Cars, luxury, vacations, and expensive shopping, anything that had to do with excessive money spending was the life I was used to. I didn't ask for it, but it was given to me from birth. What do they call it again? Ah! born with a golden spoon. Like right now. I was currently sitting in my father's private jet waiting for the perfect time I would be signaled to present my beautiful self, the daughters he was so proud of. To any onlooker they would be filled with so much envy and jealousy, screaming how lucky I was. Having such a life, being treated like a princess. But they didn't know what I go through every day. I didn't have a life, I only lived the one that was designed for me. The perfect daughter. My father had prepared a whole welcome party at the airport to welcome me back home. If it were left for me, I would be back without anyone's notice, that was the type of life I liked. Living a peaceful and quiet life but well, fortunately, or unfortunately for me, I didn't get suc
" Isn't she just so beautiful?" My mother asked for the hundredth time and still, I didn't bother to look at the tv screen, I had far more important things to do than looking at the face of a woman on tv I didn't give two shits about. Especially these spoiled rich girls who go around flaunting their parents' money they didn't even work for. All they know how to do is throw money to plastic surgeons to alter their already hideous faces. Such a waste. " Son? Son?! Are you even listening to me?" Could I ever have peace without this woman breathing down my neck? " Mom not now." I knew what was coming next whenever she started showing me pictures are videos of a woman and it was a sign for me to run away. " But I want grandkids, do you want me to die first before you do just this one thing for me?" There, I knew it. Instead of starting an argument, I just took my laptop with the documents I was reviewing and left her in the sitting room. I wonder what part of I am not getting married
The whole time they were all partying while I just watched, they were as uninterested as I was, most of my uncles were only talking to my father because of the connection they could get from him, bunch of fakes. All I wanted was to rest my tired head, but with my entire family breathing down my neck I couldn't escape. I was seated close to my mom sipping on champagne when something suddenly whizzed past me and soon enough the whole place fell into chaos, gunshots were raining from everywhere. Well, someone else had a special way of welcoming me. I hadn't even spent a day here and they were already planning to kill me. The guards kicked into action as they told everyone to get down, did they even need to tell us that? We weren't dumb. Gunshots were being fired but we didn't see where they were coming from. " You're such bad luck, just the first day of your return, and the family is already getting attacked." My archenemy Emilia said. She finds every opportunity to annoy me. Even i
I wasn't even up to a day in the country and I was already being threatened. Aside from my parents already talking about getting married, I thought things couldn't get worse. I wasn't going to show them this. It would make everything unbearable. They would just have a fleet of bodyguards following me around the city. I was already complaining about the number of bodyguards I had, with the gunshot that just happened if I showed them this message, I would be selling my freedom. I had to keep this a secret at the same time I had to be careful, I don't know who the message was from but it was obvious the mastermind of the attack sent it. Could it be my archenemy Emilia? I couldn't be so sure, what if someone else was behind this? It was clear as day that my return to this country didn't sit well with someone, Emilia was one of those people but I don't think she's bold enough to do this when everyone in the family knows of our rival. She could easily get into trouble. Then who could i
" Thank you all for your warm welcome yesterday although I'm sorry for the unexpected attack, it wasn't like any of us saw it coming," I said to my family as we all had breakfast, I couldn't wait for them to be on their way. Especially Emilia " Oh dear, it wasn't your fault." My uncle's wife, who I know spends all his money on plastic surgery spoke and I smiled at her, mind you it was forced. " So what's your plan?" My closest cousin asked and all I could manage was a shrug. " What plan could she have? She has everything planned out for her, you know being a spoilt princess and all." The sooner they leave my house, the better chance I have of avoiding prison on my second day in Italy. Emilia was getting on my nerves. " Emilia, stop!" Someone said but I didn't care, I was channeling all my energy and calling all the gods of calm so I wouldn't kill her. " Thank you for the breakfast, I'll be leaving first. And thank you all once again for the welcome." I said as I stood up from my
" What's wrong?" Rodrigo asked as he picked up the envelope that fell from my hand and looked into it. " Fuck, girl, they've been tailing you, who could it be? Doesn't this person have something else to do than following you around?" The pictures were of me leaving the house this morning, and all other places I've visited. Who could be so desperate to wipe me off the face of the earth that they had to be everywhere I go? Could it be the lady who bumped into me earlier? " We should report this to the police," Rodrigo said as he held my hand and we both started walking out of the restaurant. " We can't," " Why is that?" He asked, surprise evident in his voice. " We just can't, whoever is doing this just wants me to be scared, and involving the police would just put me more in the spotlight and soon enough it would be all over the media, I don't want that to happen," " Then what do we do?" Rodrigo asked as he opened the car door for me but instead of getting in, I took the envelo
" Isn't it nice to meet the love of your life here?" I heard Rodrigo teasingly ask as I came out of my thoughts. " You wish," Rodrigo had always mocked me about having hidden feelings for this freak but he was so wrong. I could feel eyes on me and I knew just who they belonged to but I didn't give two shits about it, he could stare at me all he wanted. " Mr. Ferdinand, so nice to see you here," I guess one of Rodrigo's business associates said as he shook hands with Rodrigo, and then turned to me. " And who is this lovely lady with you?" I smiled at him as I took his hand that was stretched towards me for a handshake. " This is my best friend, Lilian Vincent," Rodrigo said as the man raised his brows at Rodrigo seeming not to believe him. " Well, this is something different from the usual types you bring here," " I agree with you on that," Rodrigo said as they got to talking about whatever it was businessmen talked about while I just sipped on my wine. One thing I was proud o
The room grew silent as I stared at the man in front of me, if this was some kind of joke it was too expensive. I didn't want to jump to conclusions even though the smirk the bastard had on his face told me whatever assumptions I had might just be true. " What are you doing here?" I asked with spite, surprising my parents. " What are you doing Lilian? Is that the way to talk to a man you'll be getting married to soon?" If I wasn't sure before now, the confirmation was right before my eyes, it was him, they wanted me to marry him, they wanted me to go to prison. " There would be no wedding," I said with so much confidence like nobody could utter my decision. " Stop this madness, Lilian," My father said in anger, not liking the fact that I was disrespecting his soon-to-be son-in-law or rather business partner. " What madness Dad? That I don't want to marry a man I don't love, that you're forcing me to do something I don't want to? Seriously, you're the one that needs to stop this m