Mission To The Billionaire

ChapterThree

Lucia stood in the middle of the sitting room, clutching her cleaning duster, her eyes sweeping across the intricate details of the ornate chandelier and the polished marble floors. As she admired the opulence surrounding her, she couldn't help but let her mind wander to the man who owned this magnificent abode - Mr. Smith.

"What a shame it is that I am merely a housekeeper in this beautiful mansion. If only things had turned out differently". Lucia said to herself, with a tinge of sadness.

She shook her head, trying to banish the memories that threatened to overpower her. But they were persistent, gripping her heart and echoing in her mind.

"If only Fred hadn't revealed my past to Mr. Smith. We would have been together, as husband and wife, living in this very place. Instead, I'm left as just a housekeeper". She whispered, lost in her thoughts.

As she continued her survey of the house, Lucial's mind drifted to Emily, the woman who Mr. Smith had chosen and married instead of her..

"I wonder who she is. How did Mr. Smith manage to keep their relationship a secret from me all this time? How did he deceive me into believing that there was no one else in his life?" Lucia pondered.

A pang of bitterness swept over Lucia mingling with her overwhelming regret. She couldn't help but envision the life that could have been, had circumstances been different.

"He would have married me, and not the so-called Emily. I would have been his wife, and not just a housekeeper. I would have taken care of this amazing mansion, not as an employee, but as a partner. We would have built a life together, filled with happiness and love". Lucial sighed.

As the weight of her emotions threatened to overwhelm her, Lucia turned her thoughts to the pain she had endured due to Mr. Smith's rejection. She continued her duties, knowing that her interactions with Mr. Smith would remain professional. But deep down, a part of her couldn't help but wonder what could have been.

"I may be just a housekeeper now, but in an alternate reality, I could have been his wife. It's a hurtful reminder of the love I lost and the life that slipped through my fingers" Lucia whispered, a touch of longing in her voice.

As she continued to dust Smith's room, her mind was consumed with thoughts of who this mysterious Emily could be. "I wish I could have a glance of this Emily"

She couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy and betrayal. The absence of any pictures on the walls only intensified her curiosity and frustration. It was as if Smith had purposefully erased all memories of his marriage to Emily.

In a stroke of luck, Lucia's eyes fell upon a photo album resting on the desk. It was concealed beneath a pile of books, perhaps forgotten or purposely hidden. Intrigued, Angel decided to investigate further. Slowly and gently, she opened the album and was met with a flood of emotions as she saw pictures capturing the happy moments of Smith and Emily's wedding day.

"What! Is this real?" Shock consumed Lucia as she stared at the woman she had called her roommate, Emily. The realization hit her like a ton of bricks.

"My boyfriend, Smith, had been secretly dating my closest friend while we were together, and I didn't find out?" She asked herself. The betrayal she felt was overwhelming, the trust she had given Smith immediately shattered into a million pieces.

Lucia clenched her fists, anger and hurt radiating through her. "How could Smith have two-timed us both? He rejected me for something in my past while he was dating my friend? This is crazy and unfathomable" Lucia cried,

Lucia slammed the photo album shut. Her hatred for Smith intensified, replaced by an additional burning desire for revenge. "Smith, I will surely make you pay for playing with my emotions and betraying my trust. I thought I was the devil here but never knew you were worse", she cried.

"I trusted you, Smith! How could you do this to me?" Lucia muttered through gritted teeth, her voice filled with anger. Her mind filled with the sad memories of her painful solitary journey after his rejection.

She visualized herself on the outskirts of Rome, in a completely unfamiliar environment with no support system..

"I have really suffered. I had no money to rent an apartment and had to settle for a rundown, small room in a dilapidated building. The walls were peeling, the furniture was old, and there were constant leaks from the roof", Lucia muttered to herself.

"Finding employment was another hurdle for me. Potential employers were reluctant to hire me because everyone believed I was a thief. I had a tarnished reputation because of my past life.. I faced rejection after rejection. I took up menial jobs to make ends meet, earning meager wages that barely covered my basic necessities. Yet the man who caused me this hardship lived in affluence", Lucia continued in her solitary reflection.

"People avoided me, whispered behind my back as I passed.. My past life stained my reputation, making it impossible to build any meaningful relationships or connections. Smith is wicked for rejecting me when he knows he is worse than me", Lucia cried, uncontrollable hot tears rolled down her cheeks.

"The shame and humiliation were overwhelming. If not for Mrs. Lucy, I'm sure I would have been dead by now", Lucia said, her mind racing back to her encounter with a good Samaritan.

On this particular day, she went out searching as usual, if she could get any menial job to do. It was as if fate was on her side that day, for as Angel trudged further, she stumbled upon a modest poultry farm. A sign on the fence read, "Lucy's Poultry Farm."

Curiosity piqued, Angel pushed open the gate and entered the farm. She wandered through the rows upon rows of chicken coops, the smell of feathers and manure filling the air. Suddenly, a stout woman with kind eyes approached her.

"Hello there," the woman said, her voice warm and inviting. "Are you lost?"

Angel shook her head, her voice small. "No, ma'am. I...I just stumbled upon this place. It's quite lovely."

The woman smiled, extending her hand. "I'm Mrs. Lucy. And you are?"

"Angel," she replied, hesitant but hopeful.

Mrs. Lucy's eyes softened, and she took a moment to observe Angel. "Angel," she repeated thoughtfully. "Come, let's walk and talk. Perhaps there's something we can do for each other."

They strolled through the farm, the clucking of chickens surrounding them. Angel told Mrs. Lucy about her struggles, about how no one wanted to associate with her due to her past mistakes.

Mrs. Lucy listened intently, her expression filled with empathy. "Angel, I believe in second chances," she said gently. "I have a small job available on the farm. It won't pay much, but it'll give you a fresh start."

Angel's eyes widened with gratitude. "You...you would do that for me?"

Mrs. Lucy nodded, a determined gleam in her eyes. "Everyone deserves a chance to rebuild their life, Angel. And if you're willing to work hard, I'm willing to help you. You can stay here on the farm too, in one of the cabins. Consider it a fresh start."

Tears of relief streamed down Angel's face as she hugged Mrs. Lucy tightly. "Thank you, thank you so much. I won't let you down."

And so, Angel began her job in the poultry farm. Each morning, she woke up with a renewed sense of purpose, tending to the chickens and learning the ropes of the trade. Mrs. Lucy was patient, teaching her the skills she needed to know. Then came the opportunity to work for Smith.

Lucia's mind raced as she planned her next move. She had to make sure Smith regretted the day he ever deceived both her and Emily. She needed to punish him without mercy, just as he had callously disregarded her feelings.

With newfound determination, Lucia began to gather her thoughts and devise a plan. She vowed to dismantle every ounce of happiness Smith felt, just as he had done to her.

"He won't get away with this. I'll make sure he pays for his lies," Lucia mumbled to herself, a fire burning in her eyes.