Resolve
I met his eyes awkwardly again before looking away and moving to stand at the side.
Neither of us said anything until a midnight blue Rolls Royce Phantom pulled up. The driver hopped out to open the door.
The man nodded once at me before entering the car. Wondering who he was, I snapped a quick photo of the license plate — the number 2 before it was too far away. It would be good to look it up later.
Very soon, the vehicle I had ordered arrived. I quietly got into the back seat and stared out the window as it drove me home. When we arrived at the gate to enter the property I swiped my id and the gates swung open. Home at last
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Sitting in my room after a fresh shower I sat on my bed to analyze my evening.
One, I no longer had a fiance. This meant my status in the house had dropped drastically. Being an illegitimate child and being so close to my sister in age meant my father was not a very loyal man in his marriage. My best-case scenario would have been for me to live with my mother.
Which is what happened until she died when I was seven years old.
As part of her dying will, she released my fathers' paternity results to the press forcing his hand in bringing me in as his legal child and me moving in with his family. Needless to say, I was blamed by everyone including my two step-siblings who accused me of breaking up their happy family.
I have been existing as a second class citizen for the past 11 years. Everything I got was second hand, last choice. In our giant house I had the smallest room, was the only one who did chores along with the servants, and had no car. I wasn't allowed to attend most family events unless it involved the elders or the public.
It was a life better than most I'll admit, but I wanted to get away from the constant blame and verbal/emotional abuse and make my own way.
The chance for me to do that was Alex Christian. Ever since I arrived at the house I was told and groomed to be a partner to him. The Christian family is one of the top families of the country.
They can trace back their ancestry hundreds of years back to the countries founders. Although
Alex's birth was a bit of a societal faux pax, (His mother had him out of wedlock to a wealthy man) and had only gotten remarried to a younger man a couple of years back.
Having your maternal family be one of the top families still made him a prime candidate to wed and build connections with. It also didn't hurt that he was smart and handsome as well.
Being married to him would have given me the social standing to stand up to my family. That is why I had put my all into cultivating myself to be the type of girl he liked. He was 3 years older than me (21 to my 17.5 ) but we attended the same private school before he graduated and went to college.
I made sure to get interested in the clubs he liked, attended his activities, learned his likes and dislikes. I took classes so I could eventually help with his family's businesses. So that when we inevitably got married he would support and like me.
I was graduating in a few months and had planned to go to A University along with most of my peers. I had planned on studying business to be of help to Alex but since the engagement had been called off that was off the books.
I needed to change my major to something I actually cared about and separate from my parents' influence as much as possible.
High School would be unpleasant for the next couple of months but I could deal with that. I had already received acceptance to the university and had a full scholarship as my parents had told me to go to another school with a full-ride or pay my own way if I wanted to go to A university.
I would graduate high school in June and turn 18 right after that. With the money I'd saved up over the years, I could move into a small apartment by the university and live there until I could move into the dorms. With this, I could start extracting myself from my parents and start living life the way I wanted to.
Satisfied with my plan, I locked my door and went to sleep. Unbeknownst to me, a storm was brewing.