Vida was loved and admired by everyone, her story started the moment her mother died. She saw the cruel part of life, she slept in the bushes and shops just to survive. She was depressed the moment she found out that she was pregnant with the child of the masked man, and she cried several times. No one was around her and life made her settle for less, but Vida was determined to do more, she didn't want to live that type of life neither did she want her children to experience the cruel side of life. She got a job with the help of Bella in Vecrum company, Quinn is a ruthless CEO, and he was determined to achieve everything regardless of what it cost, he was undeniably handsome and his rare beauty, hypnotizes girls, women, and even men. He cares for only himself, although he has an ugly past that makes him behave so cruelly. Vida was earning good cash in the company until the day fate decided to reveal to her the father of her kids. Will Quinn be able to prove his reason by being ruthless? What's the believable truth behind her pregnancy for the CEO? Read The Billionaire's Damsel (Mafia's Bride) to find out.
Chapter 1 The masked man
VIDA POV
My mother's departure has deprived me of a lot of things I ought to be enjoying now. My dad acquired all the property my mum left behind most times it makes me wonder if he ever genuinely loved her or if he just married her because of her wealth.
Not too long after my mother died he took in a wife who already has a daughter from God knows where. My mother made a lot of mistakes by signing all her documents in the name of my dad. They have all turned me into a slave in the house.
Right now am looking up at the stars in our small garden the one my mum cherished the place she spent most of her time in, I just wish that I could see her smiling at me and wishing me a happy eighteenth birthday. I know my dad doesn't remember, last month he was all over Abigail my step sister with gifts wishing her the happy seventeenth birthday. Although I feel neglected my mother thought me to always be satisfied with what I have and make do with it. Even when I have nothing my step-sister always taunts me I have completely lost my peace joy my happiness but they cannot take my dignity I still remember who I am I still know that I am Helen's daughter.
I just passed the night in my mum's favorite place which has also become my favorite place. I have to get everything prepared the day was stressful as usual it did not make any difference that I just completed eighteen. After finishing my morning chores I heard Abigail shout my name from her room.
"Vida!"
It's always Vida, she calls my name every single time. I rushed out of the house to go to the market and pretended as if I did not hear her because I don't want any of her troubles today.
I walked down the muddy path, my sandals turned filthy some miles back. The worn-out soles were giving up but I knew I wasn't getting a new one.
Suddenly, a car came out of nowhere and knocked down a boy. I couldn't see his face, just a mop of blonde hair laid down on the floor. The driver of the Benz zoomed off quickly, not caring about the injured kid. A crowd formed in no time so I decided to take a different route. Although I knew it was not completely safe I wanted peace just some time to think straight without noise with no one shouting Vida this Vida that.
I got to the market and bought a few things, it reminded me of when my grandmother would lecture me about marriage that was when I started seeing my monthly flow she would always say 'Vida my dear more value is added to a lady who her husband meet as a virgin' I would be so ashamed having such a discussion with my grandma. After buying everything I needed to buy I turned around to go home when I saw some fortune tellers who were surrounded by people, I did not bother to walk toward them because they were surrounded by people who wanted to hear their fortune. My eyes caught a little girl, fears filled her eyes so she hid behind her mother because she was being bullied, the sight of her made me remember my mother.
On my way home I followed that same route it was quiet and peaceful most people don't follow it because they believe they are cultist who always stay in that route, so far I have only heard of it, I have not seen it happen to anyone that I know and I should follow here than I follow the main road where most people would glue their eyes on me and start molesting me with their words. Since my stepmother came she destroyed my reputation in the environment most times I would just wish that the earth should open and swallow me up but if I follow this route it will lead to our back door. It would be more better and peaceful. I am now the victim in their game every day that comes to my father's distaste to see my face he said that I'll bring bad luck to him. I overheard her having a chit-chat with her mum about who is prettier between me and her. I knew I was pretty my mum always told me that I was as bright as the sun and I was an angel brought down from God to her I was a blessing. I found solace in her garden.
On my way home through that route, it was so sloppy but I didn't care, with out warning I was blocked by two guys and fear gripped me, they were masked I started thinking of different escape plans but I could not come up with one. I did not know what to do, I noticed that the guy with a shubby body walked away to the extent that I could not see him, so I was I was left with just one of them so I started praying to the almighty God, I prayed for guidance. When he pushed me down I was so scared and in tears, I used all the power I muster and tried to push him away but to no avail,l I pleaded but it was all in vain. I noticed he was under the influence of drugs I tried everything I knew of but it wasn't working. He had a beautiful tattoo engrafted on his wrist. Then I dragged the masked from his face but before I could take a look at him. My head hit the ground and I fell unconscious.
I woke up alone in the lonely part it was already getting dark I tried to stand up immediately but I felt a lot of pain all my body was sore I successfully got on my foot then I noticed a blood stain on my dress I tried to understand what was wrong, first I saw my self on the ground then I was sore, now blood!. Then I remembered what happened before I feel unconscious Oh my good lord, I was raped, I turned around hoping I was in a Dreamland when something caught my attention. "Huge dollar note"
"My gosh"
I was so stunned and irritated with the way he thought, no doubt the masked guy dropped this money here, so I picked it up and kept it inside my purse
I got home with much difficulty, my heart ached with the thought of what awaited me inside, I could already feel the heat coming from the house, what would be my excuse? I have no idea, nothing is falling into place, I got inside with my father waiting for me in the parlor. When he sighted me he looked at me with so much distaste, my presence irritated him to the core, it was all written all over his face. He stood up, he took mild steps across the parlor with a straight face, his attitude amazed me, he has never been calm before, he got closer to me and gave me a slap on my face that got me so confused.