Erica is a seventeen years old girl from a humble background whose only dream is to get admission into college to study architecture, but got entangled in a love triangle the very first time she set her eyes on Damian, college president and only child, heir to a multi billionaire real estate mogul. Damian Anderson while in school is a final year student in college caught up between his love interest Erica, and his over possessive step sister Sophia. And just when he figures out a way to deal with the situationship, the unexpected happens and he is made to to leave the country unannounced. They will meet eights years later, only that this time he is now the CEO of his late fathers empire, engage to one of his partner daughters. Erica is now a single mom of one, who is doing very well in her small agency where she has just been made partner. Will they be willingly to accept each other bandages to find their happily ever after, or will pride and grudges be the other of the day.. Find out in the romance theme story Damian Anderson. Abomination #3 22/05/2021 Hotguys #127 26/05/2021
Erica
I am a seventeen years only child living with my parents. Sometimes I wish I had siblings to play with, fight or get angry with. But know what they say 'wishes are not horses'
I love my parents so much and can't trade them for anything in the world. They have made a lot of sacrifices, commitments to see that I was where I am today.
Dad works as a sales representative at a superstore called Lulu Bells and just recently he was promoted to the position of a sales manager. My mum works as a freelance makeup artiste. We are not what you call rich, but we poor either. We are always contented with whatever we can lay our hands on.
Mum got pregnant with me when she was in highschool, which resulted to her dropping out. My dad never got into highschool because his parent couldn't afford it. He assisted his dad to work on a neighbour's farm where they earned their minimum wage. That was till he discovered mum was pregnant and had to start working on his own to be able to take care of mum who was kicked out of the house by her foster parents.
I do not have a boyfriend, I have never really fancied any guy enough to be able to go out with them, and the thought of been pregnant and dashing all of my parents hope is a big turn off.
I sometimes help my neighbors to baby sit their kids for a few bucks per hour, other than that I do not have an actual job.
I opened my eyes slowly to the sound of my alarm beeping at 7:30am, I did not sleep for long the previous night.
The anxiety of finally becoming a college student was just too overwhelming.
I stretched my tiny body on my bed. I am not what you call pretty either, just your regular average seventeen years old petite girl whose only dream is to get into college to study and become the best architectural student.
The atmosphere is a happy one as the day we have been expecting has finally arrived. Today is the day I officially become a college student.
"your mum has decided to take the day off, so she can stay at home with you." Dad said with a wild grin. His voice reminding me of how proud they were to see me go to college.
"Thanks mum, I'll really like that." I said blushing.
"I cant believe you will be finally leaving us soon, I'm so happy for you darling." Mum said as tears starts rolling down her eyes.
"Okay ladies, I have to be on my way now" Dad said as he quickly cut short the whole emotional storm was trying to stir up.
sweet! in candy crush voice.
"I love you pumpkin." He said as he blew me a kiss and hurries off.
"I will be in my room after seeing your Dad to the car." mum said as she follows Dad.
"Yes mum" I answered after her smiling and giggling.
It's passed 2pm already, and the postman was yet to deliver my admission letter. I was getting anxious and restless. Some of my classmates in high school had earlier called to inform me that they had received theirs.
I was so sure I did very well in exams, even those that got lower grades than mine have all since received theirs. I had earlier called my best friend Beatrice, to find out if she has received hers.
She said, she hasn't.
I lifted my head from where I was seated, to see my Mum peeping through the window for the a thousand and one times. She Sighed heavily and smiled at me.
"Don't worry sweetheart, I am sure it will arrive soon" She said while stepping away from the window and walking towards the fridge.
I was not so sure if those words were for me, because she looked like she needed it more. I was sitting down on one of the sofas in the sitting room, playing candy crush on my cellphone as the sound of my favorite program on TV fills the room. I was down and anxious. Just then, The house phone rang. Mum looked at me, hoping I will answer the phone.
when she saw I had no intention of getting up, she reluctantly moved from where she was sitting to pick up the phone and spoke softly to the caller.
"Hello," she said, sparing me with little glances as she talked into the phone.
"we are doing great, no it has not arrived" she said looking exhausted.
I watched as she used her left hand to touch her face, she look tired but beautiful. Mum is a head tuner, my daddy often get jealous of the compliments she gets from others while they are out shopping.
She looked so beautiful on the Flowered knelt length pastor's wife dress she was wearing. Her hair fell and flowed down her back line.
I have never really bothered about how I looked because my dream was to become the best architectural student so that I could work with the best companies.
I attended a very expensive boarding school that had just girls. Not because my parents could really afford it, they just believed I will be able to concentrate more and come out in good grades. I really did made them proud, they were very happy with my final result.
"I will call you as soon as it does, I love you too" Mum said to the caller.
Her voice bringing me back to my present situation. she hanged up the phone and smiled at me.
"That was your dad, he sends his love."
.
She said with a beautiful smile. As she peeped through the widow once more. I was getting tired of waiting. I hate feeling anxious about something.
My phone rang and I checked to see the caller was Beatrice.
"Hey babe," I said tiredly
"I just received my admission letter!!" She said screaming. Her tiny high pitch voice almost rendering me deaf.
"Congratulations" I answered, genuinely happy for my best friend, but couldn't help the coldness that went along the words.
Beatrice sensed the tune in my voice and asked "have you gotten yours?" Her tune a bit down and laced with concerned.
"No, I haven't" I said trying to hid how disappointed I was.
"Don't worry, I'm sure you will get it, before the day runs out." She said with a reassuring attitude.
"I'm truly happy for you" I said as I tried to force a smile.
"I know, talk to you soon" she said as she ends the call in a hurry perhaps to inform other friends and family members.
I do not know how to hide my emotions,when I am happy you can sense it from a thousand miles away.
I tiredly dragged my feet back to my room, I could feel mums eyes on my back as I move away from the sitting room.
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I got to my room and went straight to cuddle up myself on my bed. Its less than a week to resumption, and my admission letter was no where in sight.
I tried to hold the hot tears that has been wanting to roll down my eyes in captivity, but the stupid things just fell out and a bit of me went with it. I started sobbing hoping it reduces the heaviness in my heart.
This is not how I expected my day to end. I was exhausted from doing nothing.
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I didn't know I had slept off, as I woke up to the blasting of a car horn from our garage.
It was my dad parking his old car. I was too tired or let me just say too embarrassed to go and welcome him back. That moment I wished I was invincible, as I did not want to hear any pity speeches.
I heard mum open the door to welcome him. I thought I also heard them giggled, but I really could not hear what they were whispering about.
Moments later I heard foots steps coming towards my room.
Oh no, here comes the lecture.
I heard a bit of laughter before a knock on the door. I pretended I was sleeping so they could go away but when they saw I wasn't ready to answer the door.
They came in uninvited.
"hi pumpkin!" Daddy said as he switched on the light.
I saw it was passed 8pm already.
"Hi dad." I said slowly getting up from the bed.
I noticed my mum had her hands on her back, but I didn't read any meaning to it, its probably just chocolates dad bought me for consolation. Others are getting admitted and I am getting chocolates.
yeah that is just perfect.
"Guess who came by the office this evening," daddy asked with a wild grin on his face.
"I have no idea Dad, and I am really tired, I need to sleep" I said.
Wishing for once they could just disappear. Or maybe not them, maybe I am the one who needs to be zapped into space or oblivion.
"Sleep? But we planned on going out to celebrate your admission" Daddy said smiling. He looked at my mum as if he was expecting her to say something or do something.
"I didn't receive my admission letter Dad, so there is nothing to celebrate"
I said my voice like that of a girl who just caught her crush kissing the evil gorgeous looking cheerleader.
"Says who?" Asked dad dramatically.
I gave dad the not now look as I watched mum come over to my bed side and gave me a beautiful bouquet of flowers and on top of it was a letter
"congratulations pumpkin." Mum said, smiling with her cheeks turned all pink.
I immediately stood up and was about opening the letter.
"I totally forgot, we filled in my office address in your application form." when daddy said smiling.
Yes. That's true, we filled in Dad office address because we felt the house address would be too difficult to locate. There were a million butterflies already fluttering in my tommy as I opened the letter and it reads
Congratulations, Erica Williams.
you have been admitted to study architecture, in Franstar University.
"It's my admission letter!!" I screamed and jumped till I could almost swear, I felt my head touch the roof.
Mum and dad came over to hug me tight, "we are so proud of you." Daddy said placing tiny kisses on my head. "We love you so much" mum said amidst her joyful tears.
Let's go celebrate!!" Daddy yelled as we all hurried out to celebrate my admission.
College here I come!
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