Arabella Malik, the lethal American mob boss's daughter.
The beauty of the nineteen-year-old was well-known. Her hourglass figure and glowing grey eyes-which mirrored her father's, had practically everyone praising the ground she walked on.
Arabella...
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✰Ａｒａｂｅｌｌａ✰
"𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐲"
College equals early mornings, and early mornings equal shitty Arabella.
I scowled at myself in the mirror, my attempts to clip my bra on was not cooperating. Normally, I am good with this, but life has a habit of pushing me off on the most crucial days.
I hurriedly pulled on my short skirt and then lunged on my crop top after finally clipping the bastard on.
"Bella, hurry up!" From behind my door, Nicolo shouts.
"Okay!" I respond.
I sprayed on some perfume before slipping on my white Nikes. I double-checked that my MacBook was inside my bag and then zipped it up and walked out the door.
I dashed down the staircase, stumbling a few times but making it down safely.
Nicolo stood outside the front door, his phone in his hand. When I got close enough, his attention was drawn to me, and he tucked his phone away, replacing it with his keys as he turned around and headed outside.
"Bye, mum and dad." I shout through the quiet house and without waiting for their reply I closed the door behind me.
Nicolo shifted to his side, while I moved to mine. Once we were comfortable I linked my phone to his Bluetooth and started playing my playlist.
Then we were on our way to the city.
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"Good morning, and welcome back, students."
As my business professor began his lecture, I crossed my right leg over my left and sat back in my seat.
My gaze swept the room, taking in all of the students present. We had a few newcomers, but the rest of the group was essentially the same as last year.
Nicolo and I, as well as Aydan, were in this class. We both took business. Kara doesn't because her profession is more on modelling and photography, whereas I prefer art, particularly painting. At home, I even have my own art studio.
Nicolo and I both decided to attend a business course since we both planned on one day running our own businesses, mostly our father's and all he owns in the United States and other countries.
Aydan and Nicolo sat on my right, and there were two empty seats on my left.
The class door unexpectedly opened, drawing everyone's attention to it. As they walked through, the professor didn't stop talking.
The first boy through had platinum blonde hair that was naturally dishevelled and fell down his forehead. Striking blue eyes and a fair skin complexion. He seems to have a devilish look to his features and a strong bone structure.
