The Billionaire's Vengeful Baby Mama

Audrey I should have never been born. After the death of my mother four years ago, my life became a living hell. Especially when my father brought back another woman as his wife and her daughter. At first, I thought that it would be nice to have a mother and sister to relate with. But that thought turned into a nightmare as I was gradually turned into a house maid. I am currently scrubbing the kitchen floor, clothed in dirt and rags. There were still more chores for me to do before noon and the time was in no way favorable to me. Two hours was all I had to determine my breakfast. My stepmother made it mandatory that I cleaned and washed every single thing in the house before having breakfast. And failure to meet up with the time would deny me the day's meal. I increase my speed, not missing any spot to prevent getting smacked or punished by my stepmother. A few minutes later, Sierra, my step-sister walked into the kitchen wearing a muddy shoe that stained the floor I had cleaned. She was a troublesome spoiled brat and my parents favorite. Just a single bad word about me from her could change my life automatically. Even now that she was daringly waiting for me to complain, I ignored the mess she caused and went over to wipe the spot. "You are such a pathetic maid, Audrey. A disgusting dirty rag," she spat out, stepping on my fingers with her shoe. I winced in pain, trying hard to suppress the scream in my throat. "You are hurting me, Sierra. Get your shoe off my fingers," I manage to say as pain surged through my body. She snickered like a goblin and lifted her leg from my fingers. "I hope you understand your place now, slut. Do you think Jason will notice you and take you as his girlfriend?" Sierra sneers. I know about her obsession with Jason Clark, our neighbors son and my childhood friend. But I have nothing to do with him since he stopped talking to me after Sierra arrived. Instead of clearing up the presumption she has about me, I focus on my chore and try to finish it up early. But that only earned me a pull on my hair. Sierra yanked my hair with a force that almost tore my scalp off my head. "Stop it, Sierra. You are hurting me," I cried out, holding her hand to reduce the pull. "Let's see if you can prove your innocence this time around, you disgusting b***h," she said and landed a slap on my cheek, suddenly falling to the ground. She cried out like a wounded lamb and her mother came rushing in to rescue her daughter. "What is going on here?" My stepmother asked, her sharp eyes, piercing into my skin with visible hatred clothed in them. Sierra suddenly pointed her index finger at me, acting like a damaged animal. "Mom, she is a thief. She stole the priceless jewelry Jason gave to me," she muttered, and I widened my eyes in shock. Her lie hits me hard like a cannon ball. "That's not true," I defend myself. "I never asked for your opinion, stupid girl. Have you decided to act wicked because of your lacking? I should have known that you would be jealous of my daughter to the extent of stealing what her boyfriend gave her!" My stepmother barked at me. There was no use trying to convince her because she always took sides with her precious daughter. I am the bad egg, the black sheep among the white. My father came in a minute later, his stern face was enough to tell me that he was not in a good mood. He glared at me briefly before turning attention to my stepmother and Sierra. "Your daughter tried to kill my precious baby after stealing from her! I told you that she was dangerous for my baby." My stepmother surprisingly broke down in tears. They were good at their own game, always trying to manipulate their way into favor. My father's brows knitted in displeasure. I hurriedly spoke up, to clear the misunderstanding. "Dad, it is not true. I never did such a thing. Sierra is only trying to paint me black." I sought out for his validation, his protection, his trust but he looked away from me. Shattering all hope I had in him. "Fine. If she keeps insisting that she is innocent, then let's conduct a search in her room. Evidence is all that matters, right?" My stepmother said with a smug on her face. "What if you two are trying to set me up? I..." "Enough, Audrey! Do you want to prove your innocence or not?" My father roared at me. I went silent, letting them take the lead to my ghostly room. Unlike Sierra, I was instructed to sleep in the attic. A cropped up space with little ventilation. My original room was given to Sierra since she was the precious child of the family. Even though I hated it because my late mom decorated that room for me, there was no way I could protest against it. My father stopped caring about me years ago yet I still look up to him and yearn for his fatherly love. We got to my room and my stepmom scrunched her nose in disgust, as if the room was stinking. "I won't be the one to go through her things. Those filthy clothes of her are not going to touch my hands. Call another maid to do the job," my stepmother complained. I tried not to roll my eyes at her drama and let her continue with her disgusted expression. Another maid whose name is Anita joins us and starts to search my things after she was instructed to do so. Sierra and her mother stood at opposite side of the room waiting for Anita's result. My palm grows sweaty as anxiety takes over my mind. "I found something," she announced breaking the intense atmosphere.