"I clothe you, I feed you. So I have every right over you!" These were Cindy's words to her 27-year-old handsome boyfriend, Peter Richards. Cindy was from a prestigious billionaire family. Being the only daughter of her billionaire parents, she was ruthless, authoritative, and most men ran away from her, having heard about her character from rumors. Peter was from a poor family home, and luckily a day came when he met Cindy at a shopping mall. He offered to help Cindy carry her bags. Without any accommodation of his own, as he squatted with some wanderers under a bridge where he slept every night, Cindy decided to help him. Cindy bought a house for Peter, but she was brutal with her choice of words to him and she disrespected his family. Peter was a graduate, as his poor family managed to sponsor him through university, but he didn't have any job. Not wanting to return back home to his parents in the village empty-handed, Peter squatted with friends who later threw him out when he refused to join their fraudulent business. Cindy frustrated Peter's life, even giving him her underwear to wash, until one day, Cindy's best friend saw Peter and she fell in love with him too. Lora Adams offered Peter a mouthwatering job, and also showed him care, despite knowing that Peter was still in love with Cindy and not minding Cindy's ruthlessness towards him. One day, Cindy came back home, and she caught Lora pants down with Peter, leaving her heartbroken. Cindy broke up with Peter, and she sent him away. But what will she do when she finds out that she's pregnant with his child? Will they meet again? Read to find out what happens next .
Chapter 1 Shopping Spree
A red car pulled to a stop in front of the shopping mall, and a 24-year-old young lady named Cindy Williams stepped down from the car as she shut the car door, before she walked up to the shopping boutique in front of her.
Cindy clicked her red high-heeled shoes as she walked on the cemented ground, faster and towards the female shopping boutique, to purchase the clothes she would need to attend her best friend's birthday party.
With the sun burning brightly on her beautiful, tanned skin, Cindy frowned as she had forgotten her umbrella in her car, and she couldn't walk back to her car to get it.
Cindy sighed as she finally entered the shopping mall and exhaled, "Phew!"
She took out her handkerchief from her red purse and wiped the sweat from her forehead, before returning the handkerchief to her purse and looking around the shopping boutique she had entered.
Cindy was wearing a long white gown that hugged tightly to her body, accentuating her simple feminine shape. She attracted a lot of people's attention, as she was a pure epitome of beauty.
Zipping her red purse closed, Cindy looked around the shop. A saleswoman finally walked up to meet her.
"Welcome, ma'am. What do you want to buy today?" the saleswoman asked Cindy.
"Let me see the types of dresses you have for a birthday party," Cindy requested.
"Okay, madam. This way, please," the saleswoman ushered Cindy to look at the collection of feminine wear they sold.
Cindy followed the saleswoman slowly, only staring at the samples of clothes and the other female customers shopping in the boutique. She didn't touch any of the gowns she saw, walking past them with an expressionless face.
The saleswoman showed Cindy the collection of gowns they sold and asked, "Which length of gown do you want, madam, long or short?"
Cindy looked around again and replied, "I don't know. What do you think will fit me, as I mostly love to wear white?"
The saleswoman smiled and replied, "I don't know, madam, but the white gown you're wearing looks pretty on you. Would you prefer another cute white gown, probably longer or shorter?"
Cindy exhaled, "Hmm. White is my favorite color, but I'm thinking of something different, like blue, yellow, or green gowns. What do you think?"
The saleswoman replied, "Let me check."
Cindy stood aside as she watched the saleswoman pull out different types of gowns - yellow, blue, red, and green. But none of the gowns seemed to interest Cindy.
Cindy frowned, as she did not like any of the gowns the saleswoman was showing her. Not wanting to walk out of the shopping boutique rudely, Cindy realized she had wasted the saleswoman's time. She finally asked, "Do you have any white suits? As I love white suits too, let me see the white suits you have. Probably I can choose one, as the party is tomorrow and I need to look new."
"Okay," the saleswoman replied, as one thing her manager had trained her was to satisfy their customers first, with whatever the customer requested to see, no matter how their customers might reject most of the clothes they had.
"Can you wait here for me, madam, or would you like to follow me to see the white suits?" the saleswoman asked Cindy.
"Okay, let me follow you to go and see them," Cindy replied, and she followed the saleswoman.
They walked to another collection of clothes, and Cindy's eyes fell on a beautiful white suit on a mannequin.
Cindy loved the golden collar design of the white suit coat, which had only two front buttons, and the white trousers beneath in a pencil shape.
"Wow!" gasped another lady who was standing beside the white suit and also admiring it, as she negotiated the price with another saleswoman who was attending to her.
Cindy loved the white suit immediately and wasted no time, pointing to it and telling the saleswoman attending to her, "I want that suit. Package it for me, let me have it, and I'll leave."
The lady who had initially wanted to buy the suit and was still negotiating the price stared at Cindy irritably, as she also wanted to purchase the suit. But the suit price was overly expensive, at $10,000.
Yet Cindy had come out of nowhere and wanted to purchase the suit. The lady could see how arrogant and nonchalant Cindy looked, and she grimaced as she looked away from Cindy and to the saleswoman attending to her.
The lady asked the saleswoman, "Do you people still have another white suit, as I want to buy this particular one, and it's just the price?"
"No, madam, we don't have another suit. This is the last piece left. Are you purchasing it now, or not, as we have another customer who wants to buy it?" the saleswoman kindly asked, but that didn't go down well with the lady.
The lady's eyes first narrowed at Cindy in anger. She opened her purse and calculated all the money she had available, both in cash and on her debit card, but it wasn't enough to purchase the beautiful white suit.
Cindy stared at the saleswoman attending to her and asked, "What's going on here? What's taking you so long to package this white suit for me? Let me leave. Or don't you want to sell it to me again? Do you want me to leave it and go?"
"No, madam, please wait. This lady here actually wanted to buy this suit first, before you requested it," the second saleswoman explained to Cindy.
Cindy's eyes finally met the young lady's gaze, but Cindy looked away and said, "Then I'm out of here, as I cannot keep standing and waiting for you to round up with all of this. Do you know who I am?"
The lady who couldn't purchase the suit due to her insufficient balance looked at Cindy with a look of disdain, as she didn't like how Cindy was behaving arrogantly.
The lady immediately snapped at Cindy, "Who are you, anyway? Just because you're rich, you think you can oppress others. Do you also know who I am?"
Cindy's jaw dropped as she looked at the lady, but she didn't respond. She saw that the lady seemed a bit older than her.
Cindy shifted her gaze back to the saleswoman who had attended to her earlier and said, "Because I've wasted so much of your time here today, I will give you only ten seconds to arrange this white suit for me, or else I will leave it and go elsewhere to purchase it. But before that, let me see the jewelry you have."
The lady hissed loudly as Cindy ignored her. She knew her money wasn't enough to purchase the expensive white suit.
The lady stared pleadingly at the second saleswoman and asked, "Can I deposit this money for this white suit? Later, I will return to pick it up and complete the payment."
"I'm sorry, madam, but we don't allow credit or advance payments," replied the saleswoman.
"Why? I hope it's not because of that lady that you don't want to sell this beautiful white suit to me," the lady customer inquired.
"No, madam. Why wouldn't I sell it to you if my manager accepted credit or advance payment? You can check outside at our banner at the top. You'll see it written there, 'No credits allowed,'" the saleswoman kindly explained.
"Hmm, I see. Then it means I'll come back some other time to purchase it. Or you can still help me talk to your manager about it, and buy another similar suit with the same design and size. I'll be back," the lady said.
"Okay, madam. I'll inform my manager about it," the second saleswoman spoke, while Cindy returned and asked, "Is my suit ready or not?"
The lady customer hissed and walked away angrily, subtly pushing Cindy aside as she exited the shopping boutique.
Cindy got startled, but she sighed and finally looked back at the two saleswomen, asking, "How much are all the items I've bought here? The shoes, necklace, diamond earrings, bangles, and also this suit?"
The initial saleswoman attending to Cindy earlier punched her calculator, calculated all the items Cindy had bought from their store, and replied, "50,000 dollars."
"Hmm, no discount?" Cindy asked as she used her debit card to pay for the items.
"No, madam. That's the fixed price," the saleswoman replied, smiling.
"Okay, package all of it, let me leave," Cindy said, and the saleslady immediately packaged everything in a white polythene bag and handed it over to Cindy.
Cindy finally collected the bag and walked out of the shopping boutique, heading to her car.
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