MY POSSESSIVE MR. BILLIONAIRE

CHAPTER 1

LILY'S  POV :-

"Hahahaha," the sweet laughter of my five year old daughter Isabelle, or in short Belle, was like sweet music to my ear. My love, my Belle, was playing in the park with many other little children who regularly visited the park with their parents or guardians. My Belle is my chubby, sweet and lively girl. I am so lucky to have her in my life. I always thank God for that day, when he made me meet my little girl in the street waste container. But at the same time I am also sad for her that her real parents dumped her in that waste container. How can a mother/father or both be so cruel to dump their newborn, who maybe only one hour old, in the waste container? No child deserves this. Every child deserves to be treated properly by their family or parents. But who am I to blame? I, myself, is an orphan, who doesn't even know who her parents are. Yes, I am an orphan. My parents too dumped me in the waste container when I was only a day old. A man, while walking on the streets, found me crying in the waste container and informed police. The police then admitted me to an orphanage. Thinking how do I know all of these, when I was barely one day old? Well, the in charge and the so called care giver of the orphanage, Ms. Merrisa told me about all the things that had happened to me. Thinking why so called? Because she is nothing other than a nightmare. She is 50 years old and has spent 25 years of her life in that orphanage. For 50 years old woman, you all might be thinking that she will be a sweet and caring mother figure. But let me tell you one thing that she is anything but a caring mother figure. She is evil and just cares about money. She just cares for herself and her money. What about her family? Well, she is yet single and doesn't have children of her own to realize the value and importance of children in one's life. She treats the children in orphanage like trash. I was only 5 years old when she started giving me work which she used to distribute among the orphanage children. You are free till you turn 5. But as soon as you turn 5, your life is nothing but a living hell in that orphanage. We, the children of the orphanage, used to do all the chores of the orphanage, like washing clothes, cleaning the whole two storey orphanage, cooking food, cleaning vessels, and much more by ourselves, till we got tired as hell. And even after we got tired, we were not allowed to take any rest till we completed what we were ordered to do. Many times, when Ms. Merrisa used to come to the orphanage late at night, after getting wasted in alcohol and fucking some unknown stranger, she used to beat us to the death. We cried and sobbed, but there was no one to hear our cries, as the orphanage was owned by her family. And not only Ms. Merrisa, but even her nephews and nieces too used to beat us for enjoyment when they sometimes visited us in the orphanage. And for the cherry on the top, I was even bullied by some evil children of the orphanage. I was forced to complete their tasks too, after I was finished with my tasks. They used to make fun of me as I was a shy and naive girl. In short, my life was just a living hell.

When I turned 18, Ms. Merrisa kicked me out of the orphanage without even giving me a single penny. I was devastated and had no idea how to survive in this world. After almost three days of starving without any food and sleeping on the benches in the parks, I finally found a job in a local cheap restaurant as a waitress. The owner of the restaurant was a lovely and sweet old couple. I begged them to give me a job in their restaurant, and luckily at that time, they were in a need of a waitress for their restaurant. So they gave me that job and I enjoyed working for them. They used to treat me like their own daughter. After a few days of sleeping in the restaurant itself, I finally saved enough money to rent a cheap apartment for myself. I spent almost one year working for them as a waitress and everything was going fine, until one day, while going home from the restaurant, I was met with a cry of a newborn child. It was dark and almost midnight, so there was no one other than me in that street. I followed the direction of the sound and was met with a beautiful blue pair of eyes. Someone had dumped her in the waste container. I took her in my arms and immediately something inside me urged me to protect her from this evil world. Her story was just like me, dumped by her own parents. But I pledged to never let her live the life that I had lived till I was 18. My motherly feeling was born at that time and I decided to adopt her as my baby girl. But I was scared whether the court will make me her legal guardian or not, as I didn't earn enough money to even fulfill my own needs. I was afraid of letting her given to some orphanage just like me. So I did what I thought was right at that time. I never visited the court for her legal guardianship. Yes, I have illegally adopted her as my own daughter. And till today, I am afraid that her parents might somehow find her and take her away from me. Now back to the old times, as the owners of the restaurant knew that I was not pregnant, I immediately left that job and never returned to that place again as I was afraid that they might tell the truth to the police and the police might take my Belle away from me. I know the couple was sweet and lovely, and might not inform to the police, but I didn't want to take any chance, as it was not about my life, but my Belle's life. I didn't want her to go in some place called orphanage. I didn't even get the chance to say goodbye to the sweet and lovely old couple who helped me in my bad times. And till today, I am guilty of doing that to them as they seriously considered as their own daughter and truth to be told, even I considered them as my own parents.