Bullies TREATED a Poor Girl Badly, then she did this_EPISODE: 6 Maybe the principer had actually listened this time. Before she went home, Fred went to the school restroom like she usually did. The hall were almost empty by then. She was washing her hand when the door cracked open behind her. She turned and her heart instantly dropped. Vanessa and her gang walked in. Minifred began to panic. With a trembling voice, she begged, "Please, Vanessa, I don't want any trouble. Please." Vanessa smirked, strolling in casually. Trouble? Who said I came here for you? Am I not allowed to use the restroom like everyone else? Vanessa hissed and walked to the sink, washing her hand. Wifred blinked in disbelief. Maybe she had changed. Suddenly, as Winnie Fred was about to turn to leave, one of the girls intentionally put her foot out. Wifred tripped hard on it, crashing her face hard into the tide floor. Pain exploded in her face and tears flowed down instantly to her eyes. Before she could recover from this, Vanessa quickly pulled her roughly to a kneeling position. Wifi tried to fight her away and get up, but the two girls grabbed her arms, forcing her to kneel down. "You thought it was over, right? You thought your pathetic old grandmother would help you," Vanessa said. Then one of the girls went into one of the toilet stales and returned with a plastic bowl filled with water. "Open your mouth," Vanessa commanded. "No, please." Wifred cried while struggling. But Vanessa and her gang were stronger. They held her still, forced her mouth open, and poured the water down her throats. But it wasn't water, it was pee. Winfred kagged, spitting out and shocking as the girls around her bust into laughter. Wifred eyes were streamed with tears and had turned red and her body was trembling with shock and disgust. "So you think reporting me to that wrinkled grandmother of yours will change anything?" Vanessa said, "Now you will think twice before messing with me again." With a final shove, she dropped her to the floor and walked away laughing. Wifred cried and cried, but it wasn't over. When Winnifred tried to leave the restroom, she realized the door was locked. Vanessa and her gang members had locked it. Wifred pulled and pulled on the handle, but nothing. They had locked her inside and had taken the key with them. She banged on the door with her fist, screaming, crying for help, but no one came. It was Friday and there will be no one at school on Saturday and on Sunday. The janitor, who sometimes came to clean on weekends, never showed up. Wifred knew that Vanessa might have told her not to come, and the woman must have respected her commands. Wifred screamed and banged on the door several times until her hands began to hurt. By Saturday morning, she was extremely hungry and thirsty and because of this, her lips cracked and her skin looked so dull. 🚨 Missed an Episode? Don't Worry! 🚨 📌 ALL Episodes Here 👉 https://www.blogchimu.com/748/ 📌Follow the link in the story to the next episode! ✨ Love the story? FOLLOW 👉 https://tinyurl.com/Random-Story for more, and help me reach 200 shares by sharing with your friends! 🚀 Find the link in the story for the next episode. #Africantales #tales #DMZ #bbfb #fypシ゚ #highlights #WeRiseByLiftingOthers To be continued… ⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ ❌ DON'T COPY ❌ Like comment and share

(PART 3) She Missed Her Interview to Help a Stranger— not knowing It Was Her Rich Mother-in-Law #africantales By the time she arrived at the corporate building, she was out of breath. She hurried inside, clutching her folder tightly. The receptionist, a tall, serious-looking woman, barely glanced at her. “I had an interview scheduled for 8 AM,” Amaka said, panting. “I know I’m late, but it was an emergency. Please, can I still go in?” The receptionist didn’t even flinch. “The interview is over.” Amaka’s heart dropped. “Please,” she begged. “I had to save someone’s life. I can explain.” The receptionist gave her a blank stare. “If you were serious about the job, you would have been here on time.” Amaka felt the lump in her throat grow. “Please, I just need five minutes with the hiring manager,” she pleaded. “Just five minutes.” The receptionist shook her head. “Sorry, ma. No exceptions.” Amaka’s fingers tightened around her folder. She wanted to scream. To cry. To beg. But what was the point? She had already lost. With slow, painful steps, she turned around and walked out. When Amaka got home, she collapsed onto her bed. She tried to hold back the tears. She failed. She had spent so many months struggling, hoping, praying for an opportunity. And when she finally got one, she lost it. Her phone buzzed. It was Daniel. She hesitated before answering. “Hey, love,” he said warmly. “How did the interview go?” Amaka swallowed hard. “I missed it,” she whispered. Daniel’s tone instantly changed. “What? Why?” Amaka took a shaky breath and told him everything. By the time she was done, Daniel was silent. Then he said softly, “I am so proud of you.” Amaka sniffled. “But I lost the job.” “You saved someone’s life,” Daniel said. “That’s more important than any job.” Amaka closed her eyes, letting his words sink in. Maybe he was right. Maybe she had done the right thing. She just wished it didn’t hurt so much. The next morning, Amaka couldn’t stop thinking about the elderly woman she had saved. She decided to go back to the hospital to check on her. But when she arrived, she got a surprise. “The elderly woman?” the nurse asked. “Oh, she was discharged early this morning. Her family came to pick her up.” Amaka frowned. “Oh… okay. Do you know who they are?” The nurse smiled. “Of course. That was Chief Mrs. Grace Wood.” Amaka’s heart stopped. Daniel’s mother. The woman who hated her. Amaka felt dizzy. She had saved the life of the woman who didn’t want her in her son’s life. She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Days later, Amaka was talking to Daniel on the phone when he suddenly said something shocking. “My mother wants to meet you.” Amaka almost dropped her phone. “What?” “She had an accident on Monday, and something changed in her. She said she’s ready to meet you.” Amaka’s head spun. This was it. After all the rejection… Grace was finally willing to meet her. Amaka sat in the back seat of Daniel’s car, staring out the window as they drove toward the Wood Mansion. Her heart pounded so loudly, that she could barely hear the sound of traffic outside. She was finally going to meet Grace Wood. For months, Grace had refused to acknowledge her. She had done everything in her power to keep her away from Daniel. Now, suddenly, after the accident, everything had changed. Daniel reached over and squeezed her hand. “Are you okay?” Amaka swallowed hard. Was she? She wasn’t sure. She nodded slowly. “I just… I don’t know what to expect.” Daniel gave her a reassuring smile. “Neither do I. But whatever happens, I’m with you.” Amaka exhaled deeply. She hoped this wasn’t some sort of cruel joke. She had already lost so much because of this family. Now, she was about to walk straight into their world. The Wood Mansion was even more luxurious than she had imagined. As they drove through the massive iron gates, Amaka felt like she had entered a different world. The compound was sprawling, with neatly trimmed hedges and tall palm trees swaying in the breeze. The mansion itself looked like something out of a fairy tale—white pillars, tall glass windows, gold-plated doors. This was power. This was wealth. And she was about to step right into it. The car stopped in front of the grand entrance, and a uniformed driver opened the door for them. Amaka hesitated for a second. Then, taking a deep breath, she stepped out. The doors swung open, and a maid led them into a large sitting room. And there, sitting elegantly on a velvet couch, was Chief Mrs. Grace Wood. The moment Grace laid eyes on Amaka, her expression changed. Her eyes widened in shock. Amaka froze. Her hands trembled. For a few seconds, everything was silent. Then Grace whispered, "I know you." Amaka’s heart skipped a beat. Daniel frowned, looking between them. “Mama, what do you mean?” Grace slowly stood up. Her gaze was locked onto Amaka. "You... You saved me." Amaka felt her breath catch in her throat. She had known this moment would come. She had known that Grace would eventually realize who she was. But nothing could have prepared her for the way the older woman looked at her now. With pure, raw emotion. Daniel turned to Amaka, confused. “Wait… what’s going on?” Amaka hesitated, then whispered, "The woman I saved that day… It was your mother." Daniel’s eyes widened. "What?" Grace’s face softened. “I thought I was going to die,” she said quietly. “But you… you held my hand. You fought for me. You saved my life, even though you didn’t have to.” Amaka nodded slowly. “I couldn’t just leave you there.” Grace took a shaky breath. “You gave up your future that day. For a stranger.” For the first time in her life, Chief Mrs. Grace Wood looked… vulnerable. She stepped forward, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. She reached out and took Amaka’s hands in hers. “My daughter…” she whispered. “You saved my life.”

POOR GIRL WAS FIXING HER MAKEUP IN A CAR WINDOW UNAWARE SOMEONE WAS WATCHING Mara stood by the roadside, squinting into the tinted window of a sleek black car. Her reflection stared back, smudged and tired. She dabbed on cheap lipstick and patted her cracked powder compact, trying to look presentable before catching the bus home. She had just finished cleaning offices downtown—her part-time job barely paid enough to survive, but she managed. #stargt She didn’t care whose car it was. It was just a mirror to her. But what she didn’t know was that someone was inside. Liam sat silently in the back seat, watching her with curious eyes. A billionaire known for his ruthless business deals and cold demeanor, he wasn’t easily impressed. But there was something about this girl. The way she pouted at her reflection, the determined strokes of her lipstick, the innocence in her eyes. She had no idea someone was watching… and that someone was him. As she adjusted her scarf and stepped back, Mara caught a strange movement in the glass. Her heart skipped. She leaned closer—and froze. A man was inside, staring right at her. “Oh my God…” she gasped, stumbling back. “I’m so sorry!” She turned quickly to leave, mortified. But then she heard a deep, calm voice behind her. “Hey, you. What’s your name?” Mara paused. No rich man had ever spoken to her like that before—without mockery or pity. She clutched her worn-out handbag, unsure what to do. “…Mara,” she replied, voice barely above a whisper. Liam stepped out of the car, tall and commanding. His eyes studied her like she was a puzzle. “Do you always use strangers’ cars as mirrors?” he asked, the hint of a smirk on his lips. Her face flushed, but she lifted her chin. “Only when I can’t afford a real one.” That confidence… unexpected, unpolished. It made Liam smile for the first time in days. He reached into his jacket and pulled out a sleek business card, handing it to her. “You’re bold. I like that. Come work for me.” Mara blinked at the card, stunned. Was this a prank? “W-Work? As what?” “My personal assistant.” She stared at him, speechless. Was he serious? What did a billionaire want with a girl who cleaned floors for a living? But Liam was already leaning against his car like he had all the time in the world. That night, Mara didn’t sleep. The card sat on her small table, almost glowing. Her entire world had shifted with a single sentence. The next morning, she called the number. Liam’s assistant answered instantly. “Mr. Liam asked me to expect your call. Can you come to the office today?” Her heart pounded. She walked into Liam’s company—towering glass walls, sharp-dressed workers, luxury dripping from every corner. And there she was, in her only clean dress, shoes that had seen better days. When she entered his office, Liam didn’t look surprised. “I want you as my personal assistant,” he repeated, calmly. “I-I don’t have any qualifications,” she stammered. “I’m not hiring a degree,” he said, leaning forward. “I’m hiring honesty. Loyalty. Boldness. Things you showed me without even trying.” Mara swallowed hard. “Unless…” Liam added with a teasing smile, “you’d prefer to keep fixing makeup on random car windows forever?” Her lips parted, but no words came out. All she knew was—her life was about to change. And it all began with a little makeup and the wrong window. 🚨 Missed an Episode? Don't Worry! 🚨 Follow Me for more stories! ✨ To be continued… #africanfolktales #storytime #culture #africanstories #moralstories #folktales #folklore #folk #africanstorytellerafricantales #tales #africanfolklore #nigerianfolktales #africanfolktalesbyada #africanhistory #africanheritage #prophecy #viralvideo #viralvideos #viralshorts #trending #trend #trendingvideo #story #Storytelling