Revenge on the Billionaire

**Eliana Pov**

"Why are you late?.... Who do you expect to cook dinner or are you planning to starve us to death.... You wicked witch?!" My stepmother spat as she pulled on my hair.

I am sorry.... I am so sorry please.. was all I kept saying but she never let go off my hair. She was still dragging me by pulling my hair to the kitchen.

"What more do you want from us you wicked witch?!.... I knew you always wanted to kill us, just as you have killed your mother and father, I will make sure I kill you first before you get the chance to hurt us." she kept on rambling and finally let go of my hair.

but then started kicking me on the side. I fell on the floor, I couldn't plead with her again because of the pain I was feeling all over.

"Get up ....Get up." She sat on me bouncing. I couldn't move. How was I going to get up? She was sitting on me.

"Get up.... Get up.... Wake up..... Mummyyyy. Mummy! wake up!" my 5 years old was bouncing on me. "I want food" she cooed.

I forced my eyes open, they landed on the little angel sitting on me pouting. Her dark golden blonde hair which is similar to mine looked rough and our matching brown hazel eyes looked like she was about to tear up. She looked so much like me.

"Mummy, I want food. I don't want apples or bananas. I want cereal without milk and cookies and cupcakes and pancakes" Amelia continued mentioning and counting with her little fingers things that were impossible for her to consume at the same time.

Seeing my stepmother is something I wouldn't want to do. Not ever. I was glad it was a dream. I never dreamt of her. I don't know why I did today.

After I ran away from my town, I put the life I lived there behind me. There was nothing or anyone worth remembering, not even a friend. Only bad memories. I was not allowed to make any friends at school. I believe it was because my stepmother was not taking the risk of anyone finding out how I was maltreated by her.

The one time I tried making a friend, she almost killed me. I didn't know how she found out about it. When I came home from that fateful day, I was beaten to the extent I couldn't attend school for a week. I was locked up for 5 days , after that I went back to my daily servant duties and 2 days after, I went back to school.

I am glad I left. But now she was hunting my dreams. I hope it never happens again.

"Ok sweetie. I am up. Let's get you some food." I pecked her on the head before moving her aside to get out of bed. I helped her down as well.

We left the room and went to the kitchen area to prepare some breakfast.

I made us some french toast, fried eggs and I sliced some strawberries for Amelia. She loved her berries at breakfast.

Between bathing and getting dressed, we were running late.

"Shit!.... We are running late." I said out loud while putting away our plates in the sink.