Revenge.

♥ [ chapter one ] ♥

♥ [ maries' pov. ] ♥

Twenty-one... I fell into a deep slumber at the great age of twenty but when I woke up as if by magic, I'm twenty-one. If you listen closely, you'll hear the enjoyment of the little things slowly drift away. One more year closer to death but if you think of it that way, that's quite sad... Well either way you think of it really, you're one more year closer to that damned thing called independence. Me being in my early twenties, I should already be granted such, but with my father being the president of Sydney, I can merely lift a finger without guidance; useful in some instances, a pain in most.

Although being the presidents' daughter has many perks, a few of such being discounts at my favourite shops and a personal driver to escort me wherever I want to go and as much money my personal piggy bank father would allow me to have. Sure I was a target for the fake friends and boys who get close for a chance to talk to my dad, but at least I had friends right? Anyways, as much as I hated all the extra attention, having an escort sure does come in handy... like when I go to the bookstore and buy one too many books and I've ran out of hands to hold things with, I can just plant them firmly in the backseat of the large Hummer and set along once again on my travels to a different store. I loved shopping and reading, and shopping for books was like pure heaven for me. Seeing all of the books and different types of plots excite me, it provided me with a substantial amount of serotonin.

Regardless of this, with all the news unfolding recently I've been demanded an escort to and from work, which totally sucks but anything to not get hurt, right? What news do I hear you ask? Well, my dad is planning on destroying the drug ring building in the middle of town. AKA a criminal paradise whilst also planting a bright red target on the vulnerable members of the family, myself being one of them.

Rather than let this bother me I proceed ahead with my life, starting with work. I work in a café where it's moderate with wage, I have an okay boss and definitely could be worse with the customers. It was just an all-around okay job. In fact, this is how I met my first proper friend, Aubrey. I liked her a lot although we had many many differences. For instance, she goes out clubbing most weekends and takes new men home with her each and every single time, and she has the hottest man I've ever singlehandedly laid eyes on, on her arm like eye candy. The sheer sight of him sent a shiver down my spine and a fuckload of adrenaline pumped into my veins. Yeah... he's really all that. God, I sounded like a middle schooler fangirling over a crush.

Aubrey looked the part too... 100%. Blonde hair, perfect body and you'd find her wearing tight clothes at any chance she can as that's what she calls her 'brand.' People say she's using me, I just refuse to believe such purely because I appreciate her company. She's the kind of friend to drag me out of my comfort zone whether I liked it or not which I guess I kinda evolved to love. She was like Regina George and I was Cady Heron except I had a boatload of cash to my expense which she loved.

And as if by magic, my phone lit up with a notification. I was currently laid in bed watching the seconds tick by. This was usually how I spent my mornings off. Boredom struck and I had nothing else better to do than snuggle up to my covers and stare at the large clock that hung above my bedroom door, now that's either quite sad or... no that's just sad.

Glancing down at my phone, I spot a missed called and a text notification; both from Aubrey. "Mum called off my ride, would you be able to pick me up? Love ya! x" I read aloud, my jaw clenching a bit in response. Maybe she was using me but was I gonna stop? Hell no, not right now. I stretch out to pick it up then typing a response out once my phone was in my hands and sending it off. You know what this meant dont you? I have to get up out of bed now and change and be a decent human being to one of the only people in my life that are fake.

Rather than complain I suck it up, getting up out of bed and changing frantically. My initial response to Aubrey was going to be a lie, "Oh sorry... Can't! Emergency hospital appointment!" but ofcourse I hated lying, so I just typed a simple 'okay' instead. I guess this means I have to get up now, huh?

Whether I liked it or not I climbed out of bed and headed right towards my dresser, staring ahead at my reflection in the mirror. I looked lifeless today, my face looked puffy and I had prominent dark circles from my slumber. I didn't really sleep well last night due to the massive target on my back lately, damned father and his stupid plans. I had a night terror and if I'm honest, when I woke up it was the only time I properly craved for my mother's hugs and my fathers reassurance. I was close to my parents but as I grew older so did their resistance to take care of me, so I wouldn't have received their attention no matter how hard I tried.

So with a heaved sigh, I set on getting ready. First I apply makeup, well... only mascara really, I was only picking up Aubrey so I really didn't need to look picture perfect now, do I? Then I focus on my outfit, just a pair of sweats and and baggy black t-shirt with a pair of casual black vans. Ah, now I was ready.

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Sooner or later, I was parked outside of Aubreys humble abode. I beep my horn and roll my eyes, resting my head back on the headrest
on my seat. Moments later, I spot Aubrey rush out of her home and plant her ass on my passenger seat with ease.

"Oh fuck, thank you so much, Marie." Aubrey panted, she just ran all the way out of her home and into my car as fast as light without breaking a sweat. "Happy birthday angel!" She clapped happily, "You know what this means don't you!" She squealed. I stay silent. She gives me a look as if she was concerned I wasn't answering. "Nightclubbing Marie! We're gonna get you killer drunk tonight!" My eyes widen whilst I shake my head.

"Hell no, I'm going nowhere tonight Aubrey, I mean it!" I retort. I wasn't a fan of going out at night as of lately as I'm sure you can guess why. "Oh Marie, If anything was going to happen to you, those security guards that are following you would be sure to fix it! Please come." She pouts. I grip the steering wheel of my car and let out a sigh.

Aubrey definitely did have a point, I have security guards following me everywhere, if something where to happen they'd have helped me. Maybe I should go out tonight I mean it was my birthday after all... I should just be careful on who I talk to or expose myself to...

I squeeze my eyes closed tight but then stared over at Aubrey once I reopened them. "Fucksake," I hissed. "Fine, I'll go nightclubbing with you. But as soon as a single guy even attempts to hit on me or touch me, I'm leaving, okay!" She smirked, nodding at my words which finalized the deal all the more.

Would my security guard be available to work overtime, I wonder?

[ end of chapter one ]

<3 || I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I have planned to rewrite this book from my other account kinkyatlantic that I cannot access anymore. :( I'm trying to rewrite it without all the icky stuff I added, I changed stuff as such like the age and her occupation purely because highschool romances dont feel right as the boys are getting older.

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