Her Mystery Lover

voice. I was displeased and I felt like snubbing him. For goodness's

good girl, but today was different. I sat up, placed my phone down on the bed gently,

gerated, but he told me it was since I was six years old. My parents died from a fire accident in our house and I would have died too if my mo

and they were quite old. Tom was fifty-two years old, and those people looked like his age.

ked really beautiful. I glanced at her bag, and it made me seize m

ed. "The limited ed

onfusion, and she smil

d, and I was lucky enough to get my hands on one." she replied with a smile on her face. That bag was worth hundreds of millions of dollars. If she could spend

asked. "It is quite sunny today

re not supposed to drink anything chilled. If you

rather, I will fetch it mys

an by my in-laws? I had only one boyfriend and that was Smith. I knew Smith's parent

called me again. "Your

lied with a

angement. My name is Margaret and this is my husban

handsome even at this age. What d

d uncle bring such an old man to marry me when I have an agile

another wife?" I managed to ask. My hand was shak

"You must have thought I wanted you to marry this old thing

ht someone more handsome. He is my son. He is quite sh

He held two glasses in his right hand. That should be a skill on its own. "Let Helen g

ad to remain natural now and talk to Tom about it later. I forged a smile and started to go

" Margaret was saying in

..." Richard replied with his bass t

tev

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before I go to meet t

ich but also the real definition of a miser. He ha

nd not a miser. Wait for the explan

ies? It is supposed to make no sense. My uncle, Tom, is a politician and all he does with his money is t

unt the ones he bought for himself. He had rich friends who took him out shopping, and he thought he never had to buy clothes for himself. All his wristwa

er. He was frugal to a bad spot. Every politician probably had an intent to embezzle money once they got to a high position. Tom would definitely

uses my late father built before his death. The maids and security guar

arved but I lacked parental affection. In fact, I had no one to show affection to me. I lived alon

I

sex and trust me, I was ready to give it to him. But it never worked, since his father caught us while we were undressing, and he threw me out. That wa

d he was a guy I have a lot of memories of. We broke up in my final year and by then, I had already had my first sex with him. I was not afraid of pregnanc

ht he would be the person I would spend the rest of my life

end this for us. I looked into thei

he car windo

uckling?" the young