chapter 2

Two years after...

Her Pov

..."one two three, one two three drink...

One two three, one two three drink...

Iiiiiii wanna swing from the chanderliiiier, from the chanderliiiier

Ohhhh iiiiiiii wanna dance like tomorrow doesn't exist, like it doesn't exist..."

                ~ Chandelier by sia~

I allowed the lyrics of the song playing in the background to sink into me as I stared at the bottle of alcohol in front of me- untouched!!!

Let the song be your guide

One, two, three, drink!!

I mentally yelled at myself as I forced the butter liquid down my throat.

I usually don't take alcohol, I don't even like it.

Suzie always warned me not to take it, especially if I wanted to maintain my model body. I didn't want to but this night, I just had to.

  Dragging me out of my thoughts was a young man about my age with elegant dark hair taking a sit beside me on the counter.

The bar attendant smiled at him and he smiled back

"The usual sir?" The bar attendant asked nicely.

The man nodded, "I'll have a cup of black whiskey please"

Black whiskey? What kinda drink is that?

The bar attendant poured a desired quality of Tenerife white wine and then a cup of whiskey into the cup

People drink a whole lotta weird cocktails tho...

  But then I paused, the color of the drink wasn't black, it had a deep shade of gray, definitely not to be called black.

"Why do you call it black whiskey when it's gray "I didn't even realize he heard what I said until he turned.

"Who said it has to be completed black before you judge it?" he questioned back.

He had a goddamn sexy British accent.

"It's quite obvious that it's gray " I answered back.

"Ahh....but gray is a shade of black isn't it? And so whatever character or trait black has is also attributed to gray, like how someone will address you by your surname because you have the attributes of your father"

He replied so smartly.

"But the white colour in the black makes the difference, doesn't it? it can't completely surrender to black when there's a shade of brightness in it huh?

That's what makes it gray, the brightness in it". I replied smiling knowing fully well I had won the argument.

He smiled and took a sip of the drink and relaxed.

"I didn't know ladies had a deep interested in dark colors"

He teased.

And I smiled.

"What's the name?" he asked

"Bella" I replied

His lips curled into a small smile.

"I know I know, the name matches the personality"I teased.

He scoffed, rolled his eyes, and smiled.

"Whatever" he murmured in his drink.

"And you?"

He paused for about five seconds and spoke

"Grey..."

I gave a short laugh.

"You're joking right?"

He shook his head negativity

"I'm serious"

I paused and began to think.

When he talked about the drink, was he talking about himself????

"Don't think so much about it "he said smiling and stood up

"It was nice meeting you too" he finished and walked away.

I smiled at myself stupidly, I was happy I talked to that stranger, at least he helped me get my mind off my current situation for about 10 minutes.

And now I remembered it, I felt my tummy rumble.

I was done for good. I sighed again as I looked at my phone and saw a text from my father telling me to come to the guest house in the hotel.

I was even surprised he had my number, someone that didn't even give a fuck about my existence.

I took a deep breath in and then let it out and stood up to face my fate....the time had come.

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I walked into the guest room and met my Fathe- sorry, foster father and my mother sitting on the couch waiting for me

"So let's get this up with so that I can head home, I've got a life to live you know, "I said sluggishly

The alcohol must have already started doing its work and I was happy because I wanted to wake up tomorrow with no memories of what happened today.

"Are you talking to me like that???" My father, sorry, I keep mistaken - foster father almost screamed.

"Well it's not my fault you're forcing a 23-year-old girl to get married to one of your obnoxious power and money-crazy friends because of your gluttonous thirst for Money"

I shrugged, this was the first time I ever dared to speak to my father like that and he knew something was wrong.

He walked up to me and sniffed me, he frowned.

"Bella ...are you drunk ???" he asked with anger in his voice.

He continued, " listen and listen to me very well, if you blow this opportunity up, I don't mind sending you and your mother back to the hell hole I brought you from, do you hear me??" He threatened.

"I don't want to get married to a stranger I know nothing of and I don't love," I said firmly.

Maybe I should start taking Alcohol more often because I love the boldness I'm having right now.

"Oh, you want to get married to someone you love huh? Now tell me, the one you loved where did he lead you to??

Weren't you the one that was depressed for nearly one year??

Didn't I warn you Bella, didn't I warn you about him? Didn't I tell you not to date that slum dog?? But no..you wanted to be a nice little girl and you squandered all the money I invested into you on that bastard. Now tell me Bella where is the love? I'm not going to let you mess up things again as usual.

You keep messing up your life, you can't even make sensible decisions on your own."

I swallowed hard and fought back emotions as fresh memories of what Jacob did to me resurfaced.

He did warn me, and he did tell me I was going to regret it, but I didn't listen.

"Now listen and listen carefully missi, I am the one that made you, I have every right over you, and the day you choose to rebel against me, I will return you to the hell hole you came from.

I am the one that is telling you who to marry and who you won't.

Mr. Hampton is coming over with his son any moment from now and you are going to marry his son whether you like it or not so that your child will carry the Hampton name and inherit all the properties, and if you mess this up, YOU.ARE.DEAD."

I took a deep breath in and released it.

My life has always been a tragic story, so this happening was only part of the tragic role in my life.

I sat down on the table beside the window and looked outside.

"Let's get this over with" I whispered

I closed my eyes and thought about all the tragedies that surrounded my life.

My mother got pregnant for my twin brother and me out of wedlock, on the day of our delivery, the twin brother came out first before I did and before my mother could recover, they kidnapped him and sold him to an unknown person.

My real father's parents agreed to accept us at first after hearing that their son had run away from his responsibility but after figuring out it wasn't a boy but I girl, they immediately changed their mind and deserted us, and we didn't even have the money to sue them.

My mother kept me in a charity center to live during my childhood so at least I had a place to live and eat while she struggled to feed herself.

When I entered high school, she removed me from the charity center so that at least I could join her and do manual jobs with her to get money.

Throughout my stay in high school, she kept on reminding me not to make the same mistake she made when she was younger and that I should keep myself.

That was when she met  Mr. Peters who fell in love with her and promised to marry her and change her life.

Truthfully he did, he didn't break his promise, he married my mother and adopted me to be his daughter, he also promised to help us find my twin brother- that is if he was still alive.

But things started changing, he started becoming more aggressive as the day went on and threatened to throw us out if we misbehaved.

He maltreated me severely and would remind me daily that my father left me and it wouldn't be hard for him to do the same too.

I grew up experiencing nothing but pain. people that see me from afar always thought that because I was wealthy, I had everything I ever wanted.....they were wrong, I lacked love.

My mother was the only person that stood for me and by me, she knew she couldn't stand up to her husband, but she tried to protect me to the extent that she could.

Jacob was my bodyguard initially when I started my fashion designing and modeling career at age 20 after just graduating from fashion school.

I saw potential in him, or I thought I saw potential in him and I thought I was bringing it out into the world and letting him shine too.

I introduced him to modeling and he even began to have more endorsement than I ever did.

I loved him, and I thought he loved me, I only thought that maybe he will forever be grateful to me for bringing him this far and will never leave me, but I was wrong.

He knew my story, he knew why I never allowed him to sleep with me, and he pretended to be fine with it so that he would be able to deceive me and drain me financially till whenever he felt like he didn't need me.

And in the end, I was the stupid nice girl.

When my parents found out that I was sinking into depression because of heartbreak, my foster father was furious and was ready to destroy Jacob mostly because he drained me, but I begged him not to.

And my father repeated the same words Jacob said,

"Nobody will love you...

  You're too nice...

You don't even deserve love.."

   The only person that understood my problem was my mother.

Now, my father has found a rich man's son for me to be stuck with for the rest of my life. 

Indeed, nothing but tragedy.....

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