Billionaire Hit a Mad Woman with His Car, Unaware that She Reveals a Dark Secret
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💔 The Collision: Billionaire Hits a Mad Woman with His Car—Unaware of the Truth She Reveals
I. The Fateful Monday Morning
That Monday morning in Lagos, the streets were busy with the usual rush. Paul, an ambitious billionaire CEO who owned several oil companies, was heading to work in his black Range Rover, driven by his chauffeur. Work, for Paul, was never a joke; his life revolved around diligence and wealth.
On the other side of the city was Amara, a woman everyone knew as the “mad woman of the street.” She was a nobody, scavenging for food from dustbins and leftovers. Nobody cared to look her way, unaware that the mockery she endured was about to be turned upside down.
The Governor’s Call
As Paul and his driver approached one of his company branches, his phone rang. It was an urgent call: the governor was at another branch, and Paul needed to make a U-turn and come quickly to close an important deal.
Eager to seize the opportunity, Paul urged the driver to turn back immediately. The pressure to reach the governor clouded the driver’s judgment. Before they knew what was happening, chaos erupted.
Noise filled the air as people gathered around the car, shouting angrily. The driver and bodyguards tried to protect Paul, but the crowd grew violent. The villagers, who despised the rich, shouted: “You will pay for this! You won’t go free. You just hit this poor woman!“
Amara lay on the ground, crying out in pain. Paul’s heart sank. The meeting no longer mattered; all he wanted was for the woman to survive. She was bleeding heavily and fading fast.
Media Firestorm
Paul immediately ordered his bodyguards and driver to carry the woman into the car and rush her to the nearest hospital.
Before Paul could even catch his breath, the story had already gone viral. The hospital television flashed the headline: “Breaking News: Billionaire CEO Hits Poor Woman on the Street.”
The media painted him as a careless, heartless man. Within hours, the deal with the governor was cancelled, and investors withdrew, citing his “recklessness.” Crushed by the loss of his reputation, Paul could only pray for Amara’s survival, knowing that if she died, his life would never be the same.
II. The Burden of Responsibility
Paul returned to the hospital later that evening. He saw Amara lying quietly on the bed. The doctor approached him.
“Mr. Paul, she’s stable now, but I have to be honest with you. She’s not okay mentally. She’s been on the street for a long time, and from all signs, she’s mentally unstable.“
Paul was silent. “You mean she’s mad?” he asked quietly.
As Paul was about to leave, a crowd of villagers and angry onlookers gathered outside the hospital, shouting insults. “You must take care of her! You must take that woman to your house and look after her until she’s fine!“
The crowd grew so intense that Paul had no choice for his safety and for peace but to go back inside. He sighed and went straight to the doctor.
“Please,” he said, heavy with exhaustion. “When she’s discharged, bring her to my house. I’ll take responsibility for her recovery.“
The doctor was surprised, but Paul insisted. “I don’t have a choice. Just make sure she gets the best care.“
The Chaos Arrives
A few days later, Amara was brought to Paul’s mansion. As soon as they stepped into the parlor, Amara suddenly screamed, “Don’t touch me!” and pushed a mug off the table, shattering it.
Paul froze, realizing the extent of her mental instability. “Bodyguards!” he yelled. “Hold her gently. Take her to the guest room and make sure she doesn’t hurt herself.“
The next morning, Paul was met with chaos. Rags and dirty clothes were scattered everywhere. Buckets, mops, and plates were turned upside down. His house, once spotless, looked like a storm had passed through.
His maid, Mary, explained: “It’s that woman, sir. Amara. She came out in the middle of the night… She scattered everything, poured water everywhere, and even broke some plates.“
Outside, Paul’s black Range Rover was covered in deep scratches and strange markings that made no sense. Amara had scribbled her madness across his wealth.
“This is the limit!” Paul shouted, seeing Amara sleeping lazily by the pool. He called his lawyer immediately. “I’m done taking care of this woman! Find a way to send her somewhere else!“
The lawyer, however, delivered devastating news: “Sir, since the incident was your fault, the law requires you to take full responsibility for her recovery until her leg is completely healed and she’s mentally stable. You’re legally bound to keep her under care.“
Paul felt helpless, trapped. “What kind of punishment is this?” he muttered. He was stuck with her.
III. The Return of Humanity
Weeks passed, and Paul was near his breaking point. He decided to hire professional help: Nurse Ada, a calm and patient woman experienced in mental health and trauma therapy.
Nurse Ada spoke gently to Amara every morning. Days turned into weeks, and one afternoon, something unexpected happened. Nurse Ada rushed in, smiling. “Sir, she spoke!“
Paul followed her to the garden. Amara’s voice was faint but clear. “My name is Amara. I’m 29.” She explained slowly: “I was on the street because I had nowhere to go… My parents died. I had nobody. I was depressed. I just lost myself.“
Paul’s heart softened. For the first time, he saw beyond the madness. He saw pain, humanity, and a woman who had suffered profoundly.
From that day, things began to change. Amara started smiling, eating properly, and helping with small chores. Paul began to notice her more, feeling compassion and connection. He would sit with her in the evenings, listening to her stories. Her laughter began to brighten the atmosphere of the mansion.
The Impossible Choice
Weeks later, Amara’s health improved greatly. Her leg had healed, and she was slowly becoming herself again. The doctor called to inform Paul that she was officially discharged. She could finally go.
The news hit him harder than he expected. He realized he didn’t want her to leave.
The next day, as Amara prepared to go, Paul called her into the living room. “Amara, you’re free to leave now, but if you’d like to stay, you can. You’ve become part of this place.“
Amara looked at him for a long time. “You want me to stay?” she asked quietly. Paul nodded. “Yes, only if you want to.” She smiled gently. “I’ll stay.“
IV. The City’s Judgment and Shared Peace
Whispers spread across the city: “Billionaire falls in love with a mad woman.”
The unexpected romance was tested when Paul decided to take Amara out on a date. Chaos broke out. Both the rich and the poor were enraged and confused.
The rich accused him of being a ritualist: “What do you want with a mad woman? You’re going to bring shame to all of us.“
The poor shouted: “You think you’re better than us? You want to use her to prove something?“
The crowd grew uncontrollable. Amara stood up for herself. Her voice was firm and clear.
“I am an adult. I only lost myself because of depression. I was broken and had no one. If not for this man who cared for me, I wouldn’t be here today. So, let me live my life.“
The crowd went silent. One by one, they stepped back and let them go.
A Home, Not a House
That day, Paul and Amara finally went out together. They went shopping, laughed, and enjoyed each other’s company.
One bright morning, Paul came down the stairs and followed a scent into the kitchen. Amara was standing in front of the gas cooker.
“I’m cooking,” she said, smiling shyly. “My favorite meal, yam porridge. I haven’t made it in years.“
Paul stood there, watching her. For the first time in a long while, his house felt alive, like a home.
That afternoon, he looked at her across the dining table. “You’re really doing better,” he said softly.
Amara nodded. “Thank you for not giving up on me.“
People had judged Amara her whole life without ever trying to understand her. Nobody cared for her, but Paul did. The peace they found together was a testament to compassion winning over prejudice.
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