The Billionaire's Wife

“Belle, take this order to table 3.” My manager said. I quickly took the order and bring it to the table. “Here are your orders, ma'am and sir.” While serving the dishes without looking at them. “Clarabelle, is that you?” The woman said. I looked at the woman who ordered it and saw that it was one of my classmates, Cynthia. “Working part-time, again?” She said. Cynthia is a very popular girl in our University and she is also known for bullying students that were accepted because of the scholarship, and students who are not in their ‘league’. I didn't answer Cynthia's question because I know where this is going. She will just insult me like she always does, especially now that she is with all of our classmates. “Where do you think you're going?” She said when I was about to leave their table so I face her again. “Do you need anything else?” I asked her politely. She laughed with our classmate. “Why are you doing part-time jobs? Run out of money? If I was you, I would kill myself for being poor. I can't even imagine myself working as a waitress.” She said looking at me from head to toe. “Same here. Just look at her! She is a waitress here but she is not even wearing make-up! My family owns this restaurant and I know that we have a policy here that everyone who faces the customer should wear makeup to look presentable. If you are not wearing a uniform, I will think that you are here to beg for some spare change or ask for leftovers.” Abegail said the daughter of the owner of this restaurant. I am so stupid for not remembering that she is the daughter of the owner and that she is friends with this devil Cynthia. She raised her hand calling the manager's attention. My tears are starting to fall from my eyes and they looked at me with disgusted looks on their face. “What is the problem here, miss Abigail?” The manager asked and looked at me. “Who hired this pathetic woman in our restaurant? Look at her! She doesn't even fit to be a waitress here. She looks like a janitor here! Are you trying to ruin the reputation of our restaurant?” She said angrily to the manager. The manager looked at me, saying that I should go away so I left their table and went inside the kitchen. I am also one of the students who got accepted because of the scholarship and out of the students who they bully, it seems like I am their favorite. They humiliate me more in front of other students just because I was poor. “Why are you not even wearing makeup?!” The manager asked in a loud voice. “Sorry, sir. I don't have any makeup.” I answer honestly. I don't have any money to buy makeup. Even if I have extra, I need to save it just in case I get short in the future and it's not even enough to buy makeup. “You are fired. This is your payment for 2 hours of working.” My manager said handing me a white envelope. I looked at him shocked. I was getting fired for not wearing makeup and because the owner's daughter doesn't like me. “Don't look at me like that! It's not my fault that you are poorer than poor and you are lucky that I'm kind because I still gave your pay even though the owner's daughter said that I should not pay you.” He said and left. I didn't follow him to argue and just left the restaurant. I took the money outside the envelope, 20 bucks. At least I got paid for my 2 hours. When I entered our room, my roommate s***h best friend pulled me excitedly. “What's wrong? Why are you so dressed?” Looking at her because she is wearing a sleeveless halter and her cleavage is very visible. “We are going out tonight, my treat. I heard that you got fired and you feel awful so we need to go out.” She said showing me a tassel sleeveless patchwork. “I am not in the mood and you'll just gonna make me carry you all the way here again,” I said, rolling my eyes. The last time that I went out with her and got so drunk. A guy almost took advantage of her but it's a good thing that I was with her at that time and I had to carry her home because she was so drunk to walk. “Pleaseeeee! I don't want to go alone, Bellie!” She said with puppy eyes and I laughed at her expression. “Ok, Claire. I am going with you but drink moderately.” I said and stood up to change. I change to a white tassel sleeveless patchwork dress and just curled my hair. I am only putting on lipstick, the only makeup I have and it was given by claire. “You look beautiful, Belle.” Claire praise me. I don't think I am beautiful or ugly, I think I am average. We arrived at the club and the bouncer just let us through without even waiting in line because Claire is the owner of this club. Yes, she is the owner. She loves to go to a club and her parents gave her this club as a gift on her birthday, thinking that this will also let her practice running a business. Some of our schoolmates are inside the club and they are all staring at me with a disgusted look. “Look at that gold digger.” I heard one of them say. “I know right. She is just friends with Claire because she is rich and she is a poor b***h who wants money out of her. All of the students at the University think that Clarabelle is a gold digger because she is friends with Claire. She only wants the benefits of having a rich friend but Claire knows that it is not true because whenever they hung out, Belle always wants to pay for herself. Even if she offers her some help financially, she only rejects it politely. Claire went straight to the student who are nothing but some lowlife and slap the two girls who said Belle is a gold digger. “Don't act like you are rich because your family only owns a small-time business that I can buy whenever I want but I don't want to do so much work because your family business is at its peak of bankruptcy. Soon, you are one of the laughing stock here also and why are you even here? Get out of my club because I don't want someone with a failing grade and business here so get lost.” Claire said while looking at the girl who seems like she was about to cry. Clarabelle was shocked at how her friend fought for her. She knows Clarabelle, she doesn't insult people with a low background but when it comes to her, it's like Claire is a tiger. “Let's go and have some drinks,” Claire said to me cheerfully as if nothing happened. I laughed and followed her to the bar as she orders some drinks for us. The loud music is blaring at the club and there are a lot of drunk people who are now losing control of themselves, making out and dancing sexily with strangers. “Let's go dance, Belle,” Claire said as she stand and start dancing. “You go ahead,” I said smiling at her. I had a lot more drinks than I expected and I can say that I'm a little bit drunk. She said ok and walked into the dance floor. I stayed at the bar with a drink with an empty glass in front of me. “Can I sit here?” A guy said. The guy looks handsome and nice but I don't know him so I just nodded as a response. I know this guy, this is Shawn Benavides. He is one of the popular guys in the University and every woman in school would spread their legs for him but I am not one of them and so is Claire. Claire turned him down many times and just gave up in humiliation. “What are you doing here all alone, beautiful.” He asked, trying to flirt. “Can I have a drink? Anything will do.” I said to the bartender, ignoring Shawn. I noticed that Shawn gave the bartender a weird look but when I looked at him he just smiled at me in a flirty manner o I just shrugged it off. The bartender gave me an orange-looking drink and I tasted it. It was awful at first but slowly it became delicious. It has a fruity taste to it and I liked it so I ordered another one after I finished a glass. Shawn kept on flirting with me but I also kept on ignoring him. I kept on drinking and I felt woozy. “Are you ok? Let me take you.” Shawn said, holding my both shoulder. I know Shawn so it's not best to go with him if I want to keep my virginity with me so brushed his hands off me but he kept on insisting. I felt woozy so I can't fight him that much and the way he is holding me is starting to hurt me. “b***h, just come with me already!” Shawn said forcing me to come with him. “Stop it, you are hurting me!” I said. I am tipsy but I know what I am doing. His hands were suddenly not on me, any more and he is now on the floor with a bleeding nose. I looked at the guy who punched him, he is tall and handsome. He looks a few years older than us. “Get lost if you still want to keep your background.” He said. I woke up with a shitty headache. I sat up while massaging my forehead. I looked at the nightstand beside the bed, there was a glass of orange juice and a plate of bacon, egg, and bread. I took the orange juice and drink it. I am so thirsty, I think I got so drunk last night that I forgot how I went home. I took the bread and bite it. I jumped while still sitting on my bed and realized that it's much softer now. I shrugged it off and was about to have a bite again when I realized that I am not in my room. I looked around with panic rising. “WHERE THE f**k AM I?!?!” I shouted. I looked around the room and saw that I am in a hotel room. I also looked at the nightstand and saw a note beside the plate. “Good morning, my beautiful wife. Have breakfast before you leave. xoxo,” I read the note. Wtf? What does he mean by wife? I was worried about what happened last night but I was more worried when I took the comforter out of my body. I AM NAKED!