Chapter 2

Yes, this mansion is quite large. My father's wealth surprised me; I had no idea. I struggled to remember living here in my previous existence. I might not have ever experienced bullying. If I knew my father was a billionaire sooner, perhaps I wouldn't have as many friends now. I was forced to admit that this was comforting. Just too soft of a bed.

The maid announced, "Ma'am Asha, lunch is ready. Your dad wants you to go downstairs and eat with them." I avert my eyes. I wish she had seen it, but she didn't.

I replied with a smile on my face, which made her smile back, "Yes, I will go and eat with them. I just need to prepare myself." I take a peek at myself in the mirror. I am a lovely representation of my father. He cannot deny I am his only daughter because I have all of his features.

With a fake smile on my face, I made the decision to head downstairs. I even had on a fancy outfit. Yes, this fits my physique extremely well. I began to enjoy this style of attire.

"You're gorgeous, Asha. Come here, iha, and sit with us," my granny remarked with a smile on her face.

She welcomed me in a way that I found to be really warm and sincere. Dad is quite silent and I look at him suddenly. I turn to face the woman sitting next to him. I've never met her.

With interest in my voice, I inquired, "Are you my mother?" It started to feel awkward.

I again questioned in a naturally gentle voice, "Oh, we don't look like. Who are you?"

She replied, but I did not hear the sincerity in her voice, "I am your dad's wife. You can always call me mommy." Was what I heard correct?

I didn't realize I spoke what was on my mind when I said, "You're the mistress?" Despite appearing agitated, she maintains her cool.

I apologized to my father and grandmother and said, "Where's mom?"

The mistress added, "Your mom left you; I'm willing to do her part to you dear." I am aware that she is slowly killing me in the back of her mind.

But I can tell from the way she looks that she will never make a decent mother. She is expecting a child, but she doesn't seem to be. A bitch like her I know. She doesn't have a familiar face, but I can smell her.

My dad said sternly, "Stop it, Asha. Eat your food. I will introduce you to our staff later so come with me."

I answered, "Yes, dad." To meet each employee, I am thrilled and eager. Given that I am not in the corporate world, I believe this will be quite challenging for me.

I got up and got ready for when we finished eating. I no longer wish to appear impoverished. I've been there, and it's the worst feeling ever.

My maid questioned, "What are you going to wear, ma'am?"

I exclaimed, walking into the bathroom, "I want that brown slit dress." I was unable to contain my shock. Gosh. This bathroom is just our old house size.

In fact, I'm living the life I've always desired. I take a bath and use feminine wash to scrub my body. Oh, what a fragrance. When I'm finished, which takes a few minutes, I go in front of the mirror. I started doing my own makeup because I know how to do it. Since I don't have curly hair, I blow it out and give it a little curl. I stand out from the rest of this clan because of my straight black hair.

I stand up and put on my brown slit dress once I'm completely satisfied with how I appear. Amazing beauty.

My maid praised me, "You look very beautiful ma'am."

While finishing off my final retouch, I said, "Thank you very much. I hope you too." I examine her from head to toe.

I raised an indignant eyebrow and questioned, "Why are you still here?"

She is clearly staring at me, I noticed.

I again questioned, "What kind of look is that?" I detest the way she is observing me.

She bowed her head and whispered, "I think I just remembered someone from the past ma'am I am sorry to make you uncomfortable."

I commanded, "Get out."

She exited my room in a hurry. I inhale heavily. Gosh. I won't allow the bullies to bully me again now that I'm here.

I took a glance in the mirror. They don't recognize the Asha I used to be. I'm the brand-new Asha Coleman who will make their lives a living nightmare. I laugh.

I've already chosen to head downstairs. Already waiting for me is my father. I hold on to his arm. Afterward, he gave me permission. The mistress wasn't obvious to me.

I whispered, "Where the heck is tita Shane anyway, dad?" Dad's brows arch as he looks at me.

He asked abruptly, which made my heart race, "I thought you don't like her around?"

I apologized to my father and stated, "I only want mom. Tita Shane is too much for me."

He responded as we were already making our way to the limousine, "She decided not to go since she has something else she has to do more." He assisted me in getting in the automobile. Dad told the driver to start the motor when we were finally inside the car and then he told us to drive to the Coleman's empire. I made the decision to scroll up and down on my phone while seated after opening the F******k app. I have shared some extremely humorous memes on my alerts since they make me chuckle.

The driver said, "We're here, boss," which caused me to put my phone away. My F******k account is closed.

We exited the vehicle. As soon as camera flashes hit my eyes, I became instantly distracted. Guards stood in my way, but when the media caused a little trouble, I was forced to sit down. My butt hurts, oh no. I was given assistance by a grimy hand, but I just stood there and stared at it aimlessly. I left alone and lost-looking. What a careless reporter, I tell you. I was led inside by someone. I believe the reporters are truly crazy about my father.