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THE BILLIONAIRE DEBT MAID CHAPTER 1

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*THE BILLIONAIRE'S DEBT MAID*

*By Esther Ogechi Pen*

*CHAPTER 1: ONE MILLION NAIRA AND A RED GOWN*

My mother died because of one million naira.

My father, Pa Okoro, knelt on the cold tiles of his boss's mansion and cried like a child.

"Oga Jason, please. My wife is dying in the hospital. Lend me one million from my salary. I will work for you till I die."

The man standing in front of him was not an old Chief. He was *Jason Williams* — 30 years old, tall, handsome, billionaire. No wife, no family, no pity in his eyes.

"Do I look like a hospital?" Jason said, sipping his wine. "If she wants to die, let her die."

Three days later, he threw the money at my father's face. "Take. But if you die before paying me back, your children will pay."

My mother still died.

Seven days after we buried mama, papa too fell and died. Heartbreak killed him.

On the day we buried papa, Jason's black Prado blocked our small compound.

"Your father owed me one million naira," he said, looking at me — the only daughter. "You will come to my mansion tomorrow and work as my maid."

"For how long?" I asked.

He smiled coldly. "Until I say it is enough."

He did not allow me to pack my clothes. He threw a shapeless, long, ugly red gown at me.

"This is your uniform. In my house, maids must cover their hands and legs."

I was angry. That night I took the ugly gown to a tailor and adjusted it. I cut it, shaped my waist, shaped my hips. The ugly uniform became beautiful. It clung to my body.

Next morning in his mansion, Jason saw me and his eyes widened.

"Who told you to adjust my uniform?" he queried.

I have a sharp tongue. I looked him straight in the eye.

"Oga Jason, this is not your body. Stop telling me what I should wear or not. You said uniform, I am wearing uniform!"

No maid had ever spoken to him like that. He was shocked and left.

I wore that red gown every day like a queen.

Until *Sandra* came back.

Sandra — his London girlfriend. Beautiful, classy, wicked. She just returned from a long trip.

She entered the parlor with her big traveling box and saw me mopping in my red gown.

She froze.

"Jason! What is SHE doing in this house? Who is this thing in red?"

Jason said quickly, "Sandra, let's go inside and talk."

I stood up and greeted, "Good afternoon Ma."

She hissed. "Mhmm."

My sharp tongue could not take it. I shouted louder so the whole mansion would hear, *"I SAID GOOD AFTERNOON MA!"*

Her eyes wanted to kill me. That was the beginning of my war.

*THAT NIGHT — THE DINNER*

"Chioma," Jason ordered, "Cook pounded yam and ofe nsala for dinner."

My wrist was killing me. I had dislocation since morning. My hand was shaking and swollen.

I met Sandra in the kitchen. "Ma please, my hand is paining me. I have dislocation, I cannot pound."

Sandra smiled.

"Dislocation? You want to be lazy in my man's house? Oga said you should cook it, you must cook it."

I cried. With one swollen hand, I pounded yam. Tears fell into the mortar. I tied a white bandage to hide the swelling and carried the hot ofe nsala to the dining table.

As I was serving them, my bandage shifted. Jason saw it.

He grabbed my hand. "What is this? What happened to your hand?"

I kept quiet.

He untied the bandage himself and froze. My wrist was swollen — big, red, like a balloon.

"What is this?!" Jason shouted, turning to Sandra. "Didn't she tell you she was injured?"

Sandra stammered, "She told me but I thought she was lying..."

Jason did not eat. He left Sandra sitting alone at the big dining table and ordered me to go to my maid's room.

Later that night, I was in my small maid's room, holding my swollen hand, crying silently. The pain was too much. I slept off on the small bed, still in my red gown.

By 12 midnight, I felt a gentle touch.

I opened my eyes.

Jason was in my room, kneeling beside my bed, holding Aboniki balm. He poured it on his palm and started massaging my swollen hand himself — gently, softly, carefully.

For almost ten minutes, he massaged. He did not look at me with romance. He just focused on reducing the pain.

"Sorry. Bear it. It will go down by morning," he whispered.

When he finished, he covered the balm, stood up and went back to his own room.

Upstairs, Sandra had been watching.

She followed him to his bedroom and started querying him.

"Jason! Why did you choose your debt maid over me? Why did you leave me at the dining table to go and massage her hand? Who is she to you?"

Jason ignored her. He did not answer.

Sandra was angry. She brought out her big traveling box and started packing loudly.

"I am leaving your house tonight! I am leaving! Do you hear me?"

She packed her box and stood near the door, waiting. Waiting for Jason to come and beg her.

But Jason just climbed his big bed, covered his duvet and went to sleep.

Sandra waited. Nobody begged.

She dragged her box out of the mansion and left that night.

what do you think will happen next??

END OF CHAPTER ONE

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--- THE BILLIONAIRE'S DEBT MAID By Esther Ogechi pen CHAPTER 2: SHE FAINTED Downstairs, I was awake in my small room, my hand still warm from his balm. The main gate slammed. A car screeched and drove off into the night. Sandra was gone. My phone vibrated. A message from an unknown number: "You think you have won? You made my boyfriend leave me to rub your dirty hand. I left tonight, but I am coming back. And when I come back, I will make sure you lose more than your wrist." My heart stopped. My hands started shaking. I deleted the message quickly. I did not sleep that night. I was so afraid. THE NEXT DAY The boss woke up at 6am and prepared for work. He came downstairs. There was no food on the dining table. No tea. No bread. The kitchen was empty. "Chioma!" No answer. He went straight to the kitchen. He did not see the maid. "Chioma!" he called louder. He walked to the maid's room and pushed the door open. I was on the floor. I had fainted. "Chioma!" Jason shouted. He carried me from the floor and drove straight to the hospital. At the hospital, the doctor said, "She has gone through too much stress. Pain from her wrist, lack of sleep, fear, and she has not eaten. Her body shut down." Jason called his friend Chuks from his workplace. Chuks rushed down. Jason told him everything — how my father owed him one million, how he forced me to work, the pounded yam, how Sandra left. Chuks queried him, "Jason! Why could you be this selfish and arrogant? A girl just lost her parents and was mourning her parents and all you could do was force her to work for you? Do you have conscience at all?" Jason kept quiet, his head down. After some while, the doctor came out and asked for a blood transfusion. Jason said, "I am O+. Take my blood." He followed the doctor to the ward. His blood was entering my body. When the transfusion finished, the doctor said, "She needs space to rest now. Oga, you should give her space." Jason nodded. He left the hospital and went back home. At home, he entered the kitchen himself. The billionaire who never cooked. He prepared a very delicious meal — jollof rice, chicken, and salad. He packaged it neatly in a food flask. He added fruits — watermelon, pineapple, apple. He bought energy drink. He drove back to the hospital with the meal. When he arrived, the doctor said, "She needs more food and full rest." Jason handed over the food to the doctor. "Please give it to her." Then the boss went to the waiter room and sat, waiting for the doctor to call him in. The doctor went to where Chioma was. When Chioma opened her eyes, she saw the packaged food and drink with fruits. "Your Oga brought this for you. You need to eat enough food and fruit for now," the doctor said. Chioma started to eat the food and fruit, enjoying the delicious meal. Just then, the door opened. The boss walked in. He stood at the door, looking at her eating. "How is the food?" he asked softly. Chioma looked up, "The food tastes nice. Who made the food?" The boss said, "I made it myself." Chioma was surprised. She muttered under her breath, "So billionaire dey cook?" The boss noticed and asked, "What did you say?" She said, "Nothing." He said, "Just tell me, don't be afraid." So the maid told him, "I said, so billionaire do cook?" He smiled. For the first time. Chioma seeing her boss smile — she froze. He said, "I want to pick something at the office. After that I will come and pick you. Rest for now." Chioma said, "Okay sir," and went back to sleep. Then the boss drove out of the hospital and went to his company. In the evening, the boss came and took her back home. Chioma was still wondering why he said no more red dress again. When they got home, the boss helped her to sit down and went to kitchen to prepare dinner. So Chioma was sitting down on the living room watching some TV. After some hours, the boss came out with some delicious meal with drink to the dining table and Chioma's medication. He went and called Chioma to come and eat. So Chioma followed him to dining table and he served Chioma her food. They started eating. The boss was always staring at Chioma, then when she noticed, he removed his eye pretending he is focused eating his own food. So Chioma was shy and decided to break the silence. "What about Sandra?" she asked. He said, "She left." "Why?" He said, "I don't know. Oh, let us not talk about her. She was the reason for your hand, so let us eat this food." Chioma said, "Okay o." After the dinner, they went to sleep. THE NEXT MORNING Chioma woke up and wore her red dress, sweeping the living room. The boss saw her and said, "Why are you stressing yourself? The doctor said you should have enough rest. So please give me the broom." Chioma stood and said, "How will I pay my father's debt?" The boss looked at her and collected the broom and started sweeping. Chioma went back to her room. CLIFFHANGER - MORNING: That same morning, as Jason was sweeping the parlor himself, his phone rang. It was an unknown number. He picked it. A woman's voice shouted, "Jason, you think you can replace me with that village debt maid? You gave her your blood? You cooked for her? I saw the food flask you carried to hospital yesterday!" Jason froze. The broom fell from his hand in the morning light. Chioma, from her room, heard everything. Who told Sandra that Jason gave Chioma his blood and cooked for her? --- END OF CHAPTER DON'T FORGET TO LIKE, SHARE AND COMMENT AND FOLLOW FOR MORE

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