1 Prologue and Chapter 1

Prologue

"Oh my, what a beautiful child! She looks just like you, Violetta," a woman covered in make-up and wearing an elaborate gown praised the princess-like six-year-old girl.

The latter bashfully hid behind her mother's long gown, sweetly smiling.

"She's my daughter," the mother replied, proud of herself. "She'll grow up just like me!"

"Grow up like a whore, then," a sarcastic voice commented from the other table.

They were attending a high-class party, and society's wealthy families were here. People were busy showing off their wealth and children.

The little girl turned to the voice. She couldn't understand what a whore meant, but she knew her mother was angry.

She didn't want her mother to be hurt and drink alcohol again. Perhaps, she would hit her. The little girl trembled.

"Don't mind her," the lady at their table said. "She is just jealous of you, Violetta. I heard that Diamond Designs' CEO is fond of you."

"Oh, yes," her mother loudly answers. "Look at the necklace I'm wearing! He gave it to me."

Thanks to the lady in red her mother forgot about the bad woman and they changed topics. But the little girl knew that she would face her mother's wrath at home.

The child trembled and hugged herself, wishing in her heart for her Daddy to come home.

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Chapter 1

Violet walked along the halls of the university. Everyone's eyes were on her while she ignored them. She was used to people making a circus out of her.

Anyway, she looked like a clown with all her messy, thick make up. She was used to people's judgmental eyes and thought that this was way better than when she was younger.

At least, here, no one's calling her a whore. No one would compare her to her Mom.

From her looks, people would think she was sick in the head. Violet drew her eyebrows so thick, and she used a very red blusher to her cheeks.

The waterproof, red blush looked like a perfect circle, and she painted her whole forehead with a black birthmark. It was deliberate.

Violet wanted to look ugly. She wanted people to stay away, and leave her alone.

As soon as she stepped into her classroom, her classmates turned silent, staring at her. She fixed her thick, black eyeglasses, and lowered her gaze.

The people on the back row moved farther, and she sat at her usual table. On the desk was curse words: ugly, moron, crazy, witch, and many more.

Violet stared at them, and felt happy because she wasn't called a whore. It was weird to be joyful because of this reason, but she thought this was better than when she was a kid.

She could accept it, and had no motivation to retaliate. Violet wanted to lead a life that was peaceful. They didn't even approach to bully her, just mere words were child's play.

Putting her bag down, she sat properly and waited for the instructor to come. She studied business in First City University, a famous elite school in New York.

She wanted to be in a public school, but her mother wouldn't let her so she compromised. She would stay in this university...in her own terms.

Her mother was a board of director for the school, and she could do whatever she wanted as they owned more than half of the shares. So Violet walked around with heavy makeup.

The students didn't bother her because they knew that people who could enroll here were those with money and background. As for Violet, her mother was from a powerful family of businessmen, and was now married to a man that came from a well-known political family in Europe who was related to the royalty.

Her mother, Violetta, was in Europe right now while she stayed in New York, away from the woman. They weren't close as her mother had a new family.

Violet was her mother's daughter from the first husband. Violetta was now married to his sixth husband, and the previous husbands came from powerful families too.

The instructor arrived and she listened to the lecture without minding others. Out of the blue, someone sat beside her.

Violet stiffened, trying hard not to look. The person smelled great, too. She looked at the floor, and noticed the expensive black limited edition Italian shoes the man wore.

She frowned, usually no one sat beside her as people wanted to avoid a crazy person like her.

"Is it okay if I sit here?" The man's voice sounded so deep and husky, it was sexy. Violet's cheeks heated up, and she wanted to look up but didn't do it.

(Maybe this man is a transferee. )

"Is it okay?" he asked again, drawing closer to her. She could hear her classmates gasping.

Violet violently whipped her head to the man to intimidate him with her face. But contrary to what she thought, the man was calm and she was the one who was startled.

Starstruck, to be exact.

The man in front of her looked like a person who walked out of a manga. He was the typical Prince but with a black as night hair, piercing grey eyes, aquiline nose, and full, kissable lips.

His jaw was sculpted to perfection, giving his face a stronger, manlier look. Violet was stunned into silence.

"Can I sit here?" The man asked her again, frowning.

"Yes." Violet swallowed, and hurriedly buried her face in her book.

(My heart, please calm the fuck down.)