All Chapters of Rich Love : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Carolyn’s POVAfter everything that had happened that morning, I dragged myself to the cafeteria, my body aching and my heart heavy.J.J.’s words from earlier still rang in my head."I am going to break you, piece by piece."I swallowed, pushing the memory aside. I needed to eat. I hadn’t had dinner last night, I hadn’t had breakfast this morning, and after spending hours kneeling in the sun, my body was screaming for energy.I scanned the cafeteria, looking for a safe place to sit, when I saw Tina waving at me from a seat far away from the popular kids’ table.Relief flooded through me.I started walking toward her, passing by J.J.’s table where he sat with George, Julius, Emma, and two other girls.Emma’s minions.I felt their eyes on me, their silent judgment pressing against my skin like needles. I kept my head down, quickening my pace.The further away I got from them, the better I felt."Just get to Tina."When I reached her table, she immediately grabbed my hand and pulled me d

Carolyn's POV I was completely drained by the time I stepped into the house.Today at school had somehow been worse than yesterday.And I had no doubt that tomorrow would be worse than today.I didn’t know how I was going to survive this.Without thinking, I started walking past the sitting room, heading straight to my room. I didn’t have the energy for anything—or anyone.But then—“Good afternoon to you too, Carolyn.”The sarcastic voice made me jump.I turned abruptly, my heart pounding, only to find Aunty Pat sitting in the living room, watching television.“Wow, calm down. Why are you so jumpy? Are you o—”I didn’t let her finish.I collapsed into her arms, my body trembling as the weight of everything I had endured crashed over me.And then—The tears came.I couldn’t stop them.I sobbed uncontrollably, gripping her as if she were the only thing keeping me from falling apart completely.“Oh my God, Carolyn!” Aunty Pat’s voice was filled with panic as she wrapped her arms around

Carolyn’s POVThe weight of J.J.’s bag dug into my arms as I followed him through the hallways.It was heavier than I expected—probably full of textbooks he never touched. Still, I tightened my grip and kept my head down. My feet moved on instinct, but my heart pounded in my chest like a trapped bird.I couldn’t believe I had just agreed to this.J.J. Johnson’s personal servant.I wanted to convince myself that I had made the right decision—that obeying him would make things easier. But deep down, I knew it wasn’t true.J.J. didn’t go easy on anyone.The moment we stepped into the classroom, all eyes turned to us.Or rather, to me.Whispers erupted almost instantly. Girls’ eyes narrowed with barely concealed jealousy, while the guys smirked, some looking amused, others intrigued.Oh God.J.J. walked ahead like he owned the place—because, in a way, he did. He was the king of this school, and everyone bowed to him in one way or another. And now, I was walking beside him, carrying his ba

Carolyn’s POVThe silence followed me everywhere.It was worse than the laughter, worse than the insults.At least when people bullied me, they acknowledged my existence. Now? Now I was a ghost.Ever since J.J. declared me his, the entire school had started avoiding me like the plague.The first few days had been the hardest. I walked into the cafeteria, expecting glares, maybe even another humiliation, but instead—nothing.People simply moved away.If I sat at a table, students got up and left.If I walked into a hallway, the chatter died down, and then I’d hear their whispers the moment I passed."That’s J.J.’s property…""He really wasn’t joking.""I heard she even cleans his shoes now…"Rumors. Lies. Some close to the truth, others ridiculous. But none of them mattered.Because the result was the same.I was alone, well not really, I had Tina but she has been very sick for a while now and has not been to school.Even Emma—who once took every opportunity to make my life miserable—r

Carolyn's POVThe moment we landed in Lagos, I felt like my entire body had been drained of energy. The trip had been exhausting—not just because of the long hours but because I had spent every second of it trapped in my thoughts, dreading what the next five days would bring.J.J. and George barely spoke to me on the plane. J.J. had spent most of the flight lounging in his seat with his headphones in, ignoring everything and everyone. George, on the other hand, had given me a few glances, like he wanted to say something, but he never did.And now, as we stepped off the plane and into the humid Lagos air, I felt like I was walking into yet another nightmare.The journey to our hotel in Lagos had been short, but to me it had long and exhausting even though the school found a hotel that was just ten minutes away from the Lagos international airport. From the moment we boarded the bus, I felt trapped. J.J. and George sat a few rows behind me, and even though I tried my best to disappear i