MR BILLIONAIRE SECRET BABY GIRL

Jessica Summers

Work wasn't tiring today like every other day. I have been working in this cafe almost for a month as a waitress now. Before, I used to work from morning till evening, but not from today. Mrs. Goldman; the owner of the cafe, found another waitress. She will be working the morning shift, while I'll be working the afternoon shift.

I really liked this job though I knew I was capable of something more.

As I came out of the cafe, the cool breeze which was replaced by the heat of the day hit my face, a small smile spread across my lips. I saw the sun sink lower in the sky, draining the light of the day as I walked the way back to home. It was a beautiful evening.

My parents' unexpected death put me into a difficult phase which affected me a whole lot and also my studies in college.

After I got my diploma and graduated, aunt Lisa; my Dad's sister, offered me to stay with her until I found a job and a small house. I agreed to it. Not that I wanted to but since I didn't have much money to rent a house and nor a job, I had no choice left.

I never liked being dependent on anybody. My parents always let me be myself and enjoy my freedom.

I missed them.

Coming back to the present, my aunt was nice. I was not too close to her as I never met her after her husband and son's death which was ten years ago. She never came to meet us. Living with her now had not got me any closer to her but she was pretty good with me.

By the time I reached home it was almost dark. Opening the door, I heard my aunt speaking to someone, I guess her friend.

These days she was very busy with her friends. Either they were here at her house or aunt Lisa was at theirs. I met some of them when they were here, they were not bad. They all loved to get together and party.

As I made my way to the living room I was surprised to see a guy sitting on the couch.

“Oh! Jessica is here. Jessica, come meet Mark, one of my friends and Mark this is Jessica, my niece.” my Aunt introduced.

Friend? The guy looked around twenty five and my Aunt was in her mid forties. He looked more like a son than a friend.

Mark stood up and held his hand out at me while his eyes checked me out from top to bottom. I immediately disliked him. Such a pervert.

“Hi, nice to meet you. Your Aunt speaks a lot about you.” his tone immediately brought an unwell feeling inside me. He was not a good person.

I faked a smile at him, shaking his hand with mine before instantly pulling back my hand from his firm grip.

What was this type of guy doing here?

“Hi, Aunt Lisa never really told me about her male friends. It's nice to meet you too. Excuse me I have to go and freshen up, enjoy your time.” with that said I came to my room.

From when did Aunt Lisa make such friends? I had never seen him before. May be he was one of her friend's son. Looking at him, something didn't seem right. What could it be?

Or may be my brain was over thinking.

Clearing my mind, I took a towel with my undergarments and went to the attached bathroom.

After a warm, not too long shower I wore my undergarments and wrapped the towel around me and walked out of the bathroom and to the small cupboard, to take my clothes.

“Hello, beautiful.” I jumped when I heard a voice behind me. I whirled around on my heels and saw Mark lying on my bed, his head resting on the wall with his hands supporting his head.

“Mark, what are you doing here?” I asked trying not to show the fear that was building up inside me. I clutched the towel tightly around my body when he got up from the bed. What was he doing here in my bedroom?

Laughing loudly he came closer to me and put his hands on my shoulder. I tried to shake his hands away but his hold on my shoulder grew tight.

“Why are you so afraid? I'm here to spend this night with you babe.” he smirked evilly.

What did he mean by that? Spend this night with me? Why?

Oh my God! He was going to rape me! My eyes grew big and my jaw dropped open at the realization. I gasped lowly.

“I've paid your aunt money to spend this night with you, beautiful.” he said and put his index finger under my chin to close my mouth.

“No, you asshole, you're lying!” I pushed him away. He paid my Aunt to rape me? No, he was lying. She wouldn't do this to me.

“Aunt Lisa! Aunt Lisa!” I screamed but there was no response.“Aunt Lisa! Where are you?...Please!” tears started flowing down my cheeks.

“Why are you wasting your energy in that babe? Come, I'll teach you how and in what to utilize your energy.” he said holding my elbow and dragging me to the bed.

“Leave me!” I couldn't let him rape me. I needed to do something.

And then something flashed my mind, I bit his hand hard. Too hard. He hissed in pain and let go my hand.

The next thing, I kneed him in his groin.

“Fuck!” he screamed as he fell on the floor holding it.

I spun around to run towards the door but was pulled down by my ankle to the floor by his rough hand. I fell down with a thud.

“You bitch, you did a wrong thing. Let me teach you a lesson.”

I started moving back until my back hit the wall. It was all dark. I moved my hands around to find something that would become my weapon so I could hit him. Luckily, I found a vase on the night stand. Taking it I waited for him to come near me.

I saw his shadow walk towards me. As he bent down to fist his hand into my hair and pull it, I hit him with the vase. He fell down caught off by my action.

I heard someone open the door and switch the light on. It was my aunt. She was now here. Thank God!

I was waiting for her to come to me but to my surprise she ran to Mark and shook him. “Mark, are you okay?” did she forget I was also in the room?

Mark got up holding his head in his hands and nodded his head but winced as he did so.

“You bloody piece of shit, what did you do?” she turned to me.

I was shocked to see this side of my so called aunt. She looked furious as if she wanted to strangle me for hurting Mark.

I couldn't believe she did this to me. How could she do this to me? I thought she loved me. I thought she cared for me. I was so wrong.

“He tried to rape me. What kind of woman are you? I'm like your daughter, how can you do this to me?” my voice raised with too much of hatred for her. I continued.

“You literally sold me to him for a night. Why?” I screamed. I felt a hard sting on my left cheek. I was sure to have the finger marks there.

“How can I not? You are a bloody piece of trash.” she caught hold my hair, “And he isn't doing it for free. He has paid me.” standing up she shared a knowing smile with Mark. “Mark, why don't you go home and rest. You can always come back tomorrow.” with that he left the room but not before glaring at me.

She turned to me and kicked me in my gut. I screamed in pain. “I hate you and your those dead parents.” she hissed pulling at my hair again. “Did you listen? I hate your family!” the hatred was clearly written all over her face making her face and ears red with anger.

Turning around she walked to my cupboard. What was she trying to do? I didn't get enough time to think because she came back and started hitting me with the belt. That hurt. I felt many painful stings on my back. As I tried to move back, the hitting grew more and hard. I could do nothing

I tried to stop her which lead her to hit me more. I don't know when the hitting stopped, I slept on the floor crying. What was happening here was wrong.

I wished my parents weren't dead, I missed them.

When I woke up the next day, last night things felt surreal, everything felt like a nightmare only until the wounds started stinging on my back.

I realized I was in nothing but my undergarments. My stomach was hurting painfully. I tried to get up but the pain in my gut didn't let me. After few more attempts I went to the bathroom limping.

As I looked in the mirror I couldn't recognize myself. My cheek had red marks, my brown hair was sticking out in every direction and my eyes were red and swollen. I looked down at my stomach, a part of it was completely blackish purple. I turned around, looking over my shoulder the belt marks were swollen with dried blood. I didn't realized I was crying hard until my chest ached.

Why was she doing this to me? Why did she say she hates my parents? I needed to speak to her. I had to clear it out with her. With that decided, I cleaned up as soon as possible.

I got dressed for my work and covered the marks on my cheek with the make up before going out to speak to aunt Lisa. When I didn't find her anywhere I decided to speak with her in the evening after coming back from the cafe.

After I returned home in the evening, aunt Lisa still wasn't there. I changed my clothes and sat on the couch waiting for her.

She had lately been coming late and had been consuming lot of alcohol.

As I heard the door open, aunt Lisa walked in and made her way to kitchen. I followed her.

“Aunt Lisa, we need to spea-” I tried to speak but she cut me off.

“There is nothing to speak. You better stop talking and get dressed, Mark will be here in some time.” she said. “And you better satisfy him, or you know otherwise.” she threatened me.

No way in the hell was I going to do what she was asking. It was better to get hit than to get raped.

“I'm not your puppet to listen and do as you say.” I replied back angrily.

“You are my puppet and you will do as I say.” she said with equal anger as mine.

“No! I will not.” my voice raised.

Before I could even think, she took a knife from the counter and pointed it to my middle. “You better listen to me.”

Panicking, I tried to push her hand sideways but suddenly felt a sharp pain. I knew what was it. Unfortunately the knife had torn my top and cut the side of my stomach where it was wounded already.

I gasped and looked down. It started bleeding.

My aunt covered her shocked expression and pushed me to the room. “Go clean up and get ready.” she ordered before storming off to her room.

I went to the room and sat down sobbing. Why was this all happening to me? Why was aunt Lisa doing this to me? Was I not her niece? I thought she would take good care of me till I stayed with her. But she wasn't any good, I was wrong about her.

I touched the cut on my stomach, it hadn't stopped bleeding, I had to make it stop. Going to the bathroom I cleaned the wound and put a bandage on it. Making sure I had locked the door, I went to sleep. I didn't care if Mark came back tonight.

• • •

Three days had passed since all the torture started. Every day Mark tried to force me but I either locked myself in my room or came home late. But the hitting and hurting after Mark went hadn't stopped. The bruises on my back and my stomach were now turning into scars.

I wanted to run away from here, the only thing that stopped me was lack of money. I didn't have enough money to buy a ticket to my town. I was just waiting for my monthly pay at the cafe so I could buy a ticket to my town and never come back here.

Going to the police to report my aunt and Mark did come to my mind. Honesty, I was afraid to climb the police station steps. Also, I'd heard Mark telling Lisa that he knew a friend who worked as a cop here so I knew I would get caught if I went to report.

Currently, it was Sunday night. I was happy because I would be getting my monthly pay tomorrow. I just wanted to run away from here. I'd had enough of their torture. I wanted forget about them and this place.

While I sat on the bed, I suddenly heard loud voices, it was aunt Lisa and Mark speaking. I soon ran to the door and locked it. As I sat down, I tried to listen to them.

I was completely and utterly shocked when I heard about what they were speaking.

Aunt Lisa was selling me to Mark for money which meant he would take me with him to God knows where and do God knows what.

I heard them talk about the money and make the deal. Why was she doing this to me? What have I done to her? I couldn't let them do this to me. I knew then I had to do something and somehow get away from here. As soon as possible.

The sound of footsteps coming closer to my room set me in panic state. Some one knocked on the door, I knew it was Mark. Soon the knocking turned into banging. I sat there praying to God to help me. Sitting there, I fell asleep.

I woke to the sound of my phone ringing. I got up and walked to the bed. Bringing the phone close to my face, I saw the caller ID. It was an unknown number and it wasn't from this town, the code didn't belong to this town though I felt it familiar. I picked the call.

“Hello? Am I speaking to Jessica Summers?” a female spoke.

“Yes, you are.” I said after clearing my throat.

“I'm Amanda. I apologize for calling you at this hour, but there is something I need to tell you.” Amanda said. I pulled the phone down to check the time, it read 10:48 pm.

“It's fine. What is it that you need to tell me?” I asked as my stomach twisted in knots not knowing if it was a good news or a bad news.

“Your parents, they have saved money for you. I have always had that money with me. After your parents death, I thought it's now time to give it you. After searching for a long time, I got your number. Could you come to collect the money?”

My parents saved money for me? All the money they earned, they saved it for me. They never told me anything about saving money.

“How much it is?”

“$8700.” that was such a huge amount. Oh my God!

“Can I come and collect it tomorrow?” I asked her immediately as a plan struck in my head.

“Yes, of course.” she gave me her address and hung the call.

That call was God sent, literally. I needed to escape from here. I couldn't let them play with my life. I had to get out of this hell.

I quickly packed all my clothes and my belongings which fit in just one duffle bag. After packing I went to bed to get some sleep. I had a lot to do tomorrow.

• • •

Early in the morning I took bath and got dressed. I checked if aunt Lisa was anywhere in the sight. When I didn't find her anywhere in the kitchen or the living room I peeked into her bedroom which was also empty. May be she didn't return home last night. Good for me. I could get out of this hell easily.

I slowly but quickly sneaked out of the house. Walking further, I looked over my shoulder and glanced at the house—the house which I was never going to come back. I nearly cried in joy. I felt as if I got my freedom.

Without wasting much of time, I went to the cafe and asked Mrs. Goldman to give me my monthly pay, I was anyway getting it today in the evening. After apologizing and telling her about me leaving this town suddenly, she paid me without asking much questions.

But she was upset a little for losing a good waitress. She was really a kind and humble person and I did feel like telling her the reason behind me leaving the town but I didn't want her to know the truth. I didn't want anyone to know. I only wanted to vanish from here.

One last time, thanking her I went to the bus station and got a ticket to my town.

Step one of my plan was completed. Two more steps and my plan would be successful. I hoped everything would go fine.

After three hours of journey, I went to Amanda's house and collected the money. Thanking her a dozen of times I came back to the bus station.

I already knew where I was going. Without any second thoughts, I bought my ticket. Climbing the bus, I took the seat near the window.

Step two completed.

One last step, finding a job and getting a roof above my head which was not easy. One thing I was sure was I would make my life there in the big city, let how much ever hard it be.