The Billionaire Lover

MYRA'S POV

“You've always liked to steal things from people. Well… I guess you're paying for it now”

“Becca, stop it!” I almost shouted, a tear rolling down my right cheek.

I turned around to see if anyone heard my voice but then remembered that I was in a call booth and that only Becca could hear me.

Everyone knew Becca and I seemed to be always fighting over something right since we were children but I didn't think her dislike for me would stand even in my dark hour.

Becca always wanted whatever I wanted and if anything bad ever happened in her life, she'd blame me and say it only happened because I appeared in her life.

I pressed the phone hard on the side of my head as I watched her from the glass that seperated us, disappointed.

“What? Wasn't it enough that you stole my parents from me?”

“Our parents”

“No, they're not. You stole them from me and you better let me speak or I'm leaving”

My tongue felt heavy as I let her speak.

“Wasn't it enough…that you took my parents..then my grandma's love and now? Now, you're after her life?”

“Huh? What do you me..”

“Grandma had a heart attack and it's all because of you. She's going to die and it's all your fault. All because..”

“Wait, what?”

“Don't pretend like you didn't want this to happen. If anything happens to grandma…if anything should happen to my grandmother, I promise to make your life a living hell”

She slammed the phone and walked away, her jewelries making a chank-chank sound as they clashed together.

I staggered backwards. I felt faint.

“Time's up. It's time for you to go back to your cell”

“Wait, listen to me…can I call someone…you really need to let me call someone, it's important, please”

“That's not allowed here, girl. You already spoke to someone.Now move, please”

“No.. no..wait, you don't understand. I need to make this call. I need to call my grandmother.”

“Don't make me struggle with you. I wouldn't want to use force, okay?” she said, now panting.

I couldn't resist anymore, and I let her take me back to my cell where I was with the other girls.

I looked up, and it was 11:00pm prompt.I didn't want to wake any of my cellmates up. Sharon was a bully and the head of the cell unit I was in. The last thing I wanted was her breathing down on me and the police officers having to separate us, so I sobbed quietly.

I fell to my knees thinking of how everything happened.

It all started one evening at the company where I worked as the financial accountant and was responsible for checkmating each dollar that went in and out.

Some amount of dollars was left in my hand to be turned into the company's bank.

It was already late, and I couldn't stop yawning from the tiredness, so I decided to take it home and take it to the bank on my way to work, but somehow, when I woke up the next day, the bundle of thousands of dollars was nowhere to be found.

No matter what I said or did, nobody believed me, especially my CEO.

When I arrived at work the next morning, I planned to keep what happened a secret till I could find the money, but my supervisor came to do her regular checks.

“Didn’t you get yesterday's money from the bank, Myra?” she looked at me almost suspiciously. I could feel the outcome of everything playing out wrongly as my heart raced.

“No, I..um.. I mean I did”, I gulped loud enough for her to hear.

“But from what I see here, no deposit has been made. Are you sure you deposited it into the bank?”

“Uh..it was a malfunction.”

“Malfunction?”

“Yeah..it happens sometimes”

“No, it doesn't, Myra. This has never happened before.”

Before I could put two and two together, the CEO was right in front of me questioning me before I was handed over to the police.

I fell to my knees crying silently as I thought about the possibility of grandma having a heart attack. The possibility of grandma dying.

Grandma, known by others as Sarah, was my everything. It was safe to say that she loved me more than my parents. She always knew what bothered me and I never had to say a word to her to know that. She loved me in a way I didn't think anyone else could.

Not to say that my parents were bad to me. They weren't. They loved me the best they could, but it only lasted a short while as their lives were cut short in a fire accident.

I could remember it clearly like it had just even though I was seven years old.

“Mummy, where are you?.. Mummy. Daddy. Grandma, Becca..” my tiny voice cried amidst coughing as the thick black smoke curled in the air like cotton balls that you could reach out to and physically touch.

I could hear dad call out to me in throaty sobs and I knew something had happened to me. The more I ran through the smoke trying to find the voice, the fainter I felt.

“Myra, where are you? Myra”

“Myra Stevens.. Myra Stevenson” a loud voice echoed in the blackness.

Then, I heard a soft voice respond.

“Dad?”

I didn't know it was mine till I returned to consciousness in the cell, the bright white light almost blinding my eyes. I blocked it almost immediately with the back of my palm.

“Myra Stevenson”. I heard the voice again but this time, it was feminine.

I sat up to see who it was.

It was the same officer who pulled me into my cell earlier.

“Get up..come on, you have a visitor.” she said as she unlocked the, burglary.

I looked at the clock. It was 5:00 am sharp. My cellmates were still fast asleep. I couldn't tell which of them was making the loud snoring sound that came from their corner.

I quickly jumped to my feet and made towards her, waiting behind her to let her lock it up again.

“Okay, let's go”

I let her lead the way. I was sure it was Becca. What could have gotten her here so early? Maybe, grandma…no. I quickly stopped my mind from assuming the worst until I saw her.