Chapter 1 SHAMELESS SOUL

AMELIA'S POV

" Laid to rest,"

" This will be your stepmother,"

" You have to respect her the exact way you would respect your mom,"

" Don't you dare raise your hands at her,"

" Your mother is dead. I'm the one here now,"

" Amelia!"A voice woke me up from my dream

It was a dream that I kept having for the past four years,when my mother died. I may not call it a dream,but the collection of my past , itself to me again and again.

My name is Amelia Jones, the daughter of Mr and Mrs Jones,in which the latter died four years ago and Mr. Jones got remarried to a woman. So, automatically, I have a stepmother

" Amelia!!"The voice that woke me up initially said again, and just then, I'm getting irritated

I stood up and put on a pair of pants and bralet, since i liked sleeping naked, that is the only thing that could keep me sleeping despite the dreams. The recollection of the same event repeating itself is not so strange to me again.

I ventured towards the door and opened it, and went downstairs, tracing where the voice came from

" Ame...."

" Call my name once again, and I swear to you if I won't break two of your front teeth this morning," I said, shutting Mrs. Caroline Jones up,before she calls my name again

I know you all are wondering why I don't warn her from my room. The answer is that I don't like shouting. I prefer going through the stress of going downstairs to warn her than to shout like an irrational being

I went back upstairs and slammed my door hard enough for every fuvking body in the house to hear.

I checked the time, and i saw that it was past six in the morning, and i need to get to work by forty-five minutes past 7. I must not exceed the time,i must be there on the clock and in time. I started doing my morning business as fast as I could

So, back to my introduction, I'm called Amelia, and my father is the CEO of one of the most successful businesses in the town,which i noticed it is beginning to fall. So,you can say I'm a wealthy girl but definitely not a heiress

No one will want to be a heiress for a collapsing business.

Despite my family money, I work at the biggest company in town and city, The Ace Company Limited and true to their name, they are indeed acing in the career

I work for my boss who is in the financial department. I work for my boss in the sense that none of us have ever seen the real owner of The Ace Company Limited.

So all the work have been doing is accounted to her by the end of the month in which she will account it for the CEO in a Zoom call,they have every month. Despite the boss physical absence, the company never lacks or becomes a mere company. It is still at its peak.

I do hear rumors that my boss is actually the secretary of the CEO, some even said she is the personal assistant of the boss, but I doubt that because she never shows it or acts high and mighty.

I guess I've told you what you need to know about my work. Now,I have two step siblings, a boy and a girl. The girl is around the age of seventeen, I don't know how she can attain that age and who her biological father is. That doesn't concern me. The boy is around the age of four as she was carrying his pregnancy when she walked down the aisle

You, for sure, what to know about me, deeper than this. But I do define myself in two words, ruthless or wicked,suite yourself in the English word and nice. I'm ruthless and nice.

I wore a red slik shirt with a pair of black trousers and a 2cm high heels. I carried my bag along with me downstairs, and when I got there, the food had been served already. I checked the time, and it was ten minutes past seven.

I can use ten minutes to eat and fifteen minutes to drive and the extra ten minutes to get my daily coffee. So, I sat down at the table to eat

" You are not even shameless. You can still eat her food, and she called you downstairs, but you just choose to shut her up," my father said, and I dropped the spoon I was holding earlier

" You are such a wicked soul. I shouldn't eat with a devil. You killed your mother, you know that,we all know that, and yet you have the gut and stomach to eat. So shameless," my father ranted again

" You just can't be leeching off my money like this. You bought that car with my money,give me the keys," he said, but I did not respond to him as I continued looking at him like the idiot he is

" Honey,calm down," his wife said

"No, she is using my money for unnecessary things while she keeps yours. Tell me,why are you working when you are still feeding on my money," he said again, and that was when Agnes, his second child, came in

" Good morning, dad," she said and sat down at the table

" Morning, my sweetheart. Your night?" he asked her like a little kid, she is, though.

" Great," she replied to him as she served herself, and then my father looked at me with a disgusting face

I checked my wristwatch for time, and I saw that time had gone already. I have exceeded the number of minutes I want to use at the dining room within five minutes. And I did not even touch the food, as my father was ranting, I was looking at him eyeball to eyeball and he seemed to flinch when he was talking because of the eyes contact

I stood up without saying a word to all what he had been saying, and I could feel his eyes tracing my movement.

" I'm done here," I said and left without any more words or sentences

" Have it at the back of your mind that I will collect that car key from you. You used my money to buy, so I have the right to collect it," he shouted as I was leaving the house

This is an example of what I'm dealing with every day. Tomorrow ranting may be about another thing, which is not the car. But anyways, I've been dealing with it for the past four years, and I'm still dealing with it up to this moment

Anytime my father starts his tantrum, I don't reply most of the time because my eyes can do a lot of things for me.