All Chapters of RICH GIRL IN RAGS; His Biggest Mistake: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Meanwhile, Dennis sat in the cold cell, his face full of anger. He groaned and stamped his feet so violently, the guards kept peeking into his cell every other minute. He was waiting for Andrea, who he had sent a call to, and to Dennis she was taking eternity to arrive. Every passing second he spent in the cell stabbed his ego and it made him want to rip the earth off the universe if he could.“Babe,” A soft voice called out to him from outside the cell—it was Andrea Greyson. Dennis turned to the sound of her voice, beholding her captivating beauty. Her cherry lips were painted red, relaxed on her little heart face covered with silky blonde hair. She kept on a short strap gown that revealed her petite laps and round shoulders. Dennis didn't hesitate for a second, he ran to her for a kiss, but the cell gates won't let him have his way.“Dang! I need to get out of here baby, what is my lawyer saying?” Dennis asked, his face squeezed in frustration.“I know sweetie, but you have to ca

Dennis was sitting still in his cell, feeling jittery. He had developed a plan that'll make Mr. Greyson succumb to their whims, but Andrea was yet to arrive. “Why are they taking so long?” He hissed, his impatience getting the best of him.His thoughts were interrupted by a rapturous reception coming from outside—It seemed a public figure had stepped into the station. ‘Who could it be?’ Dennis thought, ‘Has a cabinet member been detained? What could have been his crime? Did he embezzle the government money? Confiscated property?...’ “Anyway, why would it matter to me? I have my own problems. But the crowd is quite noisy! My ear drums!” Dennis yawned. “Hey you!” An officer called out to Dennis, interjecting him. “Put your acts together. Someone opulent is here to see you.” The scornful look on the officer's face said it all to Dennis. Dennis has never felt so humiliated in his life, he was not just Dennis Blake, he was a reputable billionaire who held a face amongst people, one who

Cardi sat in her dressing room, her reflection staring back at her from the mirror as her maids worked on installing her sleek black royal wig. A knock at the door interrupted the scene; one of the maids got up to answer it. Seconds later, Cardi's mother stepped in. With a gentle nod, Cardi dismissed the maids, instructing them to wait outside so she could speak with her mother privately.“Are you heading out, Cardi?” Mrs. Dillard asked as she took a seat next to Cardi.“Yes mum. I'm going over to the stadium. I intend to help Trevor pick a replacement for Andrea, the concert is in two days time.” Cardi said as she struggled to put her golden chain on.Standing up to assist her, Mrs. Dillard's voice was sober as she started a conversation with her daughter, “Cardi, I don't want you to allow your mistakes to get the best of you, okay? There's a lot of responsibilities you have at hand.” Her face showed determination as she made the later statement.Cardi's gaze drifted to her mother's

Silas drove Dennis and Andrea to his house, so Dennis could rest his head and recover a bit. But how would he rest his head when his brains were about to burst from overthinking Mr. Dillard's words?“Andrea, Silas, are you sure Mr. Dillard bailed me out?” Dennis sounded confused as he could not fathom the puzzle before him.“Of course, Dennis. How else? We couldn't come up with 2.5million dollars on our own.”“I get it, but why would Mr. Dillard bail me out? After what he said to me! Mtch I don't get it!” Dennis shaked his head waving his hand as he took a seat in Silas's apartment. “Mr. Dillard spoke with you? What did he say?” Andrea's voice tingled with curiosity.“He was so interested in my Divorce and my ex-wife, Cardi.” Dennis' eyes wavered as he explained, “I told him I have no regrets divorcing her. And he said; he'll make me find regrets soon.” Dennis hissed and got up again feeling uneasy. “He sounded like he wanted me to rot in jail. How come he bailed me? And why was he d

It was the day of the concert—Andrea’s day. She had waited 22 years of her life for this moment—a time when her talents would be appreciated and her name would be written in the hearts of men all over the world. It wasn’t just about music tonight—it was about visibility. It was about owning the crowd before the Belmonts did.She stood still in her room staring at the mirror, as she worked the finishing touches of her makeup into perfection.She was done. Looking as hot as ever in her purple tube ball gown. Her hair coiffured in a sleek bun, revealing the perfect lines of her face. She strode out of her room prancing herself downstairs as she headed for her car, but her father blocked her half way down the stairs.“You look beautiful, Andrea.” He said his voice was calm and welcoming.“Thanks” Andrea said dismissively as she brushed past him to leave, but his words put a halt to her haste.“For how long would you be mad at your father?” His voice was apologetic.“Until he understands