The popular billionaire wife is the mysterious woman

Rosalinda Pov "I don't want this to write up. How many years would I remind you?!" I flared up and threw the papers to the young lady's face. Everyone in the company knew, when I became this aggressive it would be my birthday. It was my birthday but yet I would always flare up and curse at everyone aggressively. Maybe because I was always not in a good mood on my birthdays. Perhaps because I hated birthdays being celebrated. I never celebrated my birthday with the staff. There was a time they had deliberately bought cake for me and made a big celebration but I instead, flipped the cake to the ground and warned them never to make that decision in their life. I groaned with ruffled hair, my hands were hitting the typing computer mercilessly like I wanted to break the buttons. I never wished for all of this but what did they say fate is? Who was she to stop that fate? I knew I could have stopped that fate if I hadn't requested something he couldn't get easily. I remembered vividly how I had cried when he said they wouldn't get whatever I wanted till morning but I insisted. "Dad, I'm Eighteen and you promised to get me whatever I want when I turn eighteen. I want it now. I want a burger, I want cheese, I want everything in that shop I tagged." I rant on and on but he just drove to the house. "Father!!! We are going back to that stink house! I don't like that woman!" I just couldn't stop hitting my father because he hadn't done my request. But what was I supposed to do? I didn't even get to know my mother as I growed up. And I became traumatized by my father's new wife. "I'm sorry father." I cried, my hand hitting my chest in pain. "I wished I could go back in time then we wouldn't have celebrated my birthday. I hate myself now. I hate myself." I yelled. I picked up the lighter and began to heat up my lap. Ever since my father died, I had to start getting marks all around my body. I wanted to feel that pain my father could have felt when he was dying. My phone ranged as I jolted up from my traunce, keeping the lighter. I picked up the phone and didn't say a word but the screaming voice made me shriek. "Happy birthday girlie. 23 isn't after your life but just try letting things go. Don't blame yourself for his death, I am sure he would be sad seeing you this way on your birthday. I love you." Dora yelled happily and all I could do was nod my head even though Dora wasn't seeing my reactions. "Thank you baby." I finally had something to say. "I just hope you're happy. I'm coming over to the house this evening." "For what!" I asked, I couldn't pinpoint why she was coming since I wasn't celebrating anything. "I'm your best friend girl! Have you suddenly lost your memory? I'm coming over and that final!" The call ended. As I dropped the phone, another call came in. It was from my stepmother and I was reluctant to pick the call but I just had to avoid her problems. "Happy birthday dear." Sarah beamed happily I raised my phone and checked the caller again. It was indeed her stepmother. I was shocked. Since when did Sarah start to get happy on someone else's birthday? Especially mine. What the hell was going on. "Ma…." I trailed off. "I know we are not the best to you but we have decided to keep things on the flow. You shouldn't be working yourself to stupor on your birthday. Come home as soon." Sarah said and I just started my phone without saying a word. Because I was totally speechless. Sarah had always maltreated me since my father died. They had even turned me to their slave at a time. I never had a perfect teenage year. Sarah would even curse me and say I killed her husband, who was also my father, because I wanted to get his property. Calling me a cursed child. She was one of the reasons I still held guilt in my soul. "I am quite busy." I declined. "Stop this Rosa. Come home quick and solve family issues."She said hastily and at the same time with a pleading tone. I scoffed at that statement and sighed. Who knows what they might want this time around. "Okay, I will be there anytime soon." ~~~~~ I got down from my car and stared down at my father's house. Memories came rushing as I remembered when we were both playing hide and seek. Today was his 5 years death remembrance and also my birthday. It still felt like yesterday and I still felt pain. Life sucks really hard without a father and a mother. I never even had a mother. For all I cared, I don't have a mother. I walked over to the door and I could hear music playing which made me wonder what was going on. I curiously rushed in and the next thing I saw made my mouth wide open. Flowers landed all over my face as a lot of people yelled "Happy Birthday" into my ears. I closed my eyes, trying to understand whatever was going on in here. "What is this?" I asked, I was more angry to even appreciate whatever was done in as much as I don't want all of this. "We decided to make you happy this time. We want to reconcile Rosa. This time, it is really true". She pouted her lips but all I did was scoff. I wouldn't even get into your trap this time around. "Is that why you decided to throw me a party? On dad's death anniversary? I don't want birthday's. I don't need them." I yelled angrily and her daughter Bella rushed towards me. "Rosalinda, mom made an effort just to make this a success. Why don't you appreciate her before you start nagging." She inquired. I pushed her hands off my shoulder and fired at them. They didn't understand the pain I went through . Everything I had to remember today was my birthday and it was also my father's death anniversary. "I thought you would understand! Why are you doing this?" I questioned, tears threatening to fall down my face as I tried not to recall any dime. "I'm doing this because I want us to make a good start and I want you to forget about your f….. "No! I don't want anything! No even yours…" Before I could end my statement, a light slap landed on my face and I winced in pain. "You slapped me."