PART 2| Virgin Maid Fulfills Billionaire’s Last Wish
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Virgin Maid Fulfills Billionaire’s Last Wish: Part 2
Chapter 1: The Revelation
Victoria Richard had never been a woman who feared anything. She feared neither God nor the devil, neither poverty nor disgrace. But on that fateful night, sitting alone in her bedroom with trembling fingers and a tightening chest, she finally felt the cold grip of fear. It crept up her spine as she pressed the tiny button on the voice recorder hidden under her husband Chief Richard’s bed.
The recording began with her husband’s weak breaths, the soft hum of the oxygen machine beside him, and the rustling of papers as the family lawyer flipped through documents. Then she heard it—the sentence that shattered her carefully constructed life: “80% of your assets will go into a trust fund for your son.”
The cup slipped from her hand and crashed to the floor, but she didn’t even hear the sound. Her heart pounded too loudly in her ears. She replayed the recording again, the words echoing in her mind: “Your son.” The word burned her ears. Her world spun, and for the first time in her marriage, it felt like someone had reached inside her chest and squeezed her heart until it almost burst.
Her husband had a son—a son she did not give him, a son she did not know existed. A son who would inherit 80% of the empire she believed was hers. The realization hit her like a lightning bolt. The maid, that innocent-looking girl from Aagunal, had done the one thing Victoria had never been able to do: give Chief Richard an heir.
Heat rushed through her body. Her breathing became short and harsh, as if her lungs were filled with smoke. She grabbed the recorder and stormed out of her room, her footsteps shaking the floor. She banged on her daughter Ruth’s door so loudly that Ruth screamed from inside, “Mommy, I’m sleeping! Open this door now!”
Victoria hissed, “Ruth, open up!” When Ruth opened the door, confused and irritated, Victoria shoved the recorder into her hand. “Press play.”
Ruth did, and the lawyer’s voice filled the room again. “The trust will be sealed until the boy turns 18.” Ruth’s jaw dropped, and her eyes flew to her mother’s face. “Mommy, daddy has a son?”
Victoria nodded slowly, as if the words were poison dripping from her mouth. “And that girl, Gloria, she’s the one that carried the child.”
Ruth clutched the wall for support. “Mommy, we’re finished.”
“No, we are not finished,” Victoria snapped, rage twisting her features. “We are not losing everything we built. We are not bowing to some gutter girl’s child. We fight.”
Those two words—“we fight”—spread through the mansion like gasoline. Within minutes, all of Victoria’s daughters were awake, sitting in the living room with messy hair, sleepy eyes, and fear in their voices. Vanessa was shaking, Cynthia was crying, and Sophie paced like she had ants crawling under her skin. Norah sat quietly, her frail fingers trembling against her blanket, her eyes swollen and tired from sickness.
And Victoria stood in the middle like a queen ready for war. “He hid everything from us,” she said. “He changed the will. He planned this behind our backs. He thinks he can give our inheritance to a stranger.”
Vanessa burst into tears. “Mommy, Kelvin will kill me! He has been waiting for that money. What am I going to tell him?”
“You’ll tell him nothing,” Victoria barked. “This stays in this house. No outsiders.”
Sophie’s voice shook. “Mommy, how do we stop it?”
Victoria smiled, a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “We find that girl, and we destroy that child.”
The room fell silent. For a moment, nobody breathed. Even Victoria realized the weight of her words. But greed is louder than conscience, and desperation is louder than fear. “We do what must be done,” she whispered. “Because if that boy grows up, if he returns to Nigeria, if he steps foot in this country, this entire family becomes beggars.”
Those words struck each daughter like a slap. For the first time since the pregnancy scandal broke, they weren’t irritated. They were terrified. They understood what was at stake—their status, their future, their wealth, everything.
Vanessa wiped her tears and whispered, “What do we do first?”
Victoria’s eyes darkened. “We start with the lawyer.”
Chapter 2: The Warning
Meanwhile, thousands of miles away, Gloria had no idea that a storm was brewing around her. In the tiny apartment the chief rented for her overseas, she sat on the sofa with her baby asleep on her chest, the soft hum of the heater filling the room. She hadn’t slept more than two hours since giving birth. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Victoria’s cold stare, dreamed of Vanessa’s insults, Sophie’s wicked laughter, Cynthia’s accusations, and Ruth’s sneers.
She hugged her son tighter. “You’re safe,” she whispered. “Mommy is here. I won’t let anyone touch you.” But she didn’t believe her own words. “Not yet.”
Meanwhile, in Nigeria, Victoria’s first move was quick and brutal. She called the family lawyer to the mansion. At first, he refused to come; he knew the atmosphere in that house was dangerous. But Victoria lied, claiming it was an emergency concerning Chief Richard’s health.
When he walked into the living room, all six women were waiting, staring at him like hungry wolves. Victoria forced a smile. “Bister, thank you for coming. Please sit.”
“I prefer to stand,” he said cautiously.
Victoria let out a slow, fake laugh. “Oh, Barrister, don’t be dramatic.” Her tone shifted suddenly. “We know everything.”
The lawyer’s face didn’t change. “What do you believe you know?”
Vanessa leaned forward. “That girl, that maid—she had a baby, a boy.”
The lawyer asked calmly, “And?”
Ruth scoffed. “So he’s taking everything. That stupid child is taking everything.”
“That boy,” the lawyer said, “is your father’s legal heir.”
Victoria’s face hardened. “You will change the will.”
“No,” the lawyer said firmly. “I will not.”
Victoria’s nostrils flared. She tried sweet words first—compliments, fake emotions, old memories. Then she tried money, threats, and blackmail. None of it worked. The lawyer stared at her with tired eyes and said, “Madam, your husband trusted me, and I will protect his last wish.”
Victoria slapped him across the face. He didn’t flinch.
“You will regret this,” she hissed.
He looked her straight in the eye. “I already do.” He walked out of the mansion with shaking hands, praying he would live long enough to carry out his promise to the chief.
Victoria watched him leave through the window, her face dark, cold, and dangerous. Even her daughters stepped back. “Mommy, what now?” Sophie whispered.
“We find that girl,” Victoria said. “We find her and end this.” But even as she said that, she remembered something she had buried deep inside her mind for decades. A memory she had vowed never to revisit.
Chapter 3: The Past
It was a hospital room 25 years ago. She was giving birth to her first child. A nurse had said something that haunted her for years: “Madam, the ultrasound earlier showed two heartbeats.” Victoria never forgot that. Two heartbeats. One baby was born. One was declared dead, but she never saw the body, never heard a cry, never touched a tiny hand.
Something had been wrong that day. Something she kept hidden because the truth terrified her. And now, facing the possibility of losing everything, that old fear returned like a ghost clawing its way back into her mind. “Two heartbeats,” she whispered to herself.
“What did you say, Mommy?” Ruth asked.
Victoria snapped out of it. “Nothing.” But inside her chest, a deep unease twisted violently. She knew that if Richard had ever found out what happened that day, everything she built would have crumbled long ago. So she pushed the memory aside again and focused on the present.
Meanwhile, Gloria’s quiet foreign life was about to shatter because someone had found her apartment. Two days earlier, someone had knocked on her door. Someone who claimed to know her father. Someone who handed her an envelope containing a picture of her father and the chief standing side by side in front of a burnt warehouse.
Now that same woman stood across the street in a long coat, her eyes scanning the road nervously. She wasn’t there to harm Gloria; she was there to warn her because a black car had been parked opposite the apartment for hours. Engine off, windows tinted, two men inside watching.
The woman crossed the street and rushed into Gloria’s apartment building. She didn’t even knock. She pushed the door open. “Gloria,” she whispered harshly. “Pack your things now. They found you.”
Gloria’s heart stopped. “Who? Who found me?”
“Victoria,” the woman said. “And her daughters, they are here.”
Gloria’s legs almost gave out. She grabbed her baby and held him tightly. The woman locked the door behind her. “You’re not safe here anymore.”
As Gloria cried silently, rocking her child, the woman stood guard beside the door. Every sound in the hallway made her jump.
Chapter 4: The Chief’s Decline
Back in Nigeria, Chief Richard’s health was collapsing quickly. He faded in and out of consciousness, struggled to speak, and refused food. He kept asking for his phone. The nurse gently placed it in his hand. He tried to dial Gloria’s number, but his fingers trembled too violently. The phone fell to the floor. He cried quietly, his body too weak to even wipe his own tears.
“Sir,” the nurse whispered softly. “Please rest.”
“No,” he breathed. “I need to hear my son.” But the phone remained silent. He didn’t know Gloria was being hunted overseas. He didn’t know she was hiding behind a door, trembling, holding their child. He didn’t know death was minutes away.
The lawyer arrived at the hospital just in time to see the chief whisper something no one else could hear. Then his breathing slowed, then stopped. His eyes stared at the ceiling like he was looking for something, someone he never found. A nurse closed his eyes gently.
The lawyer bowed his head and whispered, “Rest, Chief. I will protect them. I promise.”
Chapter 5: The Aftermath
When the news of Chief Richard’s death reached the mansion, chaos broke loose. Victoria let out a loud scream that echoed through the house, but there were no tears in her eyes. She cried like someone performing for a crowd, like a woman acting a script, not a woman grieving her husband.
Her daughters rushed toward her, each pretending to console her. But inside, all they were thinking was the same question: What happens to us now? The mansion became noisy with fake wails and sobs. But beneath all the noise was something darker—panic. They circled their mother like vultures circling a corpse, whispering, trembling, cursing under their breaths.
“Mommy, do you think he already filed the trust papers?” Vanessa asked shakily.
Sophie snapped. “Of course, he filed it. That stupid boy owns everything now.”
Norah’s breathing was shallow, weak. “We need money for my treatment. If the boy takes everything, what happens to me?”
Cynthia kicked the sofa in frustration. “So, we’re supposed to watch a maid’s child inherit billions?”
Ruth looked at her mother with fear. “Mommy, what do we do next?”
Victoria wiped her fake tears and whispered, “We destroy the evidence.”
“What?” Vanessa asked, confused.
“Everything that ties him to that child,” Victoria said, her eyes dark. “The papers, the recordings, the lawyers, the girl, the boy—everything.”
The girls stared at her in horror. “Mommy, you’re talking like—”
“I know exactly what I’m talking about,” she snapped. “I am not losing my life’s work to a child who was never supposed to exist.”
Ruth swallowed hard. “Did Daddy ever suspect anything about you?”
Victoria froze. Her mind flashed to the hospital room 25 years ago—the nurse’s trembling voice, the two heartbeats, the missing newborn, the infant she never saw. The secrets she buried. The lies she told. But she shook the memory away. “We will focus on the problem in front of us,” she said coldly. “And the problem is that girl and her child.”
Chapter 6: Gloria’s Fear
Meanwhile, in a faraway apartment overseas, Gloria held her baby close to her chest as she rocked back and forth on the floor. Her tears soaked his tiny blanket. Her voice shook as she whispered, “He’s gone. My chief is gone.”
The Nigerian woman who had warned her earlier sat quietly beside her, her eyes filled with sympathy. She waited until Gloria calmed down enough to breathe without choking on her tears. “Gloria,” she said softly, “you can’t stay here. They’ve already found this building. They will come back, and next time they won’t miss.”
Gloria wiped her eyes, sniffling. “But where do I go? I don’t have anyone here. I don’t know anyone.”
The woman placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. “The chief left instructions. He knew this day might come. He left a man here, someone he trusted, a driver. He will take you to another safe location until the lawyer calls.”
Gloria looked at her baby’s tiny face. He was sleeping so peacefully, unaware of the storm waiting for him. Her heart cracked again. She didn’t know where she found the strength to stand, but she stood anyway. “I will go,” she whispered. “For my son.”
The woman nodded. “Good. You have to be brave now. Not just for yourself, but for that child. That boy is the last piece of his father on earth. They will never forgive that.”
Gloria hugged her baby tighter. She knew the woman was right.
Chapter 7: The Safe House
Back in Nigeria, the lawyer was already preparing himself for a battle he never planned to fight. He sat in his small office, wiping tears from his eyes as he read through the chief’s documents. He knew what Victoria would try to do. He knew the war that was coming. And he knew he had very little protection; he was just one man.
But he made a promise, and he would die before he broke it. The phone on his desk buzzed. It was an unknown number. He hesitated, then picked up.
“Barrister, my name is Gloria,” a shaky voice said. “I got your message.”
“I—I don’t know what to do. They are looking for us.”
The lawyer straightened in his seat. “Where are you now? Are you safe?”
“Not really,” Gloria whispered. “Someone tried to hit me with a car earlier today. I think they followed me.”
The lawyer swallowed. “Gloria, listen to me carefully. You cannot return to Nigeria yet.”
“But the chief—” her voice shook. “I didn’t get to show him his son. I didn’t get to tell him goodbye.”
The lawyer’s voice softened. “I know, but if you come back now, they will destroy everything. You need to stay hidden until I finalize the legal process.”
Gloria wiped her tears again. “How long will that take?”
The lawyer looked around his office, as if someone was watching him. “As long as I am alive, I will protect you, but you need to trust me. Do not return. Not yet.”
Just as he ended the call, he heard a sound outside—a car door slamming. He peeked through the blinds and saw two unfamiliar men standing beside a tinted SUV. His stomach twisted. Victoria had already made her move.
He quickly turned off all the lights, grabbed the documents, stuffed them into a hidden safe behind his bookshelf, and moved toward the back door. But before he could escape, the men were already knocking on the front door.
“Barrister,” one of them called, “open the door. We need to talk.”
The lawyer held his breath and stayed silent. The knocking became louder, then violent. “Open this door now.” He silently crept out through the back exit, sweating profusely. If those men caught him, they would force him to give up Gloria’s location. Or worse.
He ran into the darkness like a hunted animal.
Chapter 8: The Mansion’s Turmoil
Back in the mansion, Victoria’s daughters were losing their minds. Vanessa paced the living room, chewing her nails. “I called Kelvin,” she said. “He said if we lose this money, I should forget about him. He said he didn’t date me because of my beauty. Can you imagine? He said it straight.”
Sophie hissed. “Stupid girl. You and your Yahoo boy.”
Cynthia scoffed. “At least Kelvin wants her. My own boyfriend left me last week because I can’t invest 10 million into his stupid business.”
“You’re all fools,” Ruth said. “Mommy, what do we do now?”
Victoria took a deep breath and said, “We hit harder. We find that child.”
Norah, who had been quiet, suddenly whispered, “Mommy, what if Daddy already registered the baby legally? What if the baby already has his name?”
Everyone froze. Victoria clenched her jaw. “We have to pray he didn’t.”
“Mommy,” Vanessa whispered. “Do you think that baby is even safe where he is?”
Victoria turned toward her daughter slowly. “No one escapes me,” she whispered. “Not even a child.”
Chapter 9: The Escape
Meanwhile, Gloria was in the back seat of a small car driven by the chief’s trusted driver. The Nigerian woman sat beside her, watching the road behind them through the rearview mirror. Every time headlights appeared, Gloria’s heart jumped. Her baby slept in her arms, his tiny lips parted slightly, his warm breath brushing against her neck. She wished she could freeze that moment—just her and her child, safe and untouched.
But reality was different. “Where exactly are we going?” Gloria whispered.
The driver didn’t look back. “Somewhere safe. The chief prepared it. Nobody knows the address except me and the lawyer.”
“What about my mother? My brothers?” Gloria asked.
The woman shook her head sadly. “You can’t contact them yet. If Victoria finds them, she will use them to get to you.”
Gloria felt her chest tighten. She hated the thought of cutting her family off, but she knew the woman was right. Victoria wouldn’t stop. She would hurt anyone to get what she wanted.
Hours later, the car pulled into a gated compound in a quiet suburb. The house was small but clean, with thick curtains and double-locked doors. The driver helped her inside and said, “You stay here. Do not go outside unless I come for you. The lawyer will contact you when it’s safe.”
Gloria nodded, tears in her eyes. “Thank you. Please tell the lawyer to be careful.”
The driver nodded gently and left. Gloria shut the door, locked it, then sank to the floor. She held her baby and cried quietly. “I’m sorry,” she whispered to him. “Mommy is trying. Mommy is trying so hard.”
Chapter 10: The Burial
In Nigeria, preparations for Chief Richard’s burial began. But the burial was not about honoring him; it was about controlling the narrative. Victoria called different pastors, journalists, extended family members, and even traditional elders. She made sure everyone knew she was the grieving widow.
She made sure everyone saw her tears. She held Norah’s frail hand and whispered loudly, “Your father loved you so much.” She hugged Sophie dramatically, telling her, “We must stay united.” She kissed Vanessa’s forehead, saying, “We will protect our family.”
She told Cynthia, “Your father wanted you to be strong.” She told Ruth, “We cannot let outsiders scatter what your father worked for.” But inside her heart, she was already planning to erase the existence of Gloria and her child.
She sat alone in her room, staring at the mirror. “You think you won, Richard?” she whispered to her reflection. “You think you can replace my daughters with a bastard?” She leaned closer to the mirror. “You think I will allow a stranger to take my throne?” Her eyes darkened with fury. “I will burn the world before that happens.”
Chapter 11: The Tension Builds
Meanwhile, Gloria was pacing the small safe house living room, unable to sleep. Her baby cried softly in her arms. She rocked him gently, whispering lullabies she remembered from childhood. Just when she finally sat down, her phone buzzed. A message from an unknown number. Her heart dropped. She opened it. There were no words, only a photo—a picture of the apartment building she had just escaped from.
She felt the blood drain from her face. Then another message arrived: “You escaped today. But you can’t escape forever.” Gloria clutched her baby and backed away from the door, as if someone was about to break in. “Why won’t they leave us alone?” she cried.
Far away in the mansion, Victoria looked at her phone and smiled faintly. “She’s scared,” she whispered. “Good.” But even Victoria didn’t know something deeper, something darker, something she had never prepared herself for. In her quest to destroy Gloria and the baby, she had reawakened ghosts from her past—her buried secrets, her forgotten sins. One of those secrets was already moving toward her slowly, quietly, like a shadow returning to its owner.
Chapter 12: The Call
As Gloria placed her baby gently into a small cot in the safe house and wiped her tears, her phone buzzed again. A different number. She opened the message. It was from the lawyer. “Gloria, listen carefully. The chief’s burial is in one week. After that, things will get worse. Pack your things. You might have to come back sooner than planned.”
Gloria stared at her son and whispered, “I’m scared. I’m so scared.”
The lawyer replied instantly, “You have every right to be scared, but you are not alone. And your son—your son is worth fighting for.”
Gloria closed her eyes. Her son whimpered softly and reached for her finger. She kissed his tiny hand. “For you,” she whispered. “For you, I will be brave.”
But just as she said those words, her phone rang. An unknown number. She froze. She answered. A woman’s voice, a cold, familiar voice, whispered, “We know where you are. We know what you have. And when you land in Nigeria, we will be waiting.”
The line went dead. Gloria’s breath caught. Her knees buckled. Her baby began to cry. She held him to her chest and whispered, shaking uncontrollably, “God, please help us.”
Chapter 13: The Unfolding Drama
Now everything was uncertain. Would Victoria finally win? Would the baby survive? Would the lawyer stay loyal? Or would money change everything? And who was really behind that last call?
As the days passed, Gloria tried to maintain a sense of normalcy for her baby, but the fear gnawed at her. She spent sleepless nights rocking him, whispering promises of safety, while visions of Victoria’s wrath filled her mind.
Back in Nigeria, Victoria was relentless. She met with her daughters daily, plotting and scheming. “We cannot let that boy take what is ours,” she would say, her voice low and dangerous. “We will find Gloria, and we will make sure she knows her place.”
Vanessa, Cynthia, Sophie, and Ruth listened, their fear mingling with a twisted sense of loyalty to their mother. They understood the stakes. They understood that everything they held dear was on the line.
Chapter 14: The Final Countdown
As the week of the burial approached, the tension in the mansion grew palpable. Victoria organized every detail, ensuring that the narrative remained in her favor. She hired a public relations firm to manage the media, making sure the story was spun to portray her as the grieving widow, a woman wronged by fate.
Meanwhile, Gloria received a message from the lawyer, urging her to stay hidden and prepare for the worst. “They will come for you,” he warned. “You must be ready to fight for your son.”
Days turned into a blur of anxiety for Gloria. She felt the walls closing in around her. The small safe house, once a refuge, now felt like a cage.
Chapter 15: The Burial Day
The day of Chief Richard’s burial arrived, and the mansion was filled with mourners. Victoria played her part perfectly, shedding tears and embracing family members. But inside, she was a volcano ready to erupt.
As the burial took place, Victoria’s thoughts were consumed with Gloria. “She will pay for this,” she muttered under her breath. “I will not let her ruin everything.”
Meanwhile, Gloria watched the news from the safe house. The coverage of the burial was extensive, and she felt a pang of loss for the man she loved. But she also felt a surge of determination. “I will protect my son,” she vowed quietly.
Chapter 16: The Confrontation
As the sun set on the day of the burial, Victoria gathered her daughters in the living room. “This is it,” she said, her voice low and fierce. “We find Gloria tonight. We end this once and for all.”
The girls nodded, their fear replaced by a sense of purpose. They were ready to fight for their future, ready to do whatever it took to protect their family’s legacy.
Meanwhile, Gloria received another message from the lawyer, urging her to stay vigilant. “They are coming for you,” he warned. “You must move now.”
With her heart racing, Gloria packed her things, knowing that her time was running out. She couldn’t remain in hiding forever.
Chapter 17: The Showdown
As night fell, Victoria and her daughters set out, determined to find Gloria. They had a plan, and they were willing to do whatever it took to execute it.
Gloria, on the other hand, was prepared to fight for her son. She had no intention of letting Victoria take him away. With her baby held tightly in her arms, she steeled herself for the confrontation she knew was coming.
The two women were on a collision course, each driven by their own motivations—Victoria by greed and power, and Gloria by love and desperation.
Chapter 18: The Final Battle
The showdown was inevitable. As Victoria and her daughters closed in on Gloria’s location, the tension reached its peak. Gloria, sensing the danger, made a decision. She would not run. She would stand her ground and protect her child.
The night was dark, the air thick with anticipation. As Victoria and her daughters approached the safe house, Gloria took a deep breath, preparing for the fight of her life.
Chapter 19: The Clash
When Victoria and her daughters burst through the door, the confrontation was explosive. “You think you can just take what’s mine?” Victoria shouted, her eyes blazing with fury.
Gloria stood her ground, her baby cradled protectively in her arms. “He is my son, and I will fight for him,” she declared, her voice steady despite the fear coursing through her.
The two women faced off, a battle of wills that would determine the fate of their families.
Chapter 20: The Resolution
In the end, it was not just a battle of power and greed but a clash of love and desperation. As the dust settled, both women realized the cost of their actions.
Victoria, consumed by her need for control, faced the consequences of her choices. Gloria, driven by her love for her child, emerged stronger than ever.
In the aftermath, the lawyer stood by Gloria’s side, ready to protect her and her son. Together, they would face whatever challenges lay ahead, united by their shared purpose.
As the story unfolded, both women learned that the true battle was not just for wealth or power, but for love, family, and the future.
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