Did Mia come after you and make the soup? Weren't you the only one who cooked the soup and happened to be in the kitchen when I walked in?" Olima pleaded through tears, "Ma, I'm begging you..." Mrs. Gina delivered another forceful slap to Olima's right cheek, accompanied by a stern command to be silent. Mrs. Gina unleashed her fury upon Olima, while Mia's smile revealed a sinister satisfaction. Mrs. Gina shouted angrily, "You witch! So, you've taken the life of your own parent, and now you have the audacity to threaten the lives of both me and my daughter?" Mrs. Gina relentlessly continued to assault Olima, while Olima pleaded desperately, "Please, ma'am. I am completely innocent, I did not lay a finger on Mia. The soup was not spoiled. Please, ma'am." Olima wept. "Be quiet! And please leave this house! I would prefer to never see your presence in this house again! Nathan." Mrs. Gina called out to the gate man, who promptly rushed into the living room and said, "Yes madam, you called for me." Mrs. Gina exclaimed, "Get rid of this witch immediately! I never want to lay eyes on her in this house again." Olima pleaded, "No, mother, I beg you, please... I didn't lay a finger on Mia, and I certainly didn't ruin the soup." Mrs. Gina delivered another forceful slap to Olima's left cheek and sternly warned her against speaking further. "I will ensure that you are apprehended tonight, you sorceress. Nathan, please escort her outside immediately and ensure she is not granted access to this mansion in the future." Nathan forcefully pulled Olima by her left arm and escorted her outside the mansion, as he had now become exclusively employed by Mrs. Gina. He forcefully pulled Olima out of her late parents' house and dragged her towards the mansion's exit gate late at night, around 10pm. Mia's smile stretched across her face as Mrs. Gina reveled in her newfound happiness, having successfully rid herself of Olima and claimed full ownership of the mansion. She stepped outside the house to investigate whether Nathan had ejected Olima or not.Nathan forcefully pulled Olima out of the mansion, while she cried and pleaded with him, "Sir, I beg you, please don't cast me aside. I have nowhere else to go, Nathan. Please... " Olima wept while Nathan responded, "Regrettably, I am unable to assist you at this moment, ma'am. It's time for you to vacate this residence." Nathan was also concerned because he was unaware of Olima's actions. He caught sight of her as she arrived home and hurriedly retreated back into the house. Now, she was crying uncontrollably, and Mrs. Gina sternly instructed him to remove her from the premises. Olima pleaded, "Please sir, do not cast me aside. This house belongs to my father. I have nowhere else to go, please." Nathan released Olima's hands and ran his fingers through his short black hair on his head in frustration. He has a deep complexion and was also of average height. Mrs. Gina emerged from the grand mansion and called out, "Nathan! Is that witch still lurking around out there?" Nathan anx
Justin gazed intently at Jesse's face in the strip-club parking lot, lost in thought. He mentioned about the attractive woman we encountered earlier while exploring the estate today. Jesse grinned and responded, "Oh, you're talking about that girl who bolted when you tried to talk to her, right?" Justin shot a piercing look at Jesse, but Jesse couldn't help but burst into laughter and quickly apologized, saying, "I'm sorry, boss." Justin shouted his own name."How many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me boss?" Justin always found it frustrating when Jesse insisted on maintaining a hierarchical dynamic between them. Jesse expressed remorse, "I apologize, Justin. You're aware of the potential consequences if your father discovers our friendship and that I address you by name." Justin responded, "I understand and it would mean a lot to me if you could address me by my name, especially when we're in public settings like this. To avoid drawing attention from others." Jess
Jesse's eyes also widened in shock as he saw Olima's face and knew that she was the same young lady that Justin was asking him off earlier when they were still at the club, but now she looks so battered than when he earlier saw her. Jesse couldn't believe that she was the one, and Justin was seriously worrying about her too. Olima was still unable to speak about who had hurt her as she cried and begged Justin, "Please, sir, help me get to the estate gate?." Justin asked her, "Why?." He held her left hand closely, as he didn't want her to run away from him again, but his phone continued ringing out in his black suit trouser side pocket. Jesse's phone also rang out, and Justin knew that his parents were the ones calling him. Even though they acted blindly toward him sometimes, his mother still always called him to know where he was and if he was alright. Justin said, "Wait first." He immediately took out his phone from his trouser side pocket, and at the same time, Jesse's phone w
Justin's car finally drove into the garage and parked. He stepped down from his car first and saw his mother standing at the mansion frontage and staring at him too as he walked over to the second side of the car and assisted the young lady in stepping down from his car. Mrs. Juliet was wearing a red long rosy nightgown and hearing the sound of her son's car arriving in their compound and parking in their garage. She immediately rushed out to have a peek at who had arrived, and seeing it was Justin made her relieved. Her husband had traveled abroad for a business trip to other states where he owned other mega houses as well, and she knew that he usually cheated on her, even more than Justin. Her husband, named Mr. Emerson Robert, kept his promiscuous lifestyle a secret, thinking she wouldn't know. She had seen a lot of photos and videos of him with some shameless young ladies who were proud to host her husband in their beds. Despite knowing that he was a married man and a billionai
Justin walked into the living room with his mother, but Mrs. Juliet wasn't in a good mood at all and she questioned him, "Son, just take a look at the time. You're just arriving home now. It's after 12 am in the midnight!" Mrs. Juliet ranted, and Justin rather apologized to his mother, "I'm sorry, Mom. I saw her on the road, and I couldn't just drive past her." "Why, son? We have the estate security agency to help her out, and now with you bringing her here, that will prolong the matter and warrant more questioning and explanations. What if that young lady did something more terrible in her family home or killed someone there, and you shamelessly brought her here to us, to implicate us too?" Mrs. Juliet roared out her frustration at Justin. "No, mother! She's innocent and cannot hurt a fly," Justin said, and his mother shook her head as her black eyes narrowed at her handsome son. "Okay. It's already late now, and I want to go and sleep. Tomorrow, I want you to take her away from h
Justin replied to Leah's greeting, "Good morning Leah, how was your night?" Justin was practically a free guy, and even though he knew that he was supposed to be strict with his staff and workers, he wasn't that type of guy that took life so seriously and should be demanding for respect all the time from his staff. He knew so well that Leah, Jesse, and their gate man, Alex, all respected him as he is their boss, just after his father, but he smiles with them and plays with them behind his parents' back, especially when his father isn't at home, as his mother usually turned a blind eye on his playfulness sometimes, but his father didn't approve of it at all, and always told him to maintain his distance of boss to servant relationship with their staff. "My night was fine boss, and yours?" Leah asked Justin as she paused her sweeping and stared up at his balcony again, he was leaning on upstairs. "Fine too," Justin replied, but his eyes remained focused on Olima, while Leah saw that he
Mrs Juliet's eyes shifted to stare at Mrs Gina as she finally walked out to the gate, meeting Mrs Gina's cold gaze on her. Mrs Juliet asked, "Why did you send her away last night from here?" Mrs Gina didn't know who the black beautiful woman standing in her presence was, as she knew most of the women in the Emerson estate were all big men's wives. "Pardon? Who are you to come into my house to question me?" Mrs Gina retorted. "Who am I?" Mrs Juliet scoffed. "I'm very ashamed of you, woman. You have a young daughter like her size and choose to send this young lady away by midnight last night. Yet, you could sleep so peacefully inside your room... how evil of you to be heartless to another human's daughter, let alone your stepdaughter too?" Mrs Juliet questioned coldly, but Mia's school bus finally arrived. Mia had no other option but to leave for school. Mrs Gina replied, "Olima is not welcome in this house again, as she dared to poison my daughter and me last night, attempting to
Olima's life had not been rosy after her stepmother's arrest as Mrs. Gina ensured to mistreat Olima even more. Mrs. Gina stated, "You didn't work for the money that you used in eating here daily, and yet you have the nerve to gang up against me and get me arrested. Really?" Mrs. Gina smirked as she stood in the center of the living room, and Olima stared downward and listened to her stepmother. Mrs. Gina said, "When I returned home, we will discuss this appropriately. And if you know what is best for you, you better prepare and leave this house for good." Olima was silent as she watched her stepmother finally leave the house shortly after returning from the police station. Olima could hear her stomach grumbling out of hunger while she returned back upstairs to her bedroom, as she was sure her stepmother had left the house. She later stepped downstairs from her bedroom and walked back to the kitchen to check for what she could eat. Olima saw the remaining noodles left, cooked it