Billionaire Sons In Love

Kyle

Should I go and help her with a lift or not?

I thought about it for a moment but why should I care for a maid.

Secondly, I don’t even know her that well, she crossed the line and I should have yelled at her but instead, I was just too calm.

This is so not me right, let me just forget the first sight stuff and sleep.

I entered the bed and covered but was restless because I was more concerned about her whereabouts and if she is safe now on that lonely lane.

Is she that selfish not to take a taxi and using her foot to trek home when she knows it’s late and not proper for a reasonable lady to walk home lonely at this hour.

I couldn’t bear it anymore that I had to change to a smart outfit and entered my baby I love so much, my black Ferrari and I also hug my Lamborghini and thinking which I used to use then I settled to use the Benz and the security opened the gate.

I drove off and was scanning the lane if I can get sight of her around.

Then I finally did at a distance when I notice the gathering of some irresponsible boys molesting her.

I drove there and they all tried avoiding the lights from my car and I step out in a grand style holding a stick because I knew it will be needed for some stubborn people.

“Touch her again and face my wrath.” I said.

They seriously think I am joking when one of the fools hit her on the face and I knew my eyes were red alread. Whenever I get really angry it always happens for my eyes to be reddish.

I broke the stick with my leg to be two then I walked to them, “You little pigs, I warned you, didn’t I?”

I hit one of them with the stick as others tried to get me but I dodge as well, don’t be shocked at my skills, Theo and I learned self-defense as well.

I kept on using the stick on them as if they were kids, I made sure I beat the hell out of them for thinking of having a lady with force, I hate that so well.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

They all ran when they noticed I wasn’t their mate, then I dropped my stick on the ground and took my handkerchief from my pocket.

“Gosh, they just ruined my expensive Gucci outfit that’s worth a thousand dollars.” I said dusting the stain off my wears.

Then I looked at her covering her body for me not to see her exposed body, “You owe me so much now.” I said to her as she thanked me.

I went into my car and brought out my expensive jacket worth millions and gave her to put on and cover herself.

She rejected at first that I had to force myself into wearing it for her.

“You might not be lucky next time, get into my car let me take you home.” I said.

“Thanks so much for the good today sir and for the help you rendered but I can walk home.” She said.

“You wish to prove stubborn right, I don’t have time for this long talk, I am supposed to be in bed right now after a long trip and you just ruined it and you telling me no.” I yelled at her dragging her hand, walking to my car and opened it asking her sit.

She was just looking at me in awe.

I entered the driver’s seat and asked where our route is and drove there to her gate which she came down and thanked me.

But I threatened her she will face serious punishment for everything tomorrow before driving off.

Bella

I can’t believe trash like me entered an expensive car like that.

Since I was born, have only entered the school bus and taxi.

I heard her voice from the gate, “You spoilt brat, so you went out with your boyfriend after work and you are just coming now, we have not eaten because you didn’t prepare our meal, you are so getting it from our parents.” Joanna said.

Fear held me, why is my life like this, I was thinking of entering the house silently.

I started begging her not to but she ignored me.

Immediately she entered our parent’s room, I quickly entered my storage room to take off the jacket to avoid any interview from them tonight.

Hearing my name, I started shaking and my parents looked at me with anger.

“You useless girl, so this is how you wish to pay us by flirting with boys and you have the guts to let your boyfriend drop you with his car here, huh.” Father said angrily.

I went on my knees and started crying trying to explain nothing like that that I slept off at work and got almost raped when trekking home but they didn’t even believe me, their daughter.

Dad brought out a wire and tied me to a chair and I started shouting for help, I started begging.

“Father please don’t this, please I’m still your daughter.” But they ignored me.

My dad whipped me the first stroke and I screamed out my life, “Ahh, dad it hurt please oh, mom beg dad for me please, it’s hurting please.”

Dad whipped me continuously as all my body became red and I begged my sister, “Joanna please beg dad to stop, please he will listen to you, please, I was screaming in pains on top of my voice.”

Dad continued flogging me and I started bleeding in some part of my body.

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I entered my room crying out my life, “What did I ever do to my parents that made them hate me this much? Even a slave master won’t do this to his slave. What is Joanna’s gain for all this and my mom just stood and watch?”

When I tried taking my bath but as the water flow, I felt serious pains all over my body that I screamed, I can’t even sponge my skin because of the same pains.

I checked my body in the mirror, my skin was so red and swollen and still bleeding.

I regret the day I was born into this family.

I couldn’t even sleep at all, I cried my eyes till it was already dawn.

I got a cold and I managed to do each of my various work that morning and I wasn’t given food.

I went to Lisa’s place since I still had time and I know she can help me with money to take a taxi. But I went there mainly because I was hungry and needed food for me to be able to face my second punishment with the boss’s son too.

“Holy Christ! You mean your father did this to you? This is devilish of them.” She exclaimed as I became emotional again remembering everything and cried uncontrollably.

To be continued.

What kind of father is this man self? Using wire to beat the small girl and Joanna let’s gather and go and beat her at school