“GET OUT OF MY HOUSE, PROSTITUTE. I DON’T EVER WANT TO SEE YOU AROUND THIS PLACE AGAIN.”
[Laughter]
Nathan Douglas, a billionaire who could afford almost anything in this world—the most expensive and fastest cars, newly built skyscrapers, private jets, and luxuries beyond imagination. Yet there was one thing he could not buy. The one thing that truly completes a man: a good woman.
He had already had more than enough wicked women—gold diggers who loved only what he had and what he could offer, women attracted to his wealth and social status, not to him. And then there was his ex-fiancée, Michelle, a woman who had hurt him immeasurably in ways he had never been able to tell anyone. She was also the woman his mother had been relentlessly trying to force back into his life.
Nathan lowered his eyes to the card in his hands. It was an invitation to his mother’s fiftieth birthday celebration. The invitation was formal, clearly designed so he would have no excuse to decline.
Nathan exhaled slowly, his jaw tightening. He knew his mother’s agenda. He could already picture the evening: Michelle appearing somewhere in the crowd, his mother smiling proudly as if she had orchestrated a grand reunion.
But he would not allow it.
Still, what could he do? He had to find a way to escape his mother’s matchmaking once again.
On the other side of the state, Catherine stepped out of the small house, fully dressed. Her aunt and the woman’s two daughters stood outside in the compound.
“Auntie, I’m ready,” Catherine said happily, smoothing down her gown.
“Ready for where?” her aunt asked sarcastically.
The two girls beside her burst into giggles, covering their mouths as they stared at Catherine’s oversized gown.
“For the carnival, Auntie. I heard from Susan that it’s today.”
“And so?” her aunt snapped sharply. “The carnival is today, and you want to go where? Look at this stupid girl. I can see you’re starting to grow wings.”
She shook her head in irritation.
“If not for my late husband, whose only wish was that I keep you here, I would have chased you out of this house long ago.”
Catherine lowered her eyes quietly.
“Go and sell those bags of sachet water I bought from Mama Ejiro,” the woman continued harshly. “There are twenty bags. Make sure you sell everything.”
She clicked her tongue.
“Nonsense girl.”
Then she turned to her daughters.
“Let’s go.”
The three of them walked out of the compound, their laughter fading as they disappeared down the street.
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