Thelma Sebastian's birthday celebration turned sour when her two closest friends ridiculed her. Distressed, she left the party and sought solace in alcohol, only to be whisked away to the opulent home of a wealthy and enigmatic man. Dark secrets and sorrow shrouded both Thelma's and the billionaire's origins. Thelma's father disapproved of her relationship, but his stance softened when Thelma unexpectedly became pregnant after a one-night stand with the man, Mavin White, who happened to be the son of her father's sworn enemy. Will Thelma's father eventually come to accept this taboo romance? Discover the answer by delving into the story.
Chapter 1 One
Thelma Sabastain;
I cautiously sat up on the bed and gazed at the attractive African American man who was sleeping next to me.
The night we shared was one I will always remember. The intensity of his actions left me feeling a deep ache within me.
He rested peacefully on the bed, appearing carefree, and I recalled how our connection began.
Feeling humiliated by my two closest friends, Sandra and Ella, who mocked me for still being a virgin at 24, I was hurt by their ridicule.
I hurried out of the event venue and sought solace in the hotel's clubroom, drowning my sorrows in whatever alcohol I could find. But then, a man in a black suit approached me and greeted me with a simple "Hello, miss."
I looked into the man's face, puzzled by his presence and intentions. However, consumed by my distress, I was unable to respond to his words.
He snatched the bottle from my grasp, lifted me up, and led me out of the clubroom.
I was taken aback by being pulled out by a stranger. I noticed that most people in the room seemed preoccupied, sipping from their wine glasses. The security personnel made no attempt to intervene.
"Who are you? Let me go!" I cried out as I was ushered into a corridor, clad in a long red gown and black low-heeled shoes. As the only daughter of wealthy parents and the sole heiress to BeeH Group, I felt a sense of vulnerability.
"Please remain calm, miss. I have no ill intentions," the man assured me. I hesitated, gazing up at his face, surprised to find him looking older than me, perhaps in his forties.
I had never envisioned myself getting involved with an older man who could almost be my uncle. I immediately struggled to free my left hand from his grasp.
"Please remain calm, ma'am. I have no ill intentions," he reassured me as he led me to a secluded corner in the bar.
"If you truly mean no harm, then release my hand immediately. Let me go!" I demanded firmly.
Turning to face me, he explained, "I require your assistance. I believe you are the most suitable candidate for the task."
"What task?" I inquired directly, locking eyes with him to discern his intentions.
Contemplating whether he was a prominent figure or a mere servant in City B, where only the wealthiest families resided, I, a young woman of fair complexion, listened as he continued, "I understand we are strangers, but I observed your distress when you entered the club."
Curious, I questioned, "What exactly do you need me for?" He let go of my hand and disclosed, "I am seeking your company for an evening with my employer"
"Your what!.. excuse me?" I exclaimed in disbelief.
I am the daughter of the wealthiest man in City B. Why would this man be assigning me such a pointless task?
I appeared visibly upset after my two closest friends insulted and mocked me in front of everyone.
The elderly man offered, "Miss, I am willing to compensate you generously for this task. You can trust me. Time is of the essence."
I hesitated to argue with the elderly man. Firstly, I did not know him. Secondly, I had never socialized with a stranger before. I was usually closely monitored by my father's security personnel, as my father rarely let me out of his sight. Even at the event I had just left in a hurry, my father's guards were present, stationed outside the venue.
They did not realize that I had slipped away. I had changed from my blue dress to a red one in a private room that I had reserved. My friends had drenched me in wine and water to celebrate my birthday. In that private space, where my friends had finally started to laugh at me.
I decided it was a good idea to accompany the elderly gentleman outside. He appeared reliable and honest, with a sense of tranquility about him. I was eager to lose my virginity quickly to avoid further ridicule from my friends.
My father had been considering marrying me off to a wealthy son of a billionaire, but he had yet to find a suitable match who met his specific criteria for a groom.
I was confined to my father's estate, only allowed to venture out with my bodyguards, and still single.
Quietly agreeing, I followed the elderly man to the parking lot where we entered his yellow car, which turned out to be a Lamborghini Gallardo.
As he started the car and drove away from the fancy hotel, I noticed two imposing bodyguards sitting silently in the back seat. I sat beside the old man in the front passenger seat.
We arrived at a grand structure, and I pondered about the owner of the impressive mansion that loomed before me.
"Please step out, miss," the elderly gentleman politely requested. Snapping out of my reverie, I realized that I had not even inquired about his name.
With a gulp, I exited the car. The gentleman then suggested, "Come along, Miss. Let's head inside the mansion."
"Alright," I complied and trailed after him into the main hall. The mansion exuded a sense of power akin to that of my father's estate. I observed the stationed guards patrolling the grounds surrounding the mansion.
"Welcome, Sir Adam," a middle-aged woman in the main hall greeted the elderly gentleman who had escorted me inside.
She respectfully acknowledged me with a bow, to which I replied, "Good evening, ma'am."
I noticed her gaze lingering on me with surprise, but Sir Adam swiftly interjected, "Please follow me, miss. We are going upstairs."
"Of course," I followed Sir Adam anxiously as we ascended to the second floor.
The residence was a two-story structure.
Sir Adam stopped in front of a door and addressed me, "Please wait here for a moment, Miss. Let me go inside and tend to my employer first."
"Alright," I replied nervously. I gazed around the living area, feeling both scared and curious about the identity of the mansion's owner.
Was he someone of my father's age, or a young man as attractive as me?
I felt both fearful and fascinated by the detailed paintings on the walls depicting ancient warriors and historical scenes.
I stood in awe of the stunning sights in the second-floor living area. The entire mansion, both inside and out, was painted white and exuded a sense of power.
Sir Adam emerged once more and instructed me, "Please come inside, miss."
I followed Sir Adam into the living room, and the cold air conditioning made every hair on my body stand up, causing a chill to run through my cool yellow skin.
I became anxious as the living room was all white, with every item in it also white, which almost gave me a fright.
I was fearful at the thought of the man not being a legitimate partner in the bedroom.
"Listen, ma'am, just follow my boss' instructions. I have drugged him so he will engage in sexual activity with you," Sir Adam informed me.
"What?!" I exclaimed in disbelief, my eyes widening at the shocking revelation. I hurriedly clarified to Sir Adam, "I am not a prostitute," I said, in case that was his assumption when he saw me enter the clubroom.
"I understand, ma'am. Just go inside and meet my boss. I assure you that I will compensate you generously as we discussed, and ensure your safe return home," Sir Adam reassured me.
"How much are you offering to pay me? Is this some kind of joke?" I questioned Sir Adam curiously. I was financially secure, being the daughter of a billionaire and possessing a black card.
So, what amount did Sir Adam think would be sufficient to entice me?
"One million dollars," he replied, to which I let out a chuckle.
"I am worth more than that, Sir. I cannot go in there, I am afraid," I responded, expressing my apprehension towards the man in the bedroom whom Sir Adam wanted me to engage with.
"Please, Miss," Sir Adam pleaded...
"I prefer to go by Thelma," I stated, avoiding mentioning my father's surname to prevent others in City B from identifying my wealthy family.
"Alright, Thelma, but we can't keep my boss waiting any longer. Just tell me your price, and I'll discuss it with my former employer," Sir Adam suggested.
"Your former employer? Who is that?" I inquired, but before I could receive a response, a deep, authoritative male voice called out from behind the nearby room door. "Who's there?"
I felt a sense of unease at the powerful tone of his voice.
"Please go inside, Thelma. I'll wait for you out here," Sir Adam urged as he swiftly slipped out of the sitting room, leaving me alone in the elegant white room.
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