Twisted Fate

Jackie and Jerome exchange glances. What sort of conspiracy was going on between Lisa and her father.

Jackie was surprised. Her husband has this side of himself? He is ambitious and wants to own everything that belonged to the Foster family?

He really pushed his daughter to become a white on Alex’s bed just because he wanted to get hold of the young man’s inheritance?

How long has this been going on between the father and daughter pair? She didn’t know the man she married was a beast.

A covetous wretch. She was furious and pushed him off, holding the sobbing Lisa in her arms.

“What kind of a father are you? How can you send your daughter into such an act? Now listen and listen very well, Nicolas…”Jackie was going to continue when Nicolas yelled at her.

“She’s my daughter. And I must use her as a pawn to get what I desire. And for your information, no one, I meant no one, not even you can stop me”

Jackie was taken aback.

She can’t exactly say that Nicolas loved her. There had always been that woman in his heart, who stole his love away.

But she didn’t expect that he wasn’t going to love his own daughter as well. What’s there about women that he detested them so much?

Jackie looked at the pitiful condition of her daughter as she sobbed. What has this girl done to have a terrible man like Nicolas as her father.

“Why are you doing this to your own daughter, Nicolas?”Jackie asked, her eyes tearing up and she would join her daughter in a sob.

“On the contrary, what I expected is that you ask why a daughter will not be able to fulfil a simple assignment assigned to her by her father” Nicolas seethed.

Nicolas glared at his wife and daughter with bloodshot eyes. How can he tell her why he was doing all he did?

No one knows his pain all these years. He desires and how being poor made him lose the woman he loved most in this world.

He took his love away because he had the power of wealth. He must take everything away, the table must turn around.

It hurts him the most now because that woman who he loved was no more. He could give his life away in exchange for hers, but she didn’t give him a chance.

“You must do all you can to get back to Alex Foster otherwise, heads would roll” Nicolas threatened and walked past his family, going upstairs.

Jackie was spellbound.

What kind of a devil has Nicolas become? He really reassigned her to chase Alex all over again? He wants to force his daughter on a man who already has a wife?

“Lisa, you can’t do it. Don’t follow your father’s instructions…”Jackie was coaxing her daughter when Lisa stood up, and walked out on her mother.Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

Jackie knew then and there that Lisa was going to do exactly what her father had instructed.

The fact that she hid the truth about the conspiracy against Alex implies that she would go ahead and do whatever she could.

Jackie started sobbing. She had lost that sweet innocent daughter she had to Nicolas mischievousness.

Jerome just stood and watched everything that unfolded before him. The words, the violent and the threatening as if it’s a drama.

But why are the characters in the drama people that are closest to him? Is it true that his father was using Lisa for a hidden agenda?

How can dad do that to his only daughter? Didn’t he see how ridiculed Lisa had been already?

He was still sending her to continue from where she stopped, chasing Alex Foster, a man now married to another woman?

This is total madness. His father has gone mad and Lisa is totally out of her mind.

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As Ella laid on her bed, ruminating over all that had happened, she saw a text message popped up on her phone.

A message? She took her phone and logged in. She sighed softly when she saw the message was from her friend Rosa.

Congratulations bestie. Never knew you were the boss’ woman.

Will Rosa be unhappy that she didn’t disclose the identity of her husband to her, until she heard it from the news?

She would apologise to her. Rosa is friendly and kind-hearted. She definitely would understand.

But the most astonished person was Bill. He logged into the internet and saw that Alex Foster, the handsome billionaire and President of the Foster corporation, was married.

His pictures and Ella’s were displayed on the net. When, how? She was married just like that?

They broke up not quite long and a couple of weeks ago, she came to him, asking him to lend her some money.

Within that day to the present, she got married to such a wealthy man? Not convinced, he went further and saw the date they were married, June 12th.

He squinted, if he remembered correctly, she came to him on the 10th of June. Two days after she came to him, she became married?

Ah ha… no wonder. He had been wondering why Ella didn’t return to him and accept his request in exchange for the money.

She found a better option. She gave herself to that womaniser in the name of marriage and possibly saved her mother?

What then is the difference? He would have had it, and then given her the money. She would have saved herself and still be free, rather than entangling herself in some kind of bondage in the name of marriage.

For refusing him, he would do whatever he can, to see her feel more uncomfortable with that union. She must wish she had come to him and accepted his offer.

He would make sure that she regrets her actions. She would come crawling to him and asking him to take her to his bed eventually.

The next morning, Ella opened her eyes as the sun rays poured in through her window blinds.

It’s morning again, a new day and a new opportunity. She’s now known as Mrs Foster to the citizens of New York and its environs.

She hadn’t completed her thesis yet. She needed to be serious with her studies so that she could be thorough with her academic works as soon as possible.

As promised, Alex paid her the monthly salary. But this time, he doubled her salary. Ella was impressed.

She was still in bed when she heard a knock on her door, she stood up and went to get the door.

“Good morning madam” Ms. Cooker greeted, bowing slightly before Ella.

“Good morning Ms Cooker” Ella replied, yawning. Ms Cooker said Mr Foster was downstairs, and asked that she join him.

Ella said ok. She would join him soon. She went to have her bath and soon joined him. She saw Alex was seated in the sitting room, obviously waiting for her indeed.

“Good morning hubby,” Ella said, taking her seat. She took the seat next to him and Alex replied “Good morning wifey”

He started by apologising to her for any embarrassment he caused her the previous day. Then next he asked “why have you refused to pick a car from the garage?”

“I don’t need it,” Ella answered flippantly. She hasn’t even gone viral with her marriage to him, and yet she would have started using his car like some gold diggers.

Alex turned sideways and glanced at her for a few seconds and sighed softly. He still doesn’t understand this woman.

His wealth doesn’t interest her. She treated him as if he was not the most sought after dude among young ladies and women.

If it were some women, they would jump at every single thing they can own or get from him, but not Ella.

She wouldn’t take a car, despite him telling her to pick any one of her choice. He asked and the butler told him that she didn’t even care about where the garage was located.

He certainly knew that if it hadn’t been because of her mother’s health condition, she would never accept his proposal or better still, she might have lashed a slap across his face again.

Some women are just dreaming that he should wave at her or just smile and their day would be made. Yet, she, that he married, doesn’t see anything special about him.

Her eyes had no Expression of love neither does she look impressed whenever she looks at him. She’s just different from other women.

“Things have to be different now Ella. You are the young madam of the Foster family and you need to appear as such.

Please, don’t put on those cheap dresses you brought into this Mansion again. And henceforth, you have been assigned a new chauffeur…” Alex explained.

“I meant it when I say I don’t need anything from you. Our deal was that you pay my mother’s hospital bills and I bear your last name Foster.

Whatever is outside that deal, I don’t want it. Like I said, I don’t like you a bit. Just here to complete the contract period and return to my life of freedom” Ella replied.

Her words hit Alex very hard. She wasn’t going to take advantage of this marriage and become a classy woman?

How can she say she doesn’t like him a bit? Well, he doesn’t like her at all anyways. But for this period of their marriage, he would keep up with the pretence.

Alex glanced at her and said “know your place Mrs Foster”

“I don’t give a damn about your last name Foster. If you are not comfortable with me, you can decide to end the marriage.

As a matter of fact, I feel suffocated in this lifeless marriage. I am not used to this kind of life. If you don’t mind, can we divorce sooner than the year agreed upon” Ella demanded.

An hour later, Ella walked out of the Mansion and saw a man dressed in a chauffeur uniform. She squinted and would have passed but Ms Cooker following behind said:

“Madam, this is the new chauffeur that Mr Foster has employed to drive you wherever you want to go”

She looked at the latest Maybach that Alex had gotten for her or perhaps was brought out from his garage.

Whichever one it is, she had made it clear to him that she is not interested in his car. She can take care of herself. Besides, hopping from one taxi to another, meant nothing to her.

“I won’t be riding in any of Alex’s cars. I already made him understand that” Ella answered.

She looked at the middle aged man who might just be a few years younger to her dad, and then at the black Maybeach.

“Please ma’am, I am really excited about getting this job. If you say no, I will fall out of job again.

I have a pregnant wife and a little daughter to look after. I needed this job badly” the chauffeur pleaded.