A CHANCE TO LOVE A BILLIONAIRE

CHAPTER 12

hey everyone, I hope you are all doing well. uhm I apologize for not updating for the past 3 days, I am a bit torn out ever since my book got rejected.

So I guess I need to polish my work.

but I will be updating, once a week mainly due to school. I am currently at school and this semester is quite busy.

But I will do my best to update.

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LIYA***

She looked at me and fell back on the bed; no word could get a chance to escape her mouth because it was filled with laughter.

“You mean you were talking, and the moment he laid his hand on your shoulder, you ran away?” she struggled to speak in between her laughter.

I frowned my face at her teasing, turning away from her.

She came behind me and whispered in my ear, “the singleness in you is strong,” she burst into laughter, making me laugh unwillingly. I turned to her and hit her playfully.

“Okay, okay, I surrender,” she lifted her hands in the air.

“When I go, you will have no one to tease,” I said.

“I will be coming over to the city only to tease you,” she said, trying to hide the laughter that was about to escape her mouth.

“I do not need you,” I stated, dragging my legs off the bed.

I went to the window; it was getting dark, and I had to take the folder to Juliana.

“Escort me, I promise I will allow you to tease me for the last time,” I said, a grin forming on my lips.

“No, I told you earlier, I do not want to go there,” she said, lifting her hand towards me.

“But you are over it. Yes, she snatched your boyfriend, it is in the past,” I patted my hand on her shoulder.

“Just go, you will find me here. I will sleep with you tonight,” she smirked.

“You promise?” I asked excitedly.

“I promise. Now go, it is getting late.”

I closed the bedroom door and headed outside when I met my mother in the kitchen.

“Bye mother, I will be back soon,” I said, holding the door knob.

“Where are you going again? today you have been a nomad because you keep moving around,” she said, causing a giggle to escape my lips as I shrugged my shoulders.

“I am taking this folder to Juliana. Her father sent me to give it to her. This is the last time I am leaving the house,” I said, a smile forming on my lips.

She raised her eyebrows and squinted at me. she always did that to make me speak the truth.

A chuckle escaped my lips when I said; “I promise mother.”

“Okay go, it is getting late.”

I closed the door behind me when I left.

From my place, I had to head east to Juliana’s place.

……..

Speaking of Juliana, she and I were close before her mother, Tina, passed away.

Juliana and I knew each other when we were young; perhaps it was because both our parents were close and they also knew each other when they were young. But they always told us that what got them close together was because of their childhood boyfriend that they shared.

Juliana was one year younger than I, but when we were together, people would always think that she was older than me because her body was bigger than mine. I was the small tinny girl.

Though we were from different schools, we would always make time to see each other. We were just inseparable. I used to attend a government school while she used to attend a private school.

In many instances, I would go over to Juliana’s place to spend a night, or she would either come over to my place to spend a night. It was always fun. We would read books together and do homework before going to bed. We both loved it. It was heartwarming. She was my best friend.

But on her eighteenth birthday, my mother and her mother went to buy a cake; my mother was the one driving. On their way home, there was a truck ahead of them that switched lanes abruptly, causing my mother to lose control, hence hitting into a tree, and Juliana’s mother, Tina, died on the spot.

As anyone else would feel about losing a parent on their birthday, Juliana was shuttered.

She was more than shuttered.

She was traumatized for two weeks. In her state of trauma, the only thing she would say day and night was, “she killed my mother. Liya and her family killed my mother.”

Two weeks later after Tina’s death, my family and I went to Juliana’s place to offer our condolences, but she sent us out like dogs.

“Get out of my place. you killed my mother, and now you want to take over our place. leave us alone. I do not need your fake sympathy!” so she would say, and my mother would cry uncontrollably.

“If it was not for my careless driving, none of this would have happened,” my mother would say, while crying. It was a sad moment.

“Mother do not say that. No one knew that anything like this would happen. Don’t blame yourself,” I would comfort her, glaring into her eyes filled with pain and regret.

My father would chime in saying; “Becky, you are hurting yourself. Look at you; you don’t sleep, you don’t eat, and you are unable to take care of yourself. Stop hurting yourself, my wife please.”

“How do I be happy? I killed my friend, How do you want me to eat, sleep, and be normal? Tina is no more,” my mother would say.

“No, Becky. Don’t blame this on yourself. We all know what happened,” then the three of us would hug, tears running down our faces.

My mother could not forgive herself, she became hard on herself for seven months until I confronted Mr.Royd to talk to her and since then, she learned to forgive her self.

Time after time, we would try to speak to Juliana, but she would still send us out.

As if that was not enough; One morning, as I was washing dishes in the kitchen, I threw my glance to the road side only for my eyes to fall on Juliana.

“Juliana, what is she doing here?” I spoke to myself, my heart racing awkwardly inside my ribcage.

“Juliana is here?” my mother was startled when she heard me say that Juliana was there.

“Yes, mother, she is heading here,” I responded.

I stepped outside, my mother following me behind and stood behind the door.

“Juliana, you are welcome, please come in,” I said, forcing a smile on my face.

She stood a distance away from me, folded her arms. Her eyebrows drew together and her forehead creased.

I could not clearly read her face, but it did not seem like a good sign.

“I am not here to stay Liya,” she said, her voice trembling, with one leg forward.

I knew something was fishy.

“Okay,” I allowed the word to escape my mouth slowly, tilting my head to the other side, waiting for her to say what she came for.

I prepared my mind to what she was about to say.

“You and your mother are witches. I do not want you anywhere near my place nor near me. Stay away from me and my family. I want nothing to do with you. We are done,” my ears caught every word that escaped her lips, or rather her heart.

As I digested each word, it instead digested me. every word from her mouth cut right through my heart to my soul.

“We are over, this friendship is cut today,” tears rolled down my face as she spoke; her words felt like she was piercing me on a fresh wound.

It hurts so bad.