The Billionaire I Fell In Love With

Mrs Helen panicked as she glanced at the wall clock for the nineteenth time. Arusha is not yet back.

It’s several hours past closing time.

He’s not someone who stays out late and not now that he knows she’s the only one at home. Even if Arusha wants to go out, he doesn’t go out in his school wears, he’ll come home, get changed, tell everyone of his movement and then leave.

He’s not even picking his calls, which made her more worried. He had promised her that he’ll be home early.

She’s feeling so pressed, she couldn’t help herself to the bathroom.

The pain in her leg was still to much for her to be able to walk on her own. She was on a wheelchair.

Tears filled her eyes as she thought about how Irish will feeling when they finally break the news to her. Arusha had insisted on letting Irish know, but she had said no.

Mrs Helen and her husband had been involved in a motor accident two days ago, her Husband wasn’t lucky as he died on the spot and she, Mrs Helen, had a very deep cut that paralyzed her left leg.

Arusha had to ran all the way from school to the hospital she was admitted and had cried bitterly.

The injury the accident left on her leg wasn’t her problem. Her problem was the scar the accident left in her heart, by taking away her beloved husband.

Arusha wanted to call Irish immediately but she had pleaded with him not to.

“Irish deserves a better life. How do you think she’ll feel if you break the news of your father’s death to her?”

Mrs Helen refused to stay in the hospital for long so she was assigned on a wheelchair and the doctors have informed her, she needed to undergo a surgery. Where’s the money?.

Tears ran down her cheeks, she had actually lied to Irish on her last call that her father was just a little sick and will be okay.

When did she became a lier?

She had planned on leaving Singapore and move to California, where she can unite with Irish and maybe try being happy again.

But still, one day , Irish is going to realize her father was no more, and she, her mother was paralyzed. The fear of Irish hating her for hiding it from her kills her heart.

She dry her tears, she was pissed but can’t move out from the bedroom. She was on a wheelchair and that had completely changed her life as she can’t walk on her own again.

She glanced at the wall clock once more.

“I think I’m going to call irish” She said so worriedly. She realized her phone was on the bed.

She had dropped it there when she tried wheeling herself to the bathroom.

She was about wheeling herself towards her bed when she heard the front door opened and closed.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

She quickly turned to the door hoping it’s Arusha.

Who else?

It should be him.

Her room door opened and Arusha rushed in. She couldn’t help but feel relieved.

“Mum I’m so sorry ” He said.

His face wasn’t so bright like always.

“It’s fine, take me to be bathroom first” Mrs Helen said.

Mrs Gabrielle laughed hard.

She was preparing dinner with Irish and irish was filling her in on what happened in the midnight…

“My heart almost left my body when Mr Ethan yanked the curtain open” Irish said, slicing the onions.

Mrs Gabrielle laughed harder and Irish started laughing too.

“Am i missing something?” Ethan walked into the kitchen interrupting their laughter.

He wore a white tee-shirt which didn’t do a good job in concealing his abs, they showed effortlessly and Irish blushed when her eyes caught with his.

He had caught her staring at him.

Damn! Now he’s gonna think she’s like those nannies.

She blinked severally and faced the onions she was dicing but he kept appearing in her head. He wore blue shorts which revealed his perfectly long legs laced with black curly hair.