RICH AND SASSY

A young lady walked out of the hospital, holding a test result in her hands. There was a grin on her face as she went through it.

She was finally pregnant and was going to have an heir. The baby in her womb was going to solve all of her problems and she wouldn't be needing that piece of trash she got married to.

"Thank you son, for coming. I can't wait to see you. Now that you're here, it would only be a matter of time before I kick your father out." She said, as she rubbed her belly intermittently.

There was rare happiness and joy in her eyes, which had been missing all her life. She walked towards the car and entered carefully.

"Where am I taking you to, ma'am?"

"Just drive me home." She said, after thinking for a while.

Ciara smiled at her belly as she adjusted her seatbelt and looked at the rear view mirror.

From being involved in a scandal, to getting pregnant for a low life . At first, she wasn't happy with the arranged marriage but having an heir gave her a reason to be happy.

"We're home, miss." The driver announced, breaking the chain of her thoughts.

Ciara stepped out of the car and walked into the mansion which stood proudly among the most expensive properties of the estate in the heart of Belgium.

With slow and careful steps, she walked past the gate, pressed the passcodes and entered. On getting into the sitting room, she heard her father shouting on top of his voice.

"Dad, what's wrong?"

"Ask this piece of trash." Papa Jude Arthur replied in anger, pointing to the young man in front of him.

Earlier, Papa Jude Arthurs ordered him to get him a glass of wine.

The young man was Aslan! Aslan Smith was the young mistress' husband.

Two years ago, the Arthurs family's only daughter, Ciara Arthur, got married to Aslan.

Ciara only got married to him because she had to save her name from a scandal she got involved in. Aslan was just a piece of trash that was used by the Arthurs, and would soon be dumped.

It was Ciara's Aunt, Alice, who came up with the idea of an arranged marriage. Unfortunately, a few days after the union, she passed on. That made Aslan a jinx, aside from being a piece of trash.

Ever since he got married to Ciara, they had never been pleased with his actions. They always found faults in him and treated him like a slave. Even now, he wasn't able to please them when he was asked to get a glass of wine.

Ciara could feel her head was a mash. A lot of things were running in her mind. Why did Aslan have to cause problems for her and her family daily? How did she get involved with this poor brat? She could feel a headache forming.

All he had to do was to go bring a glass of wine and carefully drop it in front of Papa Jude.

Instead, he came back with a glass of water.

What could he ever do right?

"Aslan what did we ever do to you in your previous life that you're torturing us this way?"

"But... but I thought he asked for a glass of water." Aslan stammered, as he tried to defend himself.

"Just shut up, Aslan! Ever since you came into my life, it hasn't been the same. It's all your fault!" Ciara fired as her finger almost jabbed Aslan in the face.

Aslan just looked down facing the ground, as he knew all that was said was the truth.

Seeing him remain indifferent and acting like a good for nothing, Ciara flared up even more.

"Can't you even rebuke others when they're lambasting you? Are you still a man? All my life, I haven't seen anyone as useless as you."

Ciara angrily climbed the stairs and slammed the bedroom door behind her.

Immediately, Papa Jude landed a slap on Aslan's face.

"Look at what you've done. Look at how angry you've made her! Very soon, I'll throw out your sorry ass."

Aslan bit his lips slightly without saying a word. Only when Papa Jude left for his room, did he approach Ciara's room.

He opened the door carefully, only to be greeted by a pillow, thrown directly at his head.

"What are you doing here!? Don't you think you can enter my room just because we're married. The quarters downstairs, is where you belong."

In the past two years, Aslan and Ciara had never lived as a normal couple even though they were married in name. They only got intimate twice over Papa Jude's instruction, so they could have an heir.

Ciara lived upstairs in a large bedroom. Aslan on the other hand, lived in a small room which was no larger than three square meters.

Aslan walked forward and picked up an envelope lying on the floor. It was the test result! It had fallen from the bed, when she threw the pillow at him.

There was another pillow in Ciara's hands that she was about to throw at him, but she paused on hearing his words.

"You're pregnant!?"

Ciara raised her brows and dropped the pillow.

"Yes I'm pregnant. So what?"

"It's good news. I'm going to be a father soon."

"You know what, just get out of here before I lose it!" Ciara ordered.

"Fine." Aslan said as he walked out of the room.

Just as he was about climbing down the stairs, Papa Jude and Mama Anna saw him.

Mama Anna rushed up to Aslan as though she was crazy. Without saying a word, she slapped him right in the face.

"You! What do you think you're doing? Why are you coming out of that room?". Mama Anna asked in anger.

But seeing Aslan remained mute, she decided to call out Ciara from the room herself.

"Ciara, come out here! Have you hurt your head?"

Ciara rolled her eyes.

"Of course not. I just asked him to bring me a glass of water to drink, mum."

She knew her mother would throw a tantrum if she found out that Aslan came into her room without her sending for him, so she decided to flip the situation around.

"That's not allowed either. Aslan you should know your place in this home. You're just a son-in-law who married into our family. You're lucky that we are kind enough to feed you, when you can't even compare to a dog. Hurry up and clean the whole house." Mama Anna said as they all walked away, leaving Aslan alone to himself.

Why did Ciara cover up for him? That was the first time she would ever do something good to him, since he knew her.

He remembered his first meeting with Ciara Arthur, it was the most embarrassing day of his life.

THREE YEARS AGO

Aslan locked his door and straightened his tie, then glanced at the reflection of himself on his phone screen.

It was his first day at work after he got contracted for a major role by a movie producer. He needed to gain experience by working under the proud CEO, Ciara Arthur.

He was late.

He got into the elevator and pressed the last floor number. He got to the parking lot and unlocked the door of his old Volkswagen car.

He had been driving it for years, originally his dad's. The traffic on the way added to his anxiety, he couldn't fathom how Ciara would react when he arrived at work.

From the rumors he had heard, the CEO wasn't someone to be joked with.

He finally got to the office and parked his car at the company's parking lot then jumped out of it. He then rushed into the company. His weak shoes were not helping matters as he resisted the urge to yank them off his feet while running.

He successfully got to Ciara's office and met Anna, the former secretary behind her desk. She was to stay a few days teaching him all he needed to know as Ciara's new secretary.

She shot a glare at him and shook her head. "You're late! Miss Ciara wants you to report to her office as soon as you arrive.".

Aslan clutched his bag tightly in his hand and walked over to the CEO's office door. He knocked on the door and heard a grunted response.

He took a deep breath and pushed the door open, then stepped inside his office. He walked deeper into the office with his eyes taking in all the decorations and couch, including the plaques and awards used in decorating the office.

It was magnificent!

Behind a huge desk, was Ciara Arthur. Before then, he hadn't met her physically.

He stared at the dark haired and light skinned young lady in front of him. Her beautiful blue eyes looked up at him when he didn't utter a single word.

She raised her eyebrows and placed her phone on the desk.

"You're Aslan Smith, I assume." She said, but Aslan was carried away with staring at her.

"Aslan!" Ciara raised her voice.

Aslan immediately snapped out of his trance and looked at the floor.

"I'm so sorry ma'am." He muttered.

She hissed and rose up from her chair. Her body figure surprised Aslan, as he gulped severally.

"I know I have a killer figure, but you're here to work not to drool over me!." She deadpanned.

That day was obviously the most embarrassing day of his life.

If he hadn't gotten into that mess three years ago with the CEO, he wouldn't be here living like a slave.

'How I wish I could turn back the hands of time and not work for you.' He thought.

Well it was only a wishful thought. He would have to remain a slave to the Arthurs and he wouldn't be free until they dump him themselves.

...

Why did she cover up for that nitwit? It was unlike her. Very soon her parents would be kicking him out on the streets without a penny and she wouldn't have to see him around ever again.

Her phone rang, jerking her out of her thoughts.

It was an unknown number.

"Hello."

"I have no time to exchange pleasantries with you, slut. Just know that you're being monitored and I know that you're pregnant." The caller threatened.

Ciara's jaw dropped. How could that be possible? The only person that was aware of her pregnancy was Aslan, but he wouldn't even dare tell anyone without her consent. Even though Aslan was silly, he was still a man she could trust.

"Who are you?" She asked.

"My identity isn't important. Since the scandal I set up for you in the past didn't ruin you as expected, I've decided to get rid of you and your baby myself."

TUN! TUN! TUN!

The caller hung up.

Ciara couldn't believe her ears. Did the caller just say she was responsible for the mess she got into two years ago?

Even after trying to ruin her, this person is still after her life? But who could this person be? All her life she had been sassy and rude to people beneath her, so it was hard to figure out who it was all by herself.

Little did she know that this person was closer to her than she thought.