🔞🌹 THE BILLIONAIRE’S STRIPPER 🌹🔞
🔞🥀♥️ CHAPTER FIVE♥️🥀🔞
A 23-year-old woman could be seen getting out of a car with an umbrella over her head. Her attractive and eye-catching red hair blew in the wind as she straightened her gown and walked slowly towards a house she promised herself not to visit ever again.
It’s not her fault; she’s in a dilemma, and the only way to fight a king is with a king. She walked to the mansion entrance, her loads being lifted by the servants who came to assist her.
Then she heard once again, after years, the oh-so-familiar voice.
“Kneel,” he said, and she didn’t hesitate to retaliate.
“Is that how you treat your pregnant grandchild?” As Sophia said this, the man’s eye seemed to light up more than humanly possible. He rushed towards her as she met her grandfather’s eyes. The man who wanted to force her to stay with him forever.
Even when she told him she needed a job, he paid her for staying at home, and she always felt like she was in hell—her personal hell. Now, as she looked at the retired general’s still well-maintained face, she couldn’t help but miss the old man.
“I just wanted to check if my granddaughter turned respectful over time,” he said, brushing my words aside.
“And?”
“She is still the same as before, strong-headed just like me,” he said, adoration leaking through his every word.
“Sophia, at least give this old man a hug,” the retired general said, stretching his hands wide apart for his already grown and mature granddaughter to fall in. He missed this, and he missed her.
“So…are you really pregnant?” He asked, his eyes snapping to her flat tummy.
“Yes,” she replied with a sigh.
“I’ll be a great grandpa,” he said excitedly as she smiled at his excited face.
“Old man, you don’t want your grandchild to freeze to death, now do you?” He was quick to usher her inside, forgetting to ask the most important question.
Finally, he seemed to have come to his senses and asked the million-dollar question.
“Who is the father of the child?” he asked, his eyes not leaving her stomach. “Was it rape, hit and run? Did he lie to you and dump you?” The old man was ready to torture anyone who dared to harm his grandchild.
“It was a one-night stand,” she replied truthfully.
“With who?” He asked, and he didn’t care if it was a one-night stand; he wouldn’t spare the person.
“Mr. Aleric Quinn,” she said, and her grandfather looked surprised.
“His father is my very good friend,” he replied, thinking of how to punish the boy, who he knows has more manners than his spoilt brat here.
“What?” Sophia asked, her hands trembling.
“What’s wrong, honey?” she asked, looking at her shaking hands.
“Nothing,” she said as she braved herself up. Her eyes met the old man’s, and she smiled. “Can I meet them, grandpa?” The words sputtered out of her plump lips.
“Of course,” he replied quickly, not even knowing what went on in his granddaughter’s mind.
“I’m tired,” Sophia whispered as she walked towards her old room, which still looked the same even after so many years. Her eyes trailed over every single detail of the pink room. Her cage.
Her eyes turned cold as she entered the room, walking around and trailing her hand against anything she saw. Her beautiful body looked tired, yet her eyes held the fire they had three years ago. She said she would run far away and that the old man would never see her again.
But now here she is again, in the middle of the same room that hunted her memories. She knows he watched her, of course, for the three years she left, and she knows he knew her line of profession. It’s weird when he says nothing about it. About her dancing on poles with little clothes.
She walked towards the drawer, picking up a neat comb before taking it through her hair. She repeatedly took the comb through her hair as she sat at the front of the mirror, remembering the times when his old yet warm hands would comb her hair for her to style it.
He always praised her hair; now the longer hair looked more beautiful and luxurious than before. She felt like he was right behind her, humming as he combed her hair. Asking her if she knew the tune. Her hand stopped brushing her hair as she stood up. Not wanting to take her bath, she pulled off her shoes and climbed onto the bed.
The bed she cried on for years because she couldn’t play outside She had no friends, and when she finally escaped, Veronica and Nate were the only friends she could make easily, and now she has lost both of them again. She is back in this beautiful cage adorned with gold that she couldn’t put on her neck.
She shut her eyes as she felt like she was being transferred back to the time she hadn’t escaped. The time she felt overwhelmed with the color of her room She begged her grandfather, as she really wanted to leave the house for once since she was seven, but he always did.
He declined, saying it was for her own safety. And now even the old man regrets it; he realizes he pushed her too much, and now she is starting to tilt where his hand couldn’t quickly grab her. His once-happy girl had turned lifeless. But now that she is back, at least he will try to amend his mistakes.
Sophia heard a knock on her door and her eyes fluttered open.
“Who is it?” Sophia asked as she got up slowly from the bed and went towards the door.
“It’s me; I just wanted to say they would be coming over tomorrow.” The old man’s voice slipped through the door, and she nodded before realizing he couldn’t see her.
“Okay,” she replied quickly, and she heard footsteps walking away. Just as she was about to go back to bed, her door was knocked on again as she furrowed her eyebrows.
“Yes?” She called out, not moving to open the door.
“I brought your dinner, ma’am.”