The crippled billionaire proposal

Melissa opened her eyes to the sun shining in, she rolled off the side where the sun had set on her bed and groaned.

She was just beginning to enjoy her sleep but unluckily for her, someone just ruined it. She lay on the bed with her eyes open boiling in anger.

She sits up after some minutes with her hair all over her face, frowns, and uses her hand to brush them backward.

She was glaring at the person in front of her, who had annoyed her already without knowing.

“Did you do that on purpose?” Melissa asks.

Lauren opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

“What do you mean?” Lauren manages to gather some meaningful words together.

“You knew opening the curtain would make the sun enter my eyes, and you went ahead to do so.” Melissa asks.

“I am sorry, I just thought it was time for you to wake up,” Lauren said in fear.

“Wake up?”Melissa Mumble.

She stands up from the bed, glaring at Lauren.

Lauren knew what was coming for her, so she shifted back a little bit.

“Don't you dare move,” Melissa mumbled.

She stretched her body and held Lauren's hair.

Lauren yelps in pain, and Melissa tightens her grip on her hair.

“I am sorry, I won't do it again,” Lauren pleaded.

Melissa chuckled and let go of her hair.

She wanted to cause more pain to Lauren but she changed her mind trying not to ruin the nails she had done the previous day.

“Yeah, you won't do it again because I am going to report you to Dad you this bastard.” Melissa said and went into the restroom.

Lauren knows better not to wait in the room and try to beg. She rushed out of the room in tears, meeting maid's on her way. They knew what happened already and they shook their heads in pity.

“It's a hot morning, everyone should try to avoid madam Melissa and not annoy her” One of the maids said.

That seems to be their everyday slogan.

They all went into hiding, knowing Melissa had woken up on the wrong side of the bed, so they had to be careful.

Melissa finished washing her face, packing her hair into a bun, and walking out of the restroom.

She went downstairs with her nightie still on her body.

She was holding her phone, it was always with her, that is her only friend since She has none.

She was chatting with someone who had been disturbing and pleading to date her. She went into the internet to search who the guy was, and she frowned when she saw what he was worth.

“Dumb fool, so much gut,” she mumbled as she reached the dining room.

She sat on the chair, still focused on her phone. She put the guy's message on hold and went to her page to post.

Minutes after posting, she started receiving comments, and when she went through them, she grinned with satisfaction.

They were begging her to reply to their message and consider their request but she was going to ignore them as usual. She closed her phone and put it aside.

She looked at the table to see what she was served, and she frowned.

“Who prepared this?” She asks.

The maids shifted back, looking at each other to see who was bold enough to reply to her.

“Are you all deaf?” Melissa asks and faces them.

“No ma'am” they chorus.

“Then answer the question and stop staring at me like a dummy,” Melissa half yelled.

“I am the one,” Lauren said, coming down from the stairs.

“You know I don't like eating this in the morning right?” Melissa mumbled.

“It's what was on the food table this morning. Besides, you said you want it every Saturday morning” Lauren said.

“Even if I said that, are you dumb enough to know I am not interested in eating it this morning?” Melissa asks.

“I am sorry,” Lauren mumbles under her breath.

“Saying sorry annoys Me more, if you don't know your place then leave” Melissa said and groaned.

She picks her phone and glares at the maids.

“Get me something better than this rubbish if you all don't want to lose your job” she yelled and walked out of the dining room.

She stops just at the entrance of the dining room and looks back.

“You” she said pointing to the lady who was suppose to prepare the food.

“You are fired and also whoever allows this wretched step sister of mine to enter into the kitchen,” she said and left.

The two ladies sigh and go in to pack their things knowing they dare not defy the order.

The maids scatter around to think of what to cook for the unsatisfied daddy's princess.

There was a bell ring at the door, Lauren rushed to the door. She opened it and saw a strange face.

“Good morning,” Lauren greeted.

“Good morning, this is for your boss” the man said and dropped the parcel in Lauren's hand, and then he left.

Lauren arch her brow while staring at the letter, she checks it all over and shrugs when she sees nothing on the parcel.

She closed the door and proceeded to their boss'( her father) room. She knocked on his door, but there was no answer. She tried again like two times before leaving.

She went to the back of the house where he always stayed and she met him there, he was sitting and resting his back while on a call with someone.

Lauren stood in front of him and bowed slightly.

“Arrange the meeting and tell me the time, then I will try to show up,” the man said and hung up.

He seems to be in his late fifties. He is the father of Melissa, Lauren and her brother. He gives Melissa everything she wants and allows her to do anything she wants without questioning her, which makes her spoiled and rude.

“What's that?” The man asked.

“I was told the parcel is for you,” Lauren said and stretched forth the parcel.

The man arch his brow while staring at the parcel in Lauren's hand.

“Open it” the man said, and Lauren looked at him. It was the first time he would ever allow a maid to open any message meant for him.

She slowly unwrapped the parcel and opened it. It was a letter.

“It's a letter,” Lauren mumbled.

Melissa walked in at that moment and went to hug her dad. It was the first time she was smiling that morning.

“Dad” Melissa mumbled and sat beside her father.

“You look annoyed, Did something happen?” Her father asked.

“It’s Lauren who won't stop getting on my nerves. It's so annoying dealing with her, why haven't you still sent her packing with her wretched mother,” Melissa said, and eye Lauren, who was still standing in front of them.

“What are you doing standing there?” Melissa asks.

“Read the letter out,” Melissa's father said, and Lauren nodded.

“What letter, Dad?” Melissa asks.

“It's a marriage proposal letter, ” Lauren said.

Melissa frowns and rolls her eyes. She has been getting constant marriage proposals from people all around, but she feels like they are not up to her league, and they are not worth her.

She gave Lauren the go-ahead to read, and Lauren read the content of the letter.

Melissa chuckled, trying to hold back her laughter.

“People that have always been asking my hand for marriage never hold themselves back in saying how rich they are and how they will care for me, i am shocked he didn't mention any of that” Melissa said.

“That's suspicious,” she mumbled.

“I know about this, Lisa, he is very rich and famous, you will know him, trust me, he is the one for you,” her father said.

“Dad, you know about the proposal?” Melissa asks, frowning.

“Yes, I do,” Her father replied.

Melissa took her phone and quickly went to search for the man when her father mentioned his name.

She frowns when she sees how rich he truly is, but something spoils him. He is crippled.

“What? Dad, how can you do this to me?” Melissa screams.

“You don't expect me to get married to someone like this,” Melissa said.

“Just look at the bright side, darling, the things you will benefit from.”

“Dad,” Melissa yelled, and her father kept mute for her.

“I am not getting married to a cripple. The proposal is rejected,” Melissa said and walked out in anger.

Lauren bit her lips and shook her head. She knows she will never reject such an offer like that.

“Discard the invite,” Melissa's father said, and Lauren gasped.

The man looks at her with disdain, and she quickly rushes away.

She went to a corner when no one could see her and she read the letter again and again. She brought out her little phone and searched for the person.

Truly, he is really rich, she gasps at his beauty.

“He is really rich and handsome,” Lauren mumbled to herself.

She squeezes the letter in her hand with one thing in her mind.

To take advantage of the proposal.