Billionaire's Admirable Bride

A month later, Mrs. Gina Adams woke up in her bedroom. It was the first room given to her when she was officially married to the late Mr. Leo Adams, and two months before he chased her out to the boys' quarters apartment. She stretched as she glanced at the wall clock and saw it was after 7 a.m. Mrs. Gina carefully sat up on her bed, feeling like the madam of the house again. "Hmm... how time flies," she said, dropping her legs down, adjusting her nightgown properly, and stood up from the bed. At 39 years old, she walked out from her room and made her way downstairs, knowing it was the beginning of the school term and that her daughter, Mia Adams, would be going back to school early. Mrs. Gina walked downstairs to the living room, paused, and looked around. She could see that the living room had been freshly mopped, which made her smile in satisfaction. Just then, Olima Adams, a beautiful 17-year-old girl, stepped out from the kitchen behind Mrs. Gina and greeted her stepmother,

Olima paused at the dining room and turned to face her stepmother. She replied, "No, ma. I checked the kitchen, and there's no foodstuff left." Mia frowned, hungry, and questioned, "Why didn't you speak up earlier?" Olima looked from Mia to Mrs. Gina, remembering how she had helped Mia with her assignments and how Mia acted friendly with her. But once Mrs. Gina arrived home, and Mia saw her mother had returned, Mia would switch to her mother's toxic behavior. "Hmm. And you sat here with Mia, watching television. Didn't you know that you should have come to my shop to ask for money to refill the house with foodstuffs and the things you'll need to prepare dinner tonight? Or did you actually expect us to starve with you this night?" Mrs. Gina questioned coldly. Olima replied, "No, mother— I mean, ma..." Mrs. Gina opened her purse and brought out some bundles of money. She counted it and said, "Here's 10,000. Before I go upstairs, take my bath, and come back down, make sure you've alr

Nathan dragged Olima out of the mansion as she sobbed and begged, "Please don't throw me out, I have nowhere to go. Please, Nathan..." "I'm sorry, young madam, but I can't help you. You have to leave," Nathan said, frustrated. He didn't know what Olima had done. He'd seen her rush back into the house earlier, and now she was sobbing. "Please, don't throw me out. This is my father's house. I have nowhere else," Olima cried. Nathan let go of her hands and scratched his head, a dark-skinned man with short black hair and average height. "Nathan! Is that witch still there?" Gina stormed out of the house, glaring at Nathan and Olima. Nathan immediately pulled the gate open. "No, madam," Nathan replied, not wanting to lose his job. Gina and Mia stepped out of the mansion. "Then who am I seeing standing at the gate with you? I said, throw her out!" Gina roared, rushing towards Olima and Nathan. She pushed Olima out of the gate. "Get out! Don't let me see you here again, or I'll kill you

Jesse's eyes widened in shock to see Olima's face. She was the same woman Justin had been asking about at the club, but she hadn't looked this battered then. He couldn't believe it was her, and that Justin was so worried. Olima was still unable to say who hurt her. Instead, she begged Justin, "Please... help me get to the estate gate?" "Why?" Justin asked, holding her hand tightly. His phone kept ringing in his pocket, and so did Jesse's. Justin knew his parents could be overbearing, but his mother always called to check on him. "Wait first..." Justin said to Olima, taking out his phone. At the same time, Jesse's phone rang. Justin's mother had called his father to complain about Justin's absence. "Boss, your dad's calling me. We need to leave," Jesse told Justin, picking up his phone. Justin answered his mother's call instead. "Hello, Mom," Justin said. "Justin, where are you?" His mother asked. "I'm on my way home, Mom. I'll be there soon," Justin replied, still holding Oli

Justin walked into the living room with his mother, but Mrs. Juliet was in a bad mood. "Son, look at what time you're arriving home! After midnight!" Mrs. Juliet ranted, and Justin apologized. "I'm sorry, Mom. I saw her on the road, and I couldn't just drive past." "Why, son? We have the estate security to help. Bringing her here prolongs the matter and warrants more questions. What if she did something terrible at home, or killed someone, and you brought her here to implicate us?" Mrs. Juliet said, frustrated. "No, Mother! She's innocent and wouldn't hurt a fly," Justin said. His mother shook her head, narrowing her eyes. "It's okay. It's late, and I want to sleep. Tomorrow, I want you to take her away. Or don't worry... I'll take her back to her house myself to find out what happened," Mrs. Juliet said, not wanting Justin to spend time with Olima. "Alright, Mom. Good night," Justin replied, watching his mother climb the stairs to her room, leaving him alone in the living room.