Samantha' life ended the day her mother died. It was like she didn't exist to her father anymore. Life for her becomes more complicated when her father sells her off in place of her stepsister to clear his debts, little does she know that her life has just began.
View MoreSamantha could not deny that she was mesmerized by the grandeur of the Kane mansion and for moment it distracted her from her current misery. Her house was nothing compared to the architectural beauty before her. The men led her inside the house, one held her firmly with his grip so tight that she thought it might leave a bruise while the others carried her possessions. Her heart raced they passed the dim lit hall, the portraits on the wall held weird art works that she felt dated back to the 19th century.The men released her when they got to what looked like the living room. Now left alone her eyes wandered around the room , it was too big and the design seemed ancient perhaps it was because she was more familiar with her home. Samantha's heart sank when she remembered home,fresh tears fell from her eyes as she recalled how she was dragged out of her own home like a fugitive while Olivia sneered and mocked, her own father forced her into a life she did not choose. It was a betra
There was no way this was happening to her, she did not deserve it. They had ruined her life completely already but this was too extreme. It was impossible, there was no way her father consented to this, it was far worse than betrayal, she was his flesh and blood or had he forgotten". " You can't do this to me". She begged. "Please for the sake of mum, don't do this". She pleaded as she was dragged into the car by the strange men. " It's my birthday". She cried. As the car approached their destination, she closed her eyes recalling her final moments in her father's house. ( Two weeks ago.) " Where is Olivia?" Her father asked her as she served them breakfast. " She is in her room". Samantha replied. Whatever had transpired between them last night must have been really serious, Olivia was not one to miss breakfast especially when it was toast bread. " I will take her food to her". Samantha offered. Elena stopped her," I will take it myself". She eyed her husband malici
She was quite aware that her father had bad habit of gambling, there was a time it caused a big misunderstanding between her father and late mother, she remembered him begging and promising never to gamble again but here he was repeating the same act. Her mother would be rolling in her grave, everything this man did and said were all lies. Fred Dwayne, her father was a prominent man in his early fifties, compared to his mates he looked younger and could pass for a thirty year old. He was known for his amazing business ideas and strategies that helped accumulate so much wealth that was until he started gambling, now he was in debt. Her mother has used her family's influence to pay off the first debt that accumulated but with her mother dead he was helpless. The trashing sound she heard from their room indicated her stepmother wasn't taking the information well. Elena paced in the room she shared with her husband, this was not part of the plan, when she moved into the house she
The blaring of the horn at the main entrance was what jolted Samantha back to reality. Her stepmother was back home from one of her many trips birthing a new chapter of misery was about to be opened in her life, she sincerely wished her vacation had lasted longer. Life had become a burden and a lot of times she had considered throwing herself from the window, in death maybe she would find peace but anytime the thought occurred to her she remembered her mother, she would be disappointed. Samantha wiped her hands on her worn out shorts and proceeded downstairs to welcome her stepmother home. As she descended down the stairs she prayed earnestly for the woman to be in a good mood at least that way she can make away with just insults. " Where is the girl?". A middle aged woman asked no one in particular as soon as she alighted from the car. The house workers who had long assembled themselves awaiting her arrival kept mute. It was difficult for them to know if the lady of the house
The blaring of the horn at the main entrance was what jolted Samantha back to reality. Her stepmother was back home from one of her many trips birthing a new chapter of misery was about to be opened in her life, she sincerely wished her vacation had lasted longer. Life had become a burden and a lot of times she had considered throwing herself from the window, in death maybe she would find peace but anytime the thought occurred to her she remembered her mother, she would be disappointed. Samantha wiped her hands on her worn out shorts and proceeded downstairs to welcome her stepmother home. As she descended down the stairs she prayed earnestly for the woman to be in a good mood at least that way she can make away with just insults. " Where is the girl?". A middle aged woman asked no one in particular as soon as she alighted from the car. The house workers who had long assembled themselves awaiting her arrival kept mute. It was difficult for them to know if the lady of the house
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