Sold To The Gangstar Billionaire

“The foreigners will be arriving soon, Ms Yolanda”

“I got the call. There are about 30 new ladies here, and we will be getting another more tomorrow. We have to make sure we impress those buyers, we really need to clear the room” Ms Yolanda said.

“Sure Ms Yolanda” Her manager bowed and walked out of her office.

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LUNA'S POV

I walked out of the kitchen feeling very dizzy, I've been in the kitchen since morning fixing one thing or the other and all my stepmom does is just to sit and complain.

I feel so weak and stressed out,, but I dare not speak out, else I'd get grounded with another round of work.

“Luna!!” I heard my stepmom's voice from the sitting room and I quickly rush to attend to her.

“Yes ma'am” I said.

“What's this?” She asked, showing me the plate containing the fifth pancake I've just prepared.

Here we go again!

“Your pancake” I replied, and she scoffed.

“My pancake? Seriously! Did you make this charcoal and called it my pancake? Do you hate me this much, Luna?” Cora, my stepmom, yelled.

“I don't hate you mom, This is like the fifth pancake I've prepared and yet….” I immediately kept quiet.

“Oh, really? So, what are you insinuating? That I suck at teast?" Cora asked.

“That's not what I mean” I said slowly.

“You're so ungrateful, You should be happy and always bow at my feet that I accepted to marry your wrecked father and replace your miserable mother” Cora said.

“My dad is not wrecked. And my mom is not miserable!” I said, trying not to yell.

“Oh! Sorry… What do you know? Take this rubbish out of my face and get your ass to your room!” Cora hissed.

“I'm sorry, Mom” I said and carried the pancake then emptied it at the trash can.

I walked into my room and fall on the bed, Geez! My back hurts so much. I can't believe I've been preparing different foods for this woman, and she's still so ungrateful to me.

I pulled out my drawer and took my mother's picture, then kissed it.

“I know you're not a miserable mother, Cora is saying that because she's so jealous of you. I wish you hadn't died, or maybe I've died with you. We could've been happy together” I said to her and slowly hug her picture very close to my chest in tears.

It's been two years since the death of my mother and I think, perhaps my dad had been cheating on her all this while.

He brought in his mistress, whose now his wife, inside our home Three months after my mother's death.

Cora had made my life unbearable over this past two years, My father wasn't helping the matter either. He either came home drunk or come back leaking of cigarettes.

I'm still the one who's going to take care of him, Cora won't even touch him and believe she's too beautiful to be taking care of an old man.

“Luna! Luna!!!” I heard Cora's voice at my door.

Argh! Can't this woman allow me to rest? I scoff tiredly and stood up to open the door.

“Yes, Mom” I said.

“Are you deaf? I've been knocking on your door for the past minutes! Did you ignore me deliberately?”

“No, I'm sorry about that”. I said and she rolled her eyes.

“Of course you should be. Get your stuff ready in one bag, I want you to meet a friend of mine” Cora said and made to walk out.

“Sorry ma'am, I don't understand” I said plainly.

“What don't you understand! I just asked you to pack your stuff and not question me” Cora roared.

“You said I'm meeting your friend, Why do I have to pack my bags?" I still asked.

“Luna, do not question me, I say!”

“I'm sorry ma'am”

“Make sure you make your stuff and get up before 6, tomorrow” Cora said and barged out.

I walked back inside my room and shut the door behind.

What does she mean?

Why do I sense that she's up to something?

I signed, not like I can say no to her. But it's very creepy. How can I pack my stuff just so I could meet her friend? Who does that?

I walked to my bed and pulled out my bag, then begin packing my stuff.

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Ms. Yolanda's POV.

“What do you say about them, Mr. White?”

“They are all beautiful, much better than the last ones. You sure do have eyes for good things” Mr. White said, and I smile.

“So, which ones should we arrange for you?” I ask him.

“I need only 15 of them. I'll buy more later, and I'll try recommending your company to my friends”

“Thank you, Mr. White”.

“Should I pick for you,, or you'll do that yourself? I asked and he noticed negatively.

“Help me do that. I'll be downstairs” He said and walked out.

I turned to the shivering remaining 20 girls in front of me.

“Okay girls, It's your turn to move out. You all don't have to be scared. None of your family wants you, and not like you've anywhere else to be? I can't let you stay here for long whiles I require money. You should be grateful someone like Mr. White find you attractive” I smiled.

“Mia, pick out 15 of them and arrange them for Mr. White, I'll go talk about the price with him” I told my secretary.

“Ok, ma'am”.

I walked out of the room and climbed downstairs. Mr. White sat there with his guards smoking.

“Hey, Mr. White” I went to sit opposite them.

“Yola. Are they ready? I've got an important meeting to attend” He said.