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Trapped In The Billionaire Love Nest

Trapped In The Billionaire Love Nest

Lola Amos

Last update: 1970-01-01

Chapter 1 Prologue

  • 17th July 2019
  • Georgetown, Texas
  • “You vile wicked child “ My father screamed at me , staggering after his drinking spree.
  • I stood at the top of the staircase studying his face for less than a second, holding everything i called my own in a backpack and my bichon frise, Wena who was on my right hand.
  • “After everything I’ve done for you , this is how you repay me?”
  • “What have you done for me apart from emotional abuse?”
  • “You stupid girl”
  • He took a step further while attempting to throw a bottle of garrison cousins at me which he missed and toppled over, causing him to fall face flat on the staircase .
  • “Let’s go Wena”
  • Taking one step at a time , I crossed the drunk log of wood.
  • “I have endured your constant abuse for too long dad , I can’t take it any longer . If only mum was here to see this mess …… nah, you were already a mess before she died .”
  • I took a deep breathe
  • “The anger is beyond fathomable at times as I acknowledge you are not the man I once called my father or a prime example of being a loving husband. I do not understand why, when or how it happened; however, I don’t ever want to know. You don’t get to try to justify your actions to me. You made your choice and now I get to make mine.“
  • I lost my mother two months ago to ovarian cancer which had spread to her pelvis and stomach .My fathers unfaithfulness was just the icing on the cake which was slowly killing her and she kept suppressing it.
  • She was a beautiful woman who had glossy black skin and shiny , halo white teeth . Her hair was ebony brown with curls , her lashes velvety which complemented her rapture black eyes and her dainty nose.Anytime I close my eyes I could hear her soothing voice from her full pouting lips.
  • I dropped out of The University of Texas at Dallas two years ago to take care of her while my father galavanted the whole of Houston splurging money on his side chick. I always wondered why my mother ended up with a man like that. But at least I’m grateful for taking her looks and the only close thing to a resemblance I have of my father are his grey eyes.
  • The worst part is that growing up, he was a great dad. Always loved and did a good job at raising me but what was he teaching me by being a bad husband to my mom? Should I let a man cheat on me? That is exactly what he did by teaching me that it is okay to let a man treat me in a way that is not respectful just like he did to my mother while she was on her dying bed.
  • I can’t go back to start a new beginning but I know for a fact that I could make a new ending and that starts now. I got out of the house and headed straight to the garage , his haven full of the Vodka, Gin, and Rum, where I hoped he would silently drink himself to death. Taking the keys and car documents to his beloved 1955 Ford thunderbird which he loved dearly more than his child . With my hands trembling on the staring wheel and my heart pounding I raced forward and zoomed off to a new start.