Stepmother Forced Pregnant Orphan To Marry A Homeless Man, Unaware He's A Billionaire #folktales

Take her away with her cursed bloodline and the bastard she's carrying in that belly. She's not useful here. At least she can be of use to you.

She can join you to beg for arms. She's as useless as her late mother. Like her late mother, she's a weward child.

At just 13, this girl got pregnant and couldn't identify who's responsible for her pregnancy. She wants to disgrace this family because she's an orphan. But that would never happen.

Take her away. She doesn't belong here anymore. and thank God your father is not around to shield you this time.

That was the voice of her stepmother Amara. She threw her few belongings to her and asked her to leave with the homeless man. Amaka never thought this day would come.

She never thought she would be thrown out of her father's house like a piece of trash and married to a homeless man in the most unceremonious manner. But despite her crying and begging, no one to protect her, no one to say this is wrong, and the neighbors, they only stood in front of their houses. The few ones that came around only laughed and mocked her.

She'd married off to a strange man 8 months pregnant, the pregnancy having brought shame and humiliation to her. At 13, she saw her life slipping away from her, and at that moment, every hope, every dream she ever had ended, or so she thought. 8 months earlier, it was 10:00 p.

m. in the evening. Amarka was already fast asleep, and the community had worn its darkest color of the day.

Her stepmother, Amara, suddenly jerked her up and gave her money to buy matches to be used the following day. Despite her protest that it was too late, Amara gave her a hot slap and chased her to the danger and went for the errands. As she walked a few minutes from her house, she suddenly felt a hand grab her, cover her mouth, and drag her away.

What happened after that, she doesn't know. She only woke up to see herself inside the bush the following morning. Her clothes were torn, and she was seriously in pain.

She could barely remember what transpired. All she remembered was that a hand grabbed her on her way last night, but when she carefully checked herself, she discovered she had been abused. She cried home.

But immediately her stepmother saw her. She gave her a hot slap that made her collapse to the ground. "You useless child.

I sent you on an errand and you have the guts to run away with a man coming back this morning with fake tears and torn clothes. " She beats her more, not allowing her to express herself. Her father, Mr Andrew, was working on a construction site far up north, and he wouldn't be back for months.

He had no idea what was happening. Amaka knew there was no help coming from anywhere and had to endure the pain till her body collapsed. But a few months later, the unthinkable happened.

Aka started having nausea and sleeping too easily. And when her stepmother noticed, she dragged her to the hospital and was told the girl was pregnant. It was beaten from the hospital till they reached the house.

And she quickly gathered the neighbors to tell them, "Look at this little brat. Just like her late mother, she's pregnant and she doesn't even know who's responsible. But she wouldn't disgrace this family any further.

I will definitely give her out in marriage. I will find one of these homeless people and give her to him. At least she could be useful to such a man.

They can be going around begging for arms. Amaka knew that day that her childhood had ended and every hope left for her had been shattered. Every night she secretly prayed for her father to return back, at least to save her, but he never did.

He's in the far away up north for a construction project, and because she didn't have a mobile phone, she couldn't speak with him. But Amaka still remembered how her mother died. Her later mother, Adana, is the second wife of Mr Andrew.

Amaka was barely 10 when she dreamt that her stepmother poisoned her mother's food and her mother died from the food poisoning. That morning, she woke up crying, begging her mother not to eat Amar's food anymore. But her mother, an easygoing woman, believed Amaka was just being a child.

And that morning after eating the food given to her by Amarra, Amaka returned to see her mother rolling on the floor with a white forming substance and pointed at the food shouting, "Amar gave me the food. You warned me. You warned me.

" And died instantly. That was the beginning of her woes. Amar knows she knew she was the one that killed her mother and she has been trying to also get rid of her and this pregnancy.

It's an opportunity to send her away. Now Amura was heavily pregnant with 8 months gone. One early morning, Amaka was lying curled up on the cold concrete floor of the living room, a thin mat barely separating her from the chill of the ground.

Her body felt heavy from exhaustion, both physically and emotionally. She heard a knock on the door. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, the uncertainty of her future looming over her like a dark cloud.

And then the door flew open with a sharp creek. A figure stood in the doorway. Her stepmother, Amara.

Her face was a mask of anger and cruelty. Her eyes narrowed as she stormed into the room. She jerked her up from the small mat she was sleeping on in the small living room.

Come out. Today is your wedding. I found a homeless man to take you away and stop embarrassing this family.

Amarka's heart sank. She had been expecting this. After all, her life had been a series of cruel events orchestrated by this woman, but she had never imagined it would come to this.

Her own stepmother, the one who was supposed to care for her, was about to send her away, to throw her out like a piece of trash. She quickly gathered a few neighbors like her. And despite her crying and protest, she gave her out to the stranger, a man she never knew and doesn't know where he lives, and told him to take her away and never return.

Her stepmother was holding a small bundle of her belongings, carelessly tossed into a ragged old bag. Amara shoved it into a marker's hands with a force that made her stumble backward. Take your cursed bloodline and the bastard you're carrying in that belly and get out.

Amara spat, her voice cutting through the air like a knife. You're no longer welcome here. Go and find somewhere else to rot like your late mother did.

Useless, just like her. Amaka's vision blurred with tears. She had never felt so alone, so abandoned.

Her marker couldn't bring herself to speak. Throat was tight with the weight of the words she couldn't say. the pleadings that fell on deaf ears.

She had always been the one to bear the pain in silence. Now that silence would be her only companion, as she was cast out from the only home she had known. With a cruel laugh, Amara pushed her toward the door.

"Go on, go to that worthless man you've been paired with, a homeless beggar who will take you in. At least you'll be useful to him. You can go beg for arms together, just like the worthless child you are.

" Amarka's heart shattered as she stepped outside the door. The early morning air hit her with the sting of reality. She was 13 years old, heavily pregnant, and now married to a homeless man.

A tear slid down her cheek, but she quickly wiped it away. She had no one, no one to help her, no one to protect her from the cruel world that seemed intent on destroying her. "Here," Amura said, pushing her toward him.

"Your new husband. " The word felt foreign to Amaka's ears husband. She was just a child.

She had barely begun to understand life, let alone marriage, but it was clear now her stepmother had made a decision for her, and there was no turning back. The homeless man, who introduced himself as David, didn't speak for a moment. He simply nodded, his expression unreadable.

Amaka felt a wave of fear wash over her. Who was he? What would happen to her now?

He was a stranger to her. She had never seen him before in her life. His clothes were ragged, his hair unckempt, and his face was worn from the hardships of life.

But his eyes, though tired, held a spark of something. A marker couldn't tell if it was kindness or pity. But she couldn't afford to care.

But a marker wasn't just any orphan. She had her memories, her strength, and the hope that someday someone would see the truth. someone would know the suffering she had endured.

David motioned for her to follow him, and though she was terrified, she had no choice but to obey. She glanced back at the village, her home, that she would never see again, and whispered a silent prayer. As she trudged away with her new husband, her feet dragging on the dusty road, she could hear the muffled laughter of the neighbors who had gathered outside their homes.

Some pointed at her, mocking her. Others just watched in silence, unwilling to lift a finger to help. "God, don't let this be the end of my story," she muttered under her breath.

"Change this for good. Let Amara kneel before me someday. " She had always known the world was cruel, but now it felt like it had completely turned its back on her.

They walked for what felt like hours, her stomach heavy with the child inside her, her body aching from the exhaustion of the day. Eventually, they reached the outskirts of the village. With that, Amaka walked away from the life she had known.

Unsure of where she was going or what her future held. But what Amaka didn't know was that her story was far from over. Amaka couldn't help but wonder where David was taking her.

The uncertainty hit at her, but she couldn't ask him. What could she say? Where are you taking me?

It seemed like a question she had no right to ask. But then, just when she thought she might collapse from exhaustion, David stopped. "Come on," he said softly, his voice barely audible over the rustling of the trees.

"We're almost there. " Amaka didn't ask any more questions. She didn't have the energy to care.

Whatever awaited her at the end of this journey, she would face it. She had no choice. Finally, they arrived at a small clearing, and a Maka gasped when she saw what lay before her.

a sleek black SUV. The convoy was parked in the middle of the clearing. Several men in black suits stood beside the vehicles.

Their postures were firm and professional. They moved quickly, surrounding David with an almost military precision. A Maka stood frozen, confused, and frightened.

David turned to her, his face softening for the first time since they had left the village. "Don't worry, you're safe now," he said. safe?

How could she be safe? She was standing in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by strangers who were acting like they knew exactly what was happening. Amaka's mind raced with possibilities.

None of them good. One of the men in the black suits approached David, nodding respectfully. Everything is ready, sir.

David nodded in return and turned back to Amaka. Come on, we need to get in the car. Ama hesitated, fear twisting in her chest.

What's happening? Where are you taking me? David looked at her, his expression calm.

Just trust me. I'm here to help you. Please come with me.

Amaka's mind was a whirlwind of confusion. But for some reason, she felt that she had no choice but to follow him. What else could she do?

She had been abandoned by her stepmother, forced into a marriage with a man she didn't know, and now she was standing in the middle of a forest, unsure of what would happen next. Reluctantly, she followed David to the SUV. The door opened and one of the men inside gestured for her to get in.

Amaka climbed into the back seat, her heart pounding in her chest. David slid in beside her and the car began to move. As they drove, Amaka couldn't help but glance at David.

He seemed so calm, so composed while she was falling apart inside. How could he be so sure of everything? Why did he seem to know what was happening?

Who was he really? David, she said, her voice trembling. Who are you?

David turned to her, his eyes dark but not unkind. I told you I'm here to help you. I'm David Jonathan, CEO of David's automobile company.

Marker blinked. CEO? A CEO of a company?

She had never imagined that the homeless man who had been sent to marry her could be anyone important. But now hearing the truth from his lips, it only made her more confused. "Why did you why did you pretend to be homeless?

" she asked. David sighed, his expression turning serious. "Because I knew that your stepmother wouldn't have agreed to help you otherwise.

She didn't see you as a person, just a burden. But I saw your story, Amaka. I knew what you were going through.

I couldn't stand by and watch you be treated like that. Amaka's mind spun. She had been so sure that her life was over, that she had no future.

But now here she was, sitting in a black SUV with a man who, despite his initial appearance, seemed to be her savior. David continued, "I heard about you from one of my drivers. He came from your village, and when he told me your story, I knew I had to do something.

So, I set all of this up. I wanted to help you escape your stepmother's cruelty. " Amaka couldn't believe it.

After everything she had been through, after the humiliation, the rejection, and the pain, someone was finally offering her a lifeline. David glanced at her again, his voice softening. You don't deserve what's happened to you, and I'll make sure you're taken care of.

I promise. Amaka sat back in her seat, her head swimming. She didn't know what to believe anymore.

Was this some kind of trick? Was she being used? or was David truly someone who wanted to help her?

The car continued to speed through the untarred road. Amaka couldn't help but wonder what awaited her at the end of this journey. Would this man really be the one to change her life?

Or would he simply be another chapter in her already tragic story? The car turned onto a winding road, and as they drove deeper, Amarka's thoughts were interrupted by a sudden realization. She didn't know what was coming next, but one thing was certain.

Her life had just taken an unexpected turn. The car drove on through the day, and with each passing mile, a marker's uncertainty grew. She kept glancing at David sitting beside her, but she still couldn't fully comprehend who he was or what he really wanted from her.

He was kind, sure, but she had learned the hard way not to trust kindness. She had trusted her stepmother's false promises once before and that had led her to this nightmare. What if David was just another person playing some cruel game?

Where are we going? Amaka's voice trembled, breaking the silence in the car. David turned to her, his gaze steady and calm.

We're going to a place where you'll be safe, you've been through enough, and I won't let anything bad happen to you. I just need you to trust me. trust you?

" Amarka whispered, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. "How can I trust anyone anymore? Everyone who's supposed to care for me has abandoned me.

My stepmother, my father, even my own mother died and left only me to suffer. No one has ever cared. " "Why should I believe you?

" David's expression softened. And for the first time, Amaka noticed the weariness in his eyes. "Because I'm not like them, Amaka.

I don't want anything from you. I just want to help you. Could it be true?

Could someone really want to help her without expecting anything in return? Or was it just another trap? The car made a sharp turn and a Maka was jolted out of her thoughts.

They arrived at a large gated property in Leki Lagos, surrounded by tall trees and high walls. It looked like something out of a dream, far too grand for someone like her, someone who had grown up in a small village, a life of humble means. "Where are we?

" Amaka asked, her voice barely above a whisper. David didn't answer immediately. Instead, he slowed the car down as they approached the entrance.

The gates opened automatically, revealing a beautifully landscaped yard with fountains and sculptures dotting the lush grounds. The house itself was enormous with large glass windows that sparkled under the moonlight, reflecting the grandeur of a mansion. It looked like something out of a fairy tale, something she could never have imagined in her wildest dreams.

The car stopped in front of the mansion and David turned to her. "Welcome to my home. " Aka could only stare in shock, her mouth dry.

"This is your home? " she asked, the words tumbling out of her mouth before she could stop them. But how?

You said you were homeless. David smiled faintly. I wasn't lying, but I needed to gain your trust.

I know this all seems strange, but the truth is I've been keeping a low profile. People have tried to take advantage of me before, and I've learned that sometimes it's better to hide in plain sight. A marker's mind raced.

She didn't know what to believe anymore. This was the last thing she expected when she had walked away from her father's house, fleeing from the cruelty of her stepmother. She had thought she was being thrown away, discarded by everyone she loved, only to be handed over to a stranger.

And now here she was, standing in front of a mansion with a man who seemed to be hiding some kind of secret. David opened the door and led her out of the car. Come, let me show you inside.

Amaka hesitated for a moment, but something in David's voice urged her to follow. Maybe she didn't have to understand everything right away. Maybe she didn't have to know all the answers.

The inside of the house was even more breathtaking. The floors were polished marble and the walls were lined with beautiful artwork. The air smelled faintly of jasmine and soft music played in the background.

Everything was pristine, like something out of a magazine. Amaka could hardly believe this was real. She felt out of place, as though she didn't belong in such a luxurious place.

She had never seen anything like this in her life. David led her to a comfortable sitting room and gestured for her to sit. I'll have some food brought up for you.

You must be hungry. Amaka didn't respond immediately. She just sat there staring at the large windows that overlooked the expansive grounds.

Her mind was still in a whirlwind of confusion. How could this be real? What was the catch?

As she sat in silence, David moved to a nearby desk where he picked up his phone and began typing something. He paused for a moment, then turned back to her. I've arranged for a doctor to see you tomorrow.

He said, "You need proper care, especially with your pregnancy. I don't want you to worry about anything. You're safe here, Maka, and I'll make sure nothing bad happens to you again.

" and Amaka nodded quietly, trying to process everything. She wanted to believe him. She really did.

But after everything she had been through, it was hard to imagine that things could actually get better. As she sat there staring at the vast room around her, she thought about her father. He had been gone for so long, and she couldn't help but wonder if he would ever return.

She thought about her mother, too. the mother who had been poisoned by her stepmother, the woman who had caused her so much pain. As she sat there, her mind went back to how her pain started.

And now he's inside a mansion where she doesn't even know. Her thoughts were interrupted when a man entered the room carrying a tray of food. He placed it in front of her, and a Macka's stomach growled in response.

She hadn't eaten in hours, maybe longer. She didn't feel hungry, but she knew she needed to eat. David stood in the doorway watching her.

Go ahead, eat. You need to take care of yourself. Amaka glanced at the food, but her mind was still elsewhere.

She knew she had to eat, but her thoughts kept drifting back to the past. The past she couldn't escape, the past that haunted her. David saw the uncertainty in her eyes and walked over, sitting down across from her.

I know it's hard, Amaka, but I want you to understand something. I'm not here to hurt you. Everything that's happened to you, I want to make it right.

Amaka looked at him, her eyes filled with confusion. But why? Why me?

David paused, his eyes serious. Because I see the strength in you, a marker. You've been through so much and you're still standing.

That's not something I see every day. You deserve better than what you've been given, and I'm going to make sure you get it. For the first time in a long while, Amaka felt a spark of hope.

It was a fragile hope, one that she could hardly believe in. But it was there. Maybe, just maybe, things could be different.

Maybe she could find a way out of this dark, endless tunnel. But as she reached for the food on the tray, she couldn't shake the feeling that her past was never truly behind her. It was lurking, waiting, and no matter how far she ran, it might just catch up with her.

In the following days, Amaka started going to the hospital for the anti-natal care David registered for her. One month after she gave birth, two nannies were hired to take care of her and her baby. After 8 months, Amaka was registered back in school while her son continued to grow.

But tragedy struck one day. It was at night. The baby was crying and then suddenly began to choke.

Mr David rushed to her room and quickly called the driver to take them to the hospital. But before they arrived, little Oena was gone. He was dead, cold, and lifeless on Amaka's hand.

She was 14 and there she wanted to kill herself, too. She had developed a strong affection for her son and had secretly prayed for him to be part of her story. But now he's gone.

When they returned home with the corpse of little Oindna, David quickly took him from her and consoled her. In the morning, Obin was buried, and thereafter, Amaka decided to end it all. She was about to stab herself in her room when Mr David entered and stopped her.

After several efforts, she decided to move on, hoping life would be kind to her going forward. Months passed, and with each day, Amaka's life began to take shape. The weight of her past was still there, lingering like a shadow, but it no longer controlled her.

She was free. She had survived the cruelty, the abandonment, the betrayal, and the pain of losing her son. Amarka's life, however, was just beginning.

With the support of David and the newfound freedom, she was determined to carve out her own path. For the first time, she felt like she had control over her future. It started small with a simple decision to go back to school.

A Maka had always been bright, but after everything that had happened, she had been forced to grow up too quickly, leaving her dreams in the dust. Now with the freedom to pursue them, she went to school and graduated from high school. She enrolled in computer science courses and quickly discovered a passion for software development.

What had started as a way to escape her pain slowly turned into a career. She poured herself into coding, learning as much as she could, working tirelessly into the late hours of the night. And slowly but surely, she built a reputation for herself.

Within a few years, Amarka graduated as a software engineer, one of the few who had come from such a painful background, and emerged stronger. She used her success to give back to those who had been left behind, just as she had once been. She founded a nonprofit organization focused on helping underprivileged people, particularly those in need of critical surgeries.

Amarka's foundation worked tirelessly to raise funds for surgeries, helping people who couldn't afford life-saving medical treatments. It became her mission, her way of healing others just as she had been healed. One day, Amaka was working at her office when her assistant came to her with unexpected news.

"Amaka," she said, hesitating slightly. There's someone here to see you. It's your father.

Amaka's heart skipped a beat. She hadn't seen her father in years. When her mother died, he had been away working.

And after that, she'd been left in the hands of Amara. She had no idea where he had been all this time. The thought of him filled her with so many emotions, anger, betrayal, but also a lingering sense of hope.

Let him in," Amaka said, her voice steady, but her insides churning with uncertainty. Her father, Mr Andrew, stepped into her office, his face weathered with age, but still carrying the strength of a man who had been through hard times. His eyes softened when he saw her, and without saying a word, he collapsed into her arms.

Amma felt the weight of everything she had been through in that moment. the years of pain, the years of longing, and for the first time, she allowed herself to feel the love that had been missing for so long. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice breaking.

"I failed you. I couldn't protect you from her. I've been searching for you all these years, but I couldn't find you.

I never stopped looking. " Amaka's heart achd as she held him. The pain of their lost years mixing with the joy of finally being reunited.

"I'm glad you're here," she said softly, her voice full of emotion. "But there's something I need to tell you, Dad. " Mr Andrew pulled back slightly, concern written across his face.

"What is it, Amaka? " Amaka took a deep breath and began to explain everything about Amara's role in her mother's death, about the way she had tormented her, and about the years of abuse she had suffered. "It was a hard truth to share, but she knew it was time for her father to know.

" "And there's one more thing," Amaka continued, her voice steady despite the weight of the words. "The woman who caused all this, Amara, she's here. You brought her here.

Mr Andrew looked confused, his brow furrowed. What do you mean, Amara? I brought her here.

Amarka stood up, her hands trembling slightly. She's the one who needs help now. Your wife, my stepmother, has been diagnosed with an eye tumor.

She can't afford the surgery. And the doctors said, "It's critical. I am the one who can save her.

" Her father stood still for a moment, the weight of her words sinking in. What? What are you saying?

You want to help her? Amaka nodded. Yes, I know she was cruel to me and I know what she did to my mother, but I've built this foundation to help people in need.

And that includes her. You might not understand, but this is my chance to pay her evil with kindness. Not because of her, but because she needs to see what I've become.

The little girl she tried so much to destroy. If I don't, she'll die and I'll never get to make her see the outcome of her evil. Her father was silent for a moment, his face conflicted.

Then he nodded, tears welling in his eyes. "Okay," he whispered. "If you say so.

" A few hours after a marker made the payment, she was operated on successfully. When Amara's bandages were finally removed, she looked around and saw Amarka standing in front of her. She could no longer hide behind the walls of cruelty she had built.

A week later, news came that shattered the fragile peace Amaka had worked so hard to build. Amara, unable to bear the weight of her guilt and the mockery of her past actions, had taken her own life. The woman who had once sought to destroy Amaka had succumbed to the demons she had created.

Amarka sat in her office, her eyes staring out the window as the news sank in. She didn't feel relief. She didn't feel joy.

What she felt was the quiet, painful understanding that some people, no matter how much time is given, cannot escape their past. But Amaka wasn't like Amara. She had faced her past, confronted her pain, and had found a way to rise above it.

She had built a life for herself, a life that was full of hope, not bitterness. And that in the end was her victory. Amaka's foundation grew over the years, helping countless people receive critical surgeries and live healthier lives.

Her work as a software engineer flourished, and she became a beacon of hope for others. But more than that, she had found peace. peace with her past, peace with her mother's memory, and peace with the woman who had tried to destroy her.

And as she stood on the stage at a fundraiser, speaking to a crowd of people who had been impacted by her work, Ama's foundation grew over the years, helping countless people receive critical surgeries and live healthier lives. Her work as a software engineer flourished, and she became a beacon of hope for others. But more than that, she had found peace.

Peace with her past, peace with her mother's memory, and peace with the woman who had tried to destroy her. For the first time in almost two decades, she visited her mother's grave. Rest in peace, Mama.

I've become everything you wanted me to be. She couldn't destroy. She couldn't erase your memories and footprints.

And as she stood on the stage at her fundraiser speaking to a crowd of people who had been impacted by her work, Amaka smiled. She had found her purpose. And in the process, she had turned her pain into something beautiful.

Her father by her side beamed with pride. For the first time, Ama felt like she was truly home. David who has been a single father after the death of his wife decided to officially marry Ama and their wedding was the talk of media stations and they went on to raise beautiful children together.

If you were in Amaka's shoe would you have paid for Amara's surgery. What do you think about this story? I would like to read your view.

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