When love lead prologue

When love lead

📝Gideon.🖍
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Prologue
His strong, rich ,fitted , handsome, famous , c,old hearted human being..Yeah that’s what everyone thinks about me.

I’m William Morris, am twenty six..am the best ki*ck boxing fighter in the wh0le of ki*ck boxing at this time..have dominate in many countries, have given my country more respect , am good more than you can imagine..people call me king of new york, I have long dark hair.
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Ahhh this is the part i don’t like, I hate explaining myself but in this I just have.
My dad was into ki*ck boxing, and he put me through at the age of eighteen..I trained for four years with my dad as my coach, and I had my first match at twenty one.
Got bea*ten by a California guy, I was hospitalized for a week because of that match the dude dis*located my right arm it took three months and a half for my arm to be back to normal, but all this didn’t come against my love and passion I have for ki*ck boxing.
My parents di*ed when i was twenty four, in the plane going to London for holiday when the plane two engine went off and boom that was it.
Sad 😭 year of my life, but i gat to move on they are gone and i have to keep the legacy going my dad wealth was transferred to me one of the thing that got me so damn rich today.
All my motivation and inspiration came for ki*ck boxing and I remembered my dad last word he said to me before traveling with my mum.
” That passion William , that fire in you..l want you to keep it burning, keep on hitting it up and i bet you will never fall”
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And am not gonna let my dad down or anyone who looks up to me.
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I was about writing the next sentence when I got a text for my coach Steve..Steve is my dad best friend, he has been with me all my life.
” 📱Am coming to pick you up William, your match is starting four hours from now”
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I stood up from my desk and walk to the bathroom to freshing up 🚿.
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Amelia
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You call this life, but I called it pain..I hate my life ,I hate the life am living.

with so much tears 😭 on my eyes I stare at my dad photo.
“Dad why did you go, why did you left me all alone with Ava and her daughter..I can’t take this is too h*ot for me to handle”.

My mum di*ed she di*ed of cancer , and if that’s not enough my dad was kil*led in his office cold blo*oded.

I have a step sister called esther she is older than me with a year..she treats me like a piece of sh*it, hers is even better.

Ava my step mum, she ha*tes me, she mal, treat me…am twenty four but I have no say in my dad house or even my life.
They are maids but my step mum makes me clean the wh0le mansion and the worst part is she gave me a time to it…if i can’t clean the wh0le mansion in twenty minutes n,o food for that day..and yes have not eaten for two days now.

My dad is a great business man in america, when he died my step mum takes over his business.

I use to be on Gucci, but now am a mess, turn into a maid in my dad house overnight.

And don’t even speak about hope, cause have lost all hope in myself, i always wanted to be like queen fashion..but now i don’t know.
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