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Paid to love you

Paid to love you

Oreoluwa

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I swore to myself to never love or let anyone into my life ever again. I built a wall so high that no one will ever be able to break down ever since the incident happened. I'm Sarah Hardin, I'm the idiot who places people's feelings above hers, only to get betrayed by my so-called family and friends. They were all there watching me with disdain when all I needed them to do was support me or maybe, fight for me. They stood there and did nothing. They watched as I struggle with every bit in me and what did they do? They left and ignore me like I never existed in their lives. I felt tormented in my own home. The pain was unbearable and I can feel my anger slowly turning into hatred. So I had to leave for my mental sanity. Find out what happens when Nick Gaddafi ( Sarah best friend/boss) heard her story and decided to pay a friend to shower her love who eventually fall in love with her.

Chapter 1 Beginning

I wake up to the chirping of birds outside my window. I won't be needing an alarm with this new wake-up call. I stand and cross my room to shoo the birds away when the view catches my eye. The city shimmers in the early morning light and my breath catches in my throat. I was mesmerized by its beauty.

I looked into my closet, in search of what I'll be wearing to work. In the process, I end up scattering clothes everywhere.

After settling for a decent dress, I begin to arrange my disorganised room.

I noticed a stain of dried paint on the floor, it must have been from the Wall I repainted a few days ago.

Originally, my room was painted pink like every other girl I suppose but as time goes on, I began to find it childish so I changed it to purple and white.

I changed my bedsheet to purple, while I use a white bedspread to complement its beauty.

Weird isn't it?

Well somehow, it reminds me of home.

I placed an artwork beside my bookshelf which is mostly filled with Maya Angelou's books, Richard Wright, T.s Eliot and a few of Shakespeare's works.

What can I say, I used to be a book freak. I still am but I hardly have time for those things these days.

My bed is decorated with my fluffy Teddy Bear and there goes my laptop sitting on the nightstand beside my bed.

I never knew a day would come when I'll have to arrange my room all by myself, it has always been the house help back home.

Looking back, I never thought I would make it this far, at least not without my parents' help but look at me doing just fine without them.

I truly am grateful for my life, my achievements, and my job. Like most jobs, it isn't easy, but the one thing it doesn't lack is excitement.

Working as a PR officer for famous U.S. bachelor, Nick Gaddafi hasn't been easy at all. I'm constantly running from one meeting to another. The fact that my boss is fond of me isn't helpful either. I just have to be there for him and it's exhausting.

I'm not trying to complain though, why would I? The job has given me connections I could only dream of having, and it pays well. Working at Star Light has come in handy in more ways than expected. Everyone wants to be my friend, whether it's to get close to my boss or to secure a partnership with the company. I'm constantly in the spotlight, but I suppose it makes things easier for me.

I owe all my success to my best friend, Natalie. She was there for me in the midst of family struggles and she never ceased to support me. When I moved to California I didn't know anyone and she let me move in with her.

I started working different part-time jobs to make a little money. Things were so hard but Natalie was there for me.

She helped me secure a job at starlight which I initially thought was impossible. Maybe I was too quick at judging myself.

I still remember when I told her I would swallow my pride and move back home, she said and I quote

"If you knew you'd go running back when things got hard why would you come here in the first place?" She'd asked me. "You know it'll only make you feel like an idiot and they'll lose whatever respect they have left for you. See darling, I know it's been hard on you, trust me, but don't let all of this be in vain. You need to let them see that what they did was wrong. Don't give up, let your success be your revenge."

That word is what keeps me going.

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