Billionaire's Admirable Bride

Chapter 4

Olima paused at the dining room and turned to face her stepmother. She replied, "No, ma. I checked the kitchen, and there's no food stuff left."

Mia frowned, hungry, and questioned, "Why didn't you speak up since?"

Olima stared from Mia to Mrs. Gina. She had helped Mia do her assignments, and Mia was all nice and acting friendly with her. But once Mrs. Gina arrived home and Mia saw that her mother had returned, Mia switched to her mother's toxic behavior.

"Hmm. And you sat here since with Mia, watching the television. Didn't you know that you should have come to my shop to ask me for money to refill the house with food stuffs and the things you need to prepare our dinners for tonight? Or did you actually expect us to starve with you this night?" Mrs. Gina questioned with a cold glare. Olima replied, "No, mother—I mean, ma..."

Mrs. Gina opened her purse and brought out some bundle notes of money. She counted it and said, "Here's 10,000. Before I go upstairs, finish my bath, and come downstairs, make sure you've already gone to the market nearby and bought all the ingredients you'll use to prepare the vegetable soup with semovita. Else!..." Mrs. Gina's eyes narrowed at Olima again. She dropped the money on the coffee table and immediately took the stairs, going back upstairs to her bedroom.

Olima rushed into the kitchen, knowing that her stepmother wasn't joking. She searched all the kitchen containers to know the actual ingredients she would need to buy for the vegetable soup. She hurriedly rushed out from the kitchen, picked up the money from the center table, and left the house, hearing Mia subtly laughing at her as she rushed out like someone being chased.

Nathan stood up immediately as he saw Olima rush out to the gate, holding a black polythene bag to her chest, dressed in a light blue gown. Nathan quickly asked her, "Where are you rushing to, small madam?"

"Open the gates!" Olima screamed. Nathan knew that Olima was sent on an errand again, as that was how she usually ran out from the house.

Nathan opened the gate, and Olima rushed out like a mad woman. She was almost knocked down by a car driving out to exit the estate street. The car driver cussed at her: "Stupid lady! Where are you rushing to like that?"

Olima ignored the expensive red car driver cussing after her. She rushed out to the beautiful estate street and continued running up to the estate gate to go to the market.

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Inside the flashy red car sat a young, handsome black man named Justin Robert. His billionaire parents wanted him to take over their multimillion-dollar empire and real estate businesses, as his father was known for selling houses to top billionaires in their town.

Justin was a dark-skinned, handsome guy, 21 years of age. His heart flew to his lungs as he saw his car almost hit the silly lady who ran out from her parents' home. He knew that mostly the billionaire families lived in the estate.

With the sun gradually going down in the west, his car drove past her, also heading out to one of his finest hangout places—the clubhouse. Justin hated business topics and didn't seem to find anything about business interesting, except drawing and watching movies in his room, and hanging out with hot ladies ready to get down in bed with him and pleasure him as hot as he wanted.

Justin felt his dîck harden as he saw how pretty the young lady looked and how she ran carelessly, not minding how her big breasts and buttocks bounced up and down with her fast running.

Unable to see all that and look away, as Jesse drove past her, Justin ordered, "Stop the car."

"Boss..." Jesse was taken by surprise at his young master's order. He gulped and replied, "Alright, boss."

Justin wore a red long-sleeve shirt and black trousers, with black sparkling shoes. He was breathtakingly handsome and took care of his looks, knowing that first impressions matter.

Olima continued running upward to exit the estate gate as the night approached fast. She knew that her stepmother would punish her if she didn't return home early to prepare their dinner on time.

"Boss, do you need anything?" the 30-year-old impatient Jesse Andrew asked, wearing a white shirt and black trousers too.

"No, wait here," Justin replied, nervous. He saw the pretty young lady running up to his car and to exit the estate gate as well.

Justin was mostly used to ladies throwing themselves at him. Now he had to throw himself at the pretty young lady he was seeing again. He had seen her before countless times but couldn't approach her, knowing that her father would be a billionaire.

Olima didn't have time to go upstairs to change her light blue gown, which provocatively brought out all her shape. She ran up slowly after she saw that the red car from earlier—whose driver had previously cussed her—stopped, and the side door opened.

Olima thought the driver or the passenger in the red car wanted to step down and scold her for her silly action of running out into the estate street like a mad woman, not even staring ahead to see if any car was coming.

"Hi," the dark-skinned handsome young man who stepped down from the red flashy car spoke to her. Olima froze in her spot as she stared at the tall man's face standing in front of her.

"No... excuse me," Olima shook her head as she met Justin's desirous gaze on her. Before Justin could say "wait," Olima ran past him, running faster than before toward the exit gate of the estate street.

"Damn it!" Justin cursed. Jesse only smiled in the car, having stared at Olima's reaction through the driver's seat side mirror.

Justin frustratingly sat back into the car and ordered Jesse, "Start the car."

"Alright, boss," Jesse replied. He waited for Justin to hook his seatbelt properly before starting the red car engine and driving off.

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Olima's heart still beat faster in her chest. She had already exited the estate gate and gotten into a taxi. She breathed out in relief, wondering what the young man wanted from her, as she didn't know him before.

Olima calculated all the soup ingredients she would buy from the local market nearby. She knew the main market would have closed, but she could still get some foodstuffs from local sellers selling along the road.

Furthermore, Olima arrived at the market area and paid for her taxi fee. She rushed toward one of the market sellers by the roadside and bought all the ingredients she needed to prepare the delicious vegetable soup. She had only learned how to cook 5 months ago and wasn't so good at cooking, but it was still manageable.

Olima never used to cook before when her mother was still alive. Having to learn all that now that her mother was gone, she sighed and paid for all the items and vegetables she had bought. Before she could round up all her purchases from the road sellers, night had fallen. Olima frowned, knowing that her stepmother would complain.

Olima totally forgot to ask her stepmother for money earlier. With her helping Mia do her assignments from school, she totally forgot to go to her stepmother's shop, where her stepmother sells feminine wears—Mrs. Gina owned a boutique.

Olima stood waiting for a taxi to arrive, yet there was no cab to take her home while the night continued to fall.