Chapter 8_ Ramen drama

ALEX POV:

I kept staring at the ring on my finger and I just couldn't come to terms about what was happening.

I'm wearing a ring worth millions of dollars on my finger and I feel so scared and nervous.

"So what do I do now?" I asked him after seating in his office for eternity without him talking to me.

"Do what I told you to do and screw off, you will be contacted." He said and I frowned my face.

Treat me like a human at least Mr tycoon.

I wrote my digits on the piece of paper infront of me and pick upy bag then stood up.

"I….I'm leaving now." I mumbled but he didn't even look up to see my face again.

I guess even my fake face isn't worth looking at?

Slowly I made my way out of his office, I walk inside the elevator alone and rest my back against the cold wall.

Am I really doing the right thing? I know tgat there is money involved but is it really worth it.

I exhaled deeply and closed my eyes then the scene of where my father was beating me came into view.

This motivated me, if I want to leave that abusive household then I have to marry Lockwood.

I got to the first floor of the company and was walking towards the main door.

I looked around me and saw a few bunch of people staring at me and murmuring to each other.

I don't know if they're complementing me or dragging me.

I know it isn't the later, no one has ever done that to me before.

I walk out of the front door and immediately a man on suit rushed towards me.

"Hi Miss, Mr Lockwood said I should drop you off to your home." He said and I glanced around to know if he was really talking to me.

"Are you talking to me?" I asked dumbly, he nodded and started leading me to the car.

He opened the door for me to get in and I did.

"Where is your location Miss?" He inquired.

"Behind the old McDonalds along the subway station." I responded while looking around the car.

This is my first time of seeing a car as fancy as this.

The inside looks exactly like that of a private jet, there is laptop on each seat where the occupant can browse and get busy.

Only God knows how much this costed him.

I scroll through my phone contact which consist of less than twenty numbers and search for that of Camille.

I needed someone to talk to and I guess she is the perfect person for me.

I dialed her number and placed the phone against my ear.

"Hello who is this?" She asked.

"Hi Camille, it is me Alex." I said and there was shuffling at the other end of the phone.

"Oh Alex, my God you call when I'm so busy, I'll try and call you back when I'm done okay?" She said and I nodded even though she can't see me.

"Okay."

"We are here." The man on suit said and got down from the car then walk around to open the car door for me.

"Thank you for driving me home, have a nice day." I said politely. I pulled down my dress a little and walk inside the house.

When I got home as usual nobody was there, I got to my room and it wasn't as i left it earlier.

The bed is rough as if someone else slept on it and there was stains on the ground.

"What is going on here?" I whispered and then rushed to open my bathroom door.

Nothing was in there, then I came back inside my room and opened my wardrobe.

"Oh sh*t!" I cursed under my breath, i stared in bewildment at the mess that was done to my clothes.

There was a note stick to one of the dresses and I picked it up.

**Since you came across a bunch of fancy clothes, I took some for my girl**

Like seriously? Come on Michael you can't just go on taking my things wothout letting me know!

He is insane.

He almost everything that was given to me by Olivia.

Now what to I say if Lockwood ask about them?

I slammed the wardrobe close and sat down on the bed, I bend down to remove my stilleto after which i removed the mask on my face.

Just a matter of time and my life will be as normal as that of everyone in my age.

Just a week more and all the people that step on me will bow down and beg for mercy.

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I opened the fridge and the only food that I could find was a cup of ramen.

I picked it up and walk out of the kitchen, I sat down on a couch inside the living room and opened the ramen.

Yum! At has been so long I had ramen.

I picked up my fork and digged it inside the cup of ramen and started eating.

The last time I encountered a ramen, I was poured on my head by one of the seniors in my school back then.

She said I was too ugly to be in the cafeteria with her so she pour her cup of ramen on me.

Ever since that ugly incident, I stayed away from ramens.

I picked up the ramen cup and drank the remaining soup inside then drop it back on the table.

"Oh my f**king stomach, I'm full." I  said and stood up from the couch.

"What the hell is going on here!" A voice thundered. I look around and quickly moved backwards.

"Dad I….."

"Did you just eat my ramen? Who permit you to touch my food with your ugly hands." He shouted.

He said it as though I'm done dirty pig or something.

He rushed towards me and snatched my hand.

"What is this?" He asked pointing atbthe expensive ring on my finger.

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