Billionaire's Admirable Bride

On a bright Monday morning, Olima Adams got out of bed at 6:00 a.m. She swept the house and moved to the kitchen to prepare her younger sister's breakfast. Olima knew it was school resumption day. She did not want her stepmother or stepsister to pick on her, so she made the breakfast before they woke. Meanwhile, Gina woke in the bedroom that had been hers when she first married the late Mr. Leo Adams—two months before he had chased her to the boys' quarters. She stretched and stared at the wall clock. It was after 7:00 a.m. Gina sat up, feeling like the madam of the house again. "How time flies," she said. She swung her legs down and adjusted her nightgown. The 39-year-old stood and walked downstairs. It was school resumption day, and her daughter, Mia Adams, needed to leave. Gina reached the living room and paused. The floor was mopped, and she smiled in satisfaction. Olima Adams, a 17-year-old girl, stepped out from the kitchen behind Gina. "Good morning, mother," Olima greeted.

Olima paused at the dining room and turned to face her stepmother. She replied, "No, Ma. I checked the kitchen, and there is no foodstuff left." Mia frowned because she was hungry. She questioned, "Why didn't you speak up?" Olima stared from Mia to Gina. She had helped Mia with her assignments, and Mia had been acting friendly with her. But once Gina arrived home and Mia saw her mother had returned, Mia switched to her mother's toxic behavior. "And you sat here with Mia watching television. Didn't you know you should have come to my shop to ask for money to refill the house with foodstuffs, that you need ingredients to prepare dinner for tonight, or did you expect us to starve with you?" Gina questioned with a cold glare. Olima replied, "No, Mother—I mean, Ma." Gina opened her purse and brought out a bundle of notes. She counted them and said, "Here is 10,000. Before I go upstairs to finish my bath and come back down, make sure you have gone to the market to buy the ingredients for

Nathan dragged Olima out from the mansion as she sobbed and begged him, "Please don't throw me out. I don't have anywhere to go. Please, Nathan..." Olima cried. "I'm sorry, small madam, but I cannot help you. You have to leave this house now," Nathan said, as he didn't know what Olima did. Nathan had seen Olima when she ran back into the house when she returned, and now she was sobbing. "Please don't throw me out; this is my father's house. I don't have anywhere else to go," Olima cried as she begged Nathan. He let go of her hands and raked his short black hair, scratching his head. He was a dark-skinned man of average height. "Nathan! Is that witch still there?!" Gina stormed out from the house. She glared at Nathan and Olima while Nathan pulled the gate open. "No, madam," Nathan replied, as he wasn't ready to lose his job yet. Gina and Mia both stepped out from the mansion. "Then who am I seeing standing at the gate there with you? I said throw her out!" Gina yelled. She steppe

Jesse’s eyes also widened in shock to see Olima’s face, as he saw that she was the same young lady that Justin was asking him about earlier when they were still at the club. But she wasn’t looking this battered earlier when he saw her. Jesse couldn’t believe that Olima was the one and that Justin was worrying about her too. Olima was still unable to speak about who hurt her, and she cried while she begged Justin, “Please… help me get to the estate gate.” “Why?” Justin asked, as he held her left hand closely. He didn’t want her to run away from him, but his phone continued ringing in his trouser side pocket, and so did Jesse’s phone. Justin knew his parents acted blindly toward him sometimes, but his mother still always called him to know where he was and if he was alright. “Wait first…” Justin said to Olima, as he quickly took out his phone from his trouser side pocket. At the same time, Jesse’s phone was ringing too. Justin’s mother had called his father to complain to him about

Justin walked into the living room with his mother, but Juliet wasn't in a good mood at all. She questioned her son, "Justin, just take a look at the time. You're just arriving home now—it's after 12 a.m. in the middle of the night!" Juliet ranted, and Justin apologized to his mother. "I'm sorry, Mom. I saw the young lady by the road, and I could not just drive past her." "Why, son? We have the estate security agency to help her out, and now with you bringing her here, that will prolong the matter and warrant more questioning and explanations. What if that young lady did something more terrible in her family home or killed someone there, and you shamelessly brought her here to us and implicated us too?" Juliet yelled her frustration at Justin. "No, Mother! She's innocent and could not hurt a fly," Justin said, and his mother shook her head as her black eyes narrowed at her handsome son. "It's okay. It's already late now, and I want to go and sleep. By tomorrow, I want you to take t