Chapter one
THE BILLIONAIRE'S HEIRESS 👑
CHAPTER ONE
DO NOT PLAGIARIZE
Mia! Mia! " Mrs camila shouted my name from the sitting room.
"Yes ma, I'm on my way" I answered rushing out of the kitchen with her children's lunch .
" What took you so long ?" She asked fiercely glancing at her wrist watch.
" I'm so sorry ma , I was just....." My statement was interrupted by a resounding slap that sent my eyes spinning.
" Are you insane!, do you know that this stupid act off yours has made me very late for work and my children late for school as well?" She yelled glaring at me.
" I'm so sorry ma" I apologized with my head in a bow.
" " Sorry for your miserable life" She retorted and I flinched in fear.
" Now listen, this should not repeat itself again!!. I'm I making myself clear?" she said pulling my ears and I nodded. she took the lunch boxes out of my my hand.
" And one more thing, make sure to wash those clothes at the laundry before leaving for college" She ordered and I nodded again
" let's go my angels" she said to Olivia and Isabelle and they followed suite .
I heaved a sigh of relief immediately they left the house and rubbed my cheeks with my left palm while blinking back the tears that was that was threatening to fall.
I won't cry , I won't. I'm already used to this lifestyle of agony and pains.
Ever since I started living with the smiths family I've been maltreated. they adopted me from the orphanage hone when I was just three and promised to take care of me , but the reverse was the case . they punish me at every slightest mistake and beat the hell out of me even though it's against the law of this country and there's nothing I can do about it . they even threaten to stop catering for me if I try to speak up or tell someone about it. and I've gotten used to it.
" I need to hurry up and leave for college cos our lectures begin by 8:00 am" I thought as I glanced at the wall clock that hung beautifully on the wall of the sitting room. Mr and Mrs Smith never fail in their taste for perfect and attractive furnishing of their home , the sitting room was covered in a cream color painting with different beautiful and attractive paintings on each wall, including their family pictures.
The sofas were arranged in a circular form round the ceramic centre table . A 45 inches T.V set and a home theater standing directly opposite the sofa that anyone coming into the sitting room from the entrance would notice immediately. The floors were tiled in a white crescent design sparkling neatly across the room due to my incredible cleaning and arrangement . The dinning was not very far from the sitting room and staircase leading upstairs where all the rooms were located. then the kitchen which was directly opposite the dinning. everything was set.
it's 7;30 and I need to hurry up cos I'm late for college.
I hurried upstairs to freshen up and leave, the college was quite far from home and they never give me money for transportation , so I have to trek all the way to school and it's damn stressful.
I took my bath as quickly as I can, applied my cream and got dressed in a pink crop top and a blue denim jeans. I don't have much clothes anyway so I quickly scanned the last cabinet in my wardrobe and selected my flat pink shoes . just the perfect match.
I slipped my foot into them and smiled at my reflection in the mirror opposite me. My room had just a bed , a wardrobe and a dressing table. a door leading to my bathroom, it was simple yet beautifully arranged. I sat down on the chair close to my dressing table and packed my long blonde hair into a ponytail, then I applied a little powder on my face and a lip gloss on my lips . I grabbed my bag full of books from the closet and headed downstairs. I just love the simplicity of my life.
I packed the remaining pancakes I made earlier for breakfast into my bag and immediately Camila's words rang in my head " Make sure to wash those dirty clothes at the laundry before leaving for college" I recalled and bit my lower lips in anxiety. " I can't possibly wash all those clothes before leaving. I'll be late for my lectures. I'll wash them when I get back" I thought and left the house ignoring the consequences that might follow.
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" 8;30 " I said starring at my as I sighed. I'm already late, this is what I was trying so hard to avoid and now what.
I walked quietly into the lecture hall avoiding the pair of eyes starring at me including that of the male lecturer who was glaring at me. I felt all their burning gazes on me but decided to to maintain my composure as I sat down at the back seat. You know that feeling of shame when a crowd of people are just Starring at you or rather glaring, and you feel like the ground should open and swallow you?
that's exactly how I felt .
Harvey Mudd College is a private liberal arts college in Claremont California focused on science and engineering. It is a part of Claremont college which share adjoining campus ground and resources with a very large rectangular building made of glasses and a big field with few tress for shade.
Harvey Mudd ranks high in U.S news and world report . judging by class , family background and financial status I'm not meant to be here cos this college is meant for the rich and wealthy in this country due to it's expensive tuition fee and level of development and technological advancement that cannot be compared to another.
The smiths family I know cannot afford to send me to this kind of college , it's all thanks to the scholarship I got during my high school. I have a really high IQ you know. thanks to my consistent reading and researching.
One hour later, we were all done with our lectures . Since it's noon and we have no lectures, I decided to go to the cafeteria and eat, there I met different set of students eating and chatting and some operating their phones. I don't have any friends or family so I move alone with my books like a weirdo. No one wants to associate with a low life like me and I'm not up to their standards anyway . But all these doesn't stop me from being the best in my academics at least I'm well known by the lecturers for scoring high marks in any of the given tests or exams. The other students think I'm being proud or cocky despite the fact that I'm on scholarship.
I settled down on one of the vacant seats and tables and started eating, few minutes later I was interrupted by a loud bang on my table and I quietly looked up to meet a pair of eyes filled with rage
