Tracy Clarke is a twenty-three years old archaeologist who believes in women being independent and she shows this by creating success for herself, despite being the daughter of a billionaire. She leads a modest life and never takes any relationship seriously because of a heartbreak she had as a teenager. She and her brother are taken into another world where their lives changed forever. Tracy learns to grow as a person and is compelled to be stronger than anyone would ask of a young woman. Killian, a prince in Agroman, a land in a magical realm, sees Tracy and finds her character quite interesting. He is enthralled by her, but cannot tell exactly why she amazes him. He finds her annoying, but still can't get her off his mind. How will Tracy go back to the normal world? Will she ever get her life back? Will she survive in this world where she knows no one and nothing? Will she fall in love with Killian? Read more to know how their story goes. This is #1 of the Beautiful Chaos series
View MoreTRACYI stared at the clear blue sky, almost void of any cloud at all. The sun was still rising and so wasn't harsh at all. It looked as though it peeped through the sky. I had woken up a few moments ago and I had immediately gone to look at the sky. What else could I do? I didn't have a morning routine so I always did whatever came to mind. Today's was staring at the sky so intensely that one would think I was trying to see what was beyond it. Meanwhile, I was simply asking the sky how my day would go. Don't judge me— a popular actress did the same thing in a movie, and it worked!Someone knocked on my door. Yeah, it was time to start my day. “Come in!” I sang. I literally sang the words with my bad voice.It was Mrs Abigail, my house cleaner. She came thrice a week to clean up the whole duplex mansion. She was very well paid and didn't mind doing it all by herself. “Good morning, ma'am,” she greeted me.“Good morning to you too.”“Aidan is here. He has already treated himself to
TRACY “We haven't spoken in six months,” Justin said. “And I don't think that's alright at all.”I cleared my throat before speaking. “Good thing we are speaking now.”Man, I didn't know what to say. Over the years, my relationship with my brother worsened. I had only one issue with him: he was an unserious person. I guess he fitted the picture of a billionaire’s kid more than I ever would. He was living off Dad's money and living his life as though it was one big party. That was pretty much all it was though.He was young so I didn't blame him for relying on Dad. That wasn't the issue— it wouldn't even be an issue to me if he was a grown man. The issue was that he was spoilt and having so much money and with no supervision whatsoever— let's just say it made a huge mess out of him. “How are you doing?” He asked. “I’m fine. What about you?” He replied immediately though his voice was unclear. “I’m good too.”We managed to speak on the phone for three minutes before I hung up. Those
TRACY Dad rarely calls. And even if he does, half the time, I don't answer his calls. Half the time that I pick up his calls, I'm very unfriendly and agitated. I just didn't like talking to him and having us pretend that he was this good father who wanted nothing more than the happiness of his two offspring. He wasn't- not to me, not to Justin. As far as billionaires go, Dad was a pretty decent man. Some even went as far as calling him a very kind man and I have heard people say he had a heart of gold. Well, he had a ridiculous amount of gold, both in jewellery and those he invested in. Gold was indeed very dear to his heart, but his heart wasn't made of gold. I knew that. At best, Dad was a decent man, but a terrible father. And it was worse when he “tried” because even though the man was the world's most successful and leading movie producer, he couldn't play his role as a father even if a manual was placed on his lap from the heavens. “Hmmn,” the naked man on my bed let out as h
TRACY Dad rarely calls. And even if he does, half the time, I don't answer his calls. Half the time that I pick up his calls, I'm very unfriendly and agitated. I just didn't like talking to him and having us pretend that he was this good father who wanted nothing more than the happiness of his two offspring. He wasn't- not to me, not to Justin. As far as billionaires go, Dad was a pretty decent man. Some even went as far as calling him a very kind man and I have heard people say he had a heart of gold. Well, he had a ridiculous amount of gold, both in jewellery and those he invested in. Gold was indeed very dear to his heart, but his heart wasn't made of gold. I knew that. At best, Dad was a decent man, but a terrible father. And it was worse when he “tried” because even though the man was the world's most successful and leading movie producer, he couldn't play his role as a father even if a manual was placed on his lap from the heavens. “Hmmn,” the naked man on my bed let out as h...
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