chapter 2
1064 Words
Melody pov
I wonder when my life will finally turn around. All I want is to be rich—filthy rich—without lifting a finger. But of course, that's not possible, not with the family I come from. Poor as dirt.
Why couldn’t I have been born into a billionaire family? Seriously, it would’ve made life so much easier.
I sighed, sinking deeper into my bed, letting my imagination take over. If I can’t be rich in real life, at least I can be rich in my head.
I was happily living my fantasy when the door slammed open. In came my annoying sister, Milly, ruining everything.
“Do you ever knock?” I snapped, glaring at her.
She just stared at me, unimpressed.
“What do you want, Milly?” I asked, still sprawled on the bed.
“You’re still sleeping at this hour? Your life is truly pathetic,” she said, her words hitting me like nails on a chalkboard.
I frowned. She really knows how to ruin a good day before it even starts.
“Here, take this,” she said, tossing a flyer onto my bed. “Not like you’ll actually do anything about it, but at least pretend to be responsible for once. Stop sleeping all day and find something to do with your life.”
“What is this?” I asked, squinting at the flyer.
“Read it and find out,” she retorted before walking out, leaving me fuming.
“I swear, I’ll be the one to kill her someday,” I muttered under my breath, picking up the flyer.
It was a job vacancy. Babysitting.
“A babysitter?” I scoffed. “More like a nanny.”
Still, it didn’t sound too bad. Just watching over some kids, right? How hard could it be?
“Well, Melody! it’s time to make some money,” I told myself as I rolled out of bed. If I ever want to become a billionaire, I have to start somewhere.
I shuffled into the bathroom, brushing my teeth as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. “What’s the point of having a gorgeous face if I’m broke?” I muttered, rolling my eyes.
After my bath, I dried off, applied lotion, and slipped into some comfortable clothes. My hair? Packed into a quick ponytail. I didn’t have time to waste.
“This is it, Melody. Your journey to greatness starts now,” I said dramatically as I walked out of my room, clutching the flyer like it held the key to my destiny.
I saw my mom in the kitchen, busy with something, while my sister Milly stood beside her, helping out.
“Where are you going?” Mom asked, her face showing clear surprise.
I didn’t blame her. Waking up early to do anything wasn’t exactly my style.
“I’m coming,” I said quickly, avoiding her gaze as I slipped past and headed out the door.
Outside, I flagged down a cab, feeling confident—until it hit me. I didn’t have any money for the fare. My excitement deflated instantly.
There was no way I could walk all the way to the address on the flyer, but I hated the idea of going back inside to ask Mom for money. As I stood there, stuck and frustrated, Milly came strolling toward me with a smug look on her face.
“I knew it,” she said, crossing her arms. “You’re out here pretending you have money, aren’t you?”
I opened my mouth to protest, but she cut me off.
“Here,” she said, shoving some cash into my hand. “But don’t think you’re getting this for free. If you get the job, I’m taking it back—every last penny.”
She turned and walked away before I could respond.
“Thank you!” I yelled after her, loud enough for the entire neighborhood to hear.
She waved a hand dismissively without turning around. Milly could be annoying, sure, but sometimes she was downright helpful.
With a grin, I stopped the cab again and handed the flyer to the driver, showing him the address. He nodded, and I climbed in.
The ride felt longer than it should have, probably because I spent the entire time rehearsing what I’d say during the interview. “Hi, I’m Melody. I’m great with kids, super responsible...” I winced. That last part was debatable, but I’d cross that bridge when I got to it.
The cab pulled up to a large house in a quiet, upscale neighborhood. I hesitated for a moment, staring at the place. This is where I’m supposed to work? I gasped as I stared at the Mansion infront of me.
There was no doubt about it—these people were filthy rich. The size of the mansion alone screamed money.
The cab driver honked, snapping me out of my thoughts. “Oh, sorry, sir,” I said quickly, handing him the cash before stepping out and walking toward the gate.
I knocked, waiting for someone to open it, but there was no response. No security guard in sight.
“Well, okay then,” I muttered, deciding to let myself in. I pushed the gate open and stepped inside.
The moment I entered the compound, I froze. A large dog stood just a few feet away, its sharp eyes locked on me.
Oh no.
I stood rooted to the spot, praying it wouldn’t come any closer. But, of course, it did.
The dog started trotting toward me, and panic shot through my veins.
“Nice doggy. Stay right there,” I whispered, backing away slowly.
Then it barked, and I bolted.
I ran around the mansion like a lunatic, the dog hot on my heels. “I don’t want to die! Not like this!” I yelled, my voice echoing through the massive yard.
I rounded a corner and saw a man stepping out of a sleek car. Without thinking, I sprinted toward him and jumped onto him, wrapping my arms around his neck in pure desperation.
“Help me!” I shrieked.
But instead of helping, he shoved me off, and I landed on the ground with a painful thud.
“Are you crazy?” I yelled, glaring up at him from where I sat, rubbing my sore backside.
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