Lashirah_Hash

She thought she was free.

Until a billionaire and his daughter saw her — and decided she was theirs.

One wanted a wife.
The other wanted a mother.
Neither asked if she agreed.

They watched her for two years. Followed her every move.
Until one day, they flew across the world and bought her future — with smiles, paperwork, and charm that smelled like roses but felt like chains.

Now, she sleeps in silk sheets she didn’t choose.
Wears clothes she didn’t buy.
Answers to a name she didn’t earn.

Every touch is a test.
Every night is a transaction.
And every whispered “I love you” is a warning.

She hides pills beneath her tongue.
She dreams of running.
But there is no escape — only a cage made of wealth, obsession, and unbearable intimacy.

Because he doesn’t just want her body.
He wants her compliance.
Her mind.
Her loyalty.
Her womb.

And when the daughter discovers the truth —
she doesn’t cry.
She accuses.

Now the doors are locked.
The smiles are gone.
And the only thing more terrifying than being watched…
is being needed.

This isn’t love.
This is possession with a wedding ring.
This is family, twisted into obsession.
This is what happens when a girl becomes the answer to someone else's madness.

THE WIFE,THE MOTHER,THE PRISONER

Lelo didn't like others touching Mama's things.

That was her spot. Their spot. Where Mama sat every morning brushing her hair, humming softly. Where Lelo sometimes curled up on her lap, watching her apply lotion to her deep brown skin, her long fingers moving like they were painting something delicate.

So when Mama left for school that morning, Lelo tiptoed into her room and closed the door behind her.

She liked setting things up. The brush laid straight. The perfume at just the right tilt. The hairband folded like Mama did it.

Until her toe nudged something beneath the edge of the rug.

She knelt down and peeled the corner of the carpet back. There, nearly invisible against the floor, was a tiny white tablet. She plucked it up between her fingers.

Just cold and round and suspiciously alone.

At first, she thought maybe it was a vitamin. Mama had been looking pale lately. Maybe she was tired. Maybe she was sick and didn't want to worry anyone.

So she slipped it into her pocket and crept quietly down the hall to the study — the one with the tablet her father gave her, the one with no locks or filters.

She sat at the desk, legs dangling, and pulled the pill out again.

She typed slowly, carefully. Each letter took effort — she wanted to get it right.

White pill. Small. Round. Marked "E30."

She read the words out loud like she was trying to prove they weren't real:

> "Emergency… contraception... birth control... prevents pregnancy... after sex…"

Her hand clutched the tablet so tight the edge dug into her skin.

She stared at the pill in her other hand.

She imagined all the times her father whispered that Mama would bring them siblings. The way he talked about family like it was already growing inside her.

Lelo looked down at the white pill.

> "She's been killing them," she said, barely breathing.

PART 1- YOU'VE BEEN KILLING THEM,MAMA