5 years ago...

Chapter 1.

Alexandra’s POV.

WORLD RENOWNED MODEL, ALEXANDRA TERRENCE BACK IN THE STATES.

The cover of the daily read.

Coming back to a city I had left five years ago wasn’t exactly my best decision, but when its important you have no option.

Being Alexandra Terrence, I had been to almost every country in the world, never for once coming back to this place that held bitter sweet memories. The exact same place my career began I had forsaken.

But who wouldn’t have?  For my reasons…

“Mummy!Mummy!” my four years plus daughter Aubrey called.

“Yes honey…” unpacking one of the numerous suitcases.

“You’re on tv again, you look so hot” she admired walking into my room, as she had been probably watching one of my Victoria Secrets’ show.

“I do?” I cooed

“Yes! You always do. I want to be just like you when I grow up.” She rushed over to give me a hug, I immediately hugging her back.

I kissed her hair,caressing her.

She was the most important person in my life.

I loved her dearly as she was one of the main reasons of coming back to settle.

She needed to enjoy her childhood just like I did. She needed to go to school, make friend, not just stay home schooled as she has always been.

“I love you so much” kissing her forehead, before looking into her eyes.

The most beautiful  shade of deep sea blue…

“Can I go swim?” she abruptly broke contact.

She was easily distracted.

“course you can…go on” I urged as she ran off.

I walked out of the room, down the hallway and memory lane.

Coming back to live at my childhood home brought back long but fresh memories, both good and bad.

Being the only child of Lance and Kendra Terrence was the best thing you could hope for.

Got everything I wanted at the snap of my fingers , ‘lived the life’ so to say until I turned eighteen and everything went sour.

Mom had died in a ghastly accident on prom night. I remember crying for days, not eating because it was so hard to live without her.

It still is she would have been fifty years…

In the gallery room with pictures of her hung all over, the tears couldn’t help but fall.

A week after she died, I caught my boyfriend in bed with my so called bestfriend.

In sorrow and misery, I left for Canada. I couldn’t stand the pain I was feeling and also that of my dad’s .

I was selfish…yes, but I had every right to be. Not when you were backstabbed by the ones you loved and thought loved you back.

Before I left I had seen my dad at his lowest, drinking, locked up in his room.

To put the icing on the cake, as I arrived Dubai, two weeks after.

I received news of dad’s death.

I felt so guilty leaving him for my selfish reasons while he suffered over losing the woman he had spent more than half of his life with.

I never flew home for his funeral, never had the guts to.

Call me a coward but when you’ve been through what I did, there’s no other option.

All in a span of less than a month, I had lost those closest to me.

Knives and blades became my companions, they left me no option.

Or so I thought…

At 23 now, I had a lot going for me, the heiress to a fortune which I automatically left to my daughter, top supermodel and also a certified computer engineer.

The most perfect of guise, but just one single flaw…

Falling in love…

I had met more men than I could count on both hands thrice, yet none met ‘his’ standard.

It was highly doubtable anyone could fall in love after the wild hurricane romance in our teenage years.

Even after 5 years, my heart still beat harder, stomach fluttered just at the thought of him, not even his betrayal  had killed the love.

But I had stolen something he was never going to find out about.

Because it was mine and only mine…

A/N: Yaay!!! The first chapter is up….

I’m so happy…you just can’t understand.

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Just incase, this is my second book, the first is BROKEN ANGEL.

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Love, Toffie!x