The billionaire lust and hatred

I couldn't feel anything, my numb body and nerve- dead limbs could not react to the people that were trying to take me out of the car. My body only sustained minor injuries. I could see my legs still in shape, I thought it would be twisted by now.

With that kind of impact I should definitely have a fractured bone. Maybe my spines, I hope not; I don't want to end up in a wheel chair like Olivia's husband.

Yeah! Olivia, that bitch she smirked before leaving the office building earlier today, looked at me like she was about to take revenge for insulting her husband and calling her a whore during the meeting earlier today. Her eyes were red with every fiber of her body pointing a dangerous look at my direction throughout the meeting today.

I could see them pulling my body out of the car, they gripped my legs gently, taking it softly off the pedals shifting my numb body out of the car seat another was holding my arm pits his hands covered my small arm holding me firmly before the two bodied men carried me gently to the ambulance.

I could see all that was happening. My eyes were open throughout but I couldn't feel anything at that moment.

"she is bleeding in her thighs Hurry!" one said

"someone should call her family, she is well known in this area". another added.

"Fuck that's Emily Williams, the billionaire feminist". You could say that again, I'm quite popular here but these people did not see me as a figure of prominence at that moment rather a pitiful sight of me to behold.

My eyes were half opened with my mouth opened a little gasping for air, my teeth are shown in a state that speaks how weak and dead I am.

I move my head a little to search my surroundings just in case, when I see the Karen bitch not quite far but in a better angle walking towards her car looking at me with her despicable smirk.

Behold Olivia!

I will surely kill her after I am healed, and I pray this doesn't affect my spines, for it would be worse. I shift my gaze away from her to check the truck that hit me, maybe to find clues or someone at least anything, only to find out that nobody was affected in that truck infact no one was found driving that truck.

Like seriously this whore used a self driving truck to hit my car??

What a Rich Accident!.

I closed my eyes gently with my mouth swiveled open and my half teeth showing out I passed out into the dark.

I opened my eyes gently, my sight still blurry, my back sunk on a soft bed with a pillow to support my aching neck when I felt someone holding my hands.

Fuck I could feel now!

Thank goodness, my spines are still working. Now heading on to plan B finish that Spanish bitch. She will feel extreme pain she won't be able to feel again, I will make her call me big mama! in full surrender.

I opened my eyes fully to see who was holding my hands as gently as ever, maybe Jesus.

For it surely looks like I'm dead.

I find a handsome man with smooth skin in a sharp suit then a gentle smile. Oooohh handsome Jesus, will you marry me??

"Why do you make a lot of enemies for yourself Emily"? The voice from the handsome face shoots.

Very sharp words, that is not a very nice way for Jesus to greet me at this point of my condition.

"Emily"! My father's call was straight and firm.

"Don't make me a fatherless man". He continued.

His hands now hold my hands tightly like aiming at breaking them because I offend so many people they want to kill me.

"Pls promise me you won't make trouble again, promise me you won't go out to make enemies with people that are more dangerous. I can't protect you anymore you're in your own world now, every decision you make now would determine your fate and not mine anymore "

He had to say that;

Like is it my fault I once smashed Olivia's car with my cyber truck after she went on media TV and called me a fake feminist who washes her ass with her bare hands with no wipe.

She went too far there. Everyone knows that I do all it takes to keep my reputation then this bitch had the guts to call me an ass wiper.

I later leaked her dry pussy on the Internet after paying an informant to do the job for me. She didn't seem bothered about it. It's like she loved the pictures and videos of her dry private and ugly parts.

I might have also seduced Mr Fletcher into drugging him the night after he was naked looking at the camera swinging his hairy dick while jumping like a drugged kid. It was glorious, like of all people did he expect me to have sex with him??

"Dad, thank you for coming to see me," I said finally in a shaky voice. I smiled back at him, showing that innocence that looked like I knew nothing of what he was talking about.

He nods then kisses my hands looking at me with proud eyes and a calm smile.

"I beg of you be careful for now, things are getting tight in the office, and I would need you at your full health in helping me tackle this". His eyes still focused on my face, when suddenly the door banged open, and the person next to it breathing forcibly.

"My baby"!

My mum screamed after she came to see me in the hospital.

Mrs Elizabeth, can you pls calm down? I'm not that weak, you know it's just a little accident. She was all over me, kissing my frail body up and down in affection, what a motherly love.

"Big head"

My elder brother John Williams walks with his hands on the edge of the bed.

"I heard you didn't die, you're too strong to be a woman. They should have named you a male gender when you were born". My mum beats his hands cautioning him to stop his battering.

"I'm fine mum" I assured my over concerned mama.

"No you need rest, I bought cakes, snacks and your favorite, strawberry dipped in ice cream"

Damn if my mum was a man I would certainly marry her.

"Hey pumpkin head"!

"I heard you draw blood from your thighs, should I punch your face whether you would draw fresh blood"? My brother smiles at me with a wide smirk, he is certainly loving this, his younger sister being beaten up by a Karen biiiiitch.

He knows it is the handiwork of Olivia.

"Shut up"! My mother stops him.

Time passed and my dad had to go home with my brother, living with only the best person in the world with me, my mum.

The room was silent and dim with each light soft enough to be gentle on my eyes at that moment while a soft and firm sound of footsteps could be heard on the hallway close to the door of my medical suite.

"Ooooohhhh my God!! Emily"!

I recognized that voice, "Olivia".

"I can't believe this was an accident" her voice is wavering like it is choking and crying.

"Why is the world so wicked"? She continued, saying it like she meant her sympathy .Then she moved close to me and placed one hand on my head then the other on my sick bed drawing her mouth close to my ear. My mum was out to get something, leaving only me in the bed.

She moves her face closer to mine trying to intimidate me but is shocked that I don't flinch. I'm a beast bitch better be careful with your next move.

"Hello slut"! She whispers in my ear.

"1-0" she affirmed.

Of all stupid things you could do, you try to intimidate me??

Then she continues to pretend like she meant it.

"Great Lord!, Satan is wicked, why won't he live this poor soul alone".

"Fuck you Olivia I will kill you myself" I whisper while she heads out the exit door.

When my mum came back, I could hear her legs making a sound of rapid footfalls, then she made a little slide to balance herself in front of my medical room.

"Who was that"? She asks her body swiftly, bringing itself towards me to check if any harm was done.

"A stubborn cat" I replied ignoring the fact that I shouldn't make a joke at this point, my mum's face was seriously thinking how dangerous It would be if I was attacked suddenly.

"Shut up"! She retorted back. "Would you be serious for once"? Her hands are stroking my thighs looking at the cut very rough but already taken care of.

I'm a strong girl she should know by now, she should know nothing can break me except myself. I'm capable of surviving in any situation, because that's what strong feminist do, and not the clout chasing ones!

The morning sun is relentless, my room is still dim thanks to the cooling cover built in the medical suite. Rich people enjoy their money, while the poor suffer for their laziness.

I could see the doctor come every hour to check my state, with my mum still close to me gumming her fingers on my neck to check if her baby temperature is normal.

"Mum I'm fine, I should prepare to go home now" I said in a low tone, my voice still recovering from the accident.

"In your dream child, you're staying here till your bones are strong". She shoots, her voice louder than mine.

"You're not leaving here"! She warned me when I attempted to say something with my mouth half opened when she talked.

"I have more work to do at home and office, dad can't be alone at the office building, not with those sneaky thiefs, they will reap him easily because I'm not there to advise him and save him from their greedy hands". My voice is getting louder now.

My mum shifts closer to me, as if she is about to take something off my eye, then she smiles gently at me, her gaze still focused on mine.

"You're still not leaving here, your dad can handle the business, he did before you came to our lives so don't fret about work instead eat the snacks I brought and shut up"!

"You're so stubborn"! She spouted with a weary sigh. "You never listened to me when I told you to get a husband for yourself and stop your feminist movement," she continued. I knew where she was going but I decided to shut up because if I talked I wouldn't like her reaction.

"When was the last time you slept with a man, you still looked like a virgin at 27"!!

"Ohhhhh mum"! I stopped her there. I could fuck any man If i had to its that easy, but no! I'm a woman of integrity. I don't get wet anyhow like so many....... hahahahaha I'm a pretty liar.

"What"? She asks, her eyes almost teary with her lips shaky like she's about to cry.

"A man more suitable and respectful to my personality will come mommy don't worry". I assured her.

But the truth is, I have a very bad personality of never giving in to any man's demands even if it was right and I was wrong. I always wanted to be right and feel powerful, I don't need a man telling what's right, like it's a off for me.

Just fuck me and get on with it, I don't need your layman's opinion. I'm a queen!

A gentle push to the door closed our conversation shut. My dad comes in looking at me roughly with a panic on his face and a file shaky in his hands.

"What's wrong"? I asked before he could say anything. I recognized that look from my father, I'm pretty sure it's not my medical reports, it's something from the OFFICE.

"Olivia was shot this afternoon by an unknown man". He starts. "And I signed a deal with the other shareholders to increase our fiscal assets and financial holdings in the real estate market".

Fuuuuuuuuck. What have you done? You've killed me dad. My mind is racing not at the first news but the second, my dad had just sold the company blindly without him knowing just give it two months those guys will reap him and he won't know it.

I turned the TV on without saying a word to my dad since he related the news. The medical TV big and enough inches showed all the fresh information my dad poured today. He has spent 80% of his company shares on the ideas of Mr Martins and Mr Fletcher.

But I'm still lost, why was Olivia shot not long when they signed the deal. She wasn't even there yet, she was shot on her way to see her husband in the specialized care home.

Something is off here. Did they force my Dad to sign the papers? I believe he won't sign the papers willingly. Shiit this is the beginning of our end.