The Royal Mess

Chapter 9

"She poured her whole heart to you and you chose to run away.." my sister said on the other line making feel even worse than before.

I didn't sleep that night, instead i cried my heart out till the sun comes up. Everything about us is confusing, we haven't started a thing yet it felt like I'm already drowning with pain and regret.

Its like i lost a part of me..

"You didn't even gave her a decent explanation."

"I thought you don't agree on this." I answered back in a harsh tone making my headache worsen.

"I don't.. I just didn't expect you would end whatever you guys have so.. immaturely." The disappointment in her voice is so evident that i want to curl and hug myself into a cocoon.

"I know.. i suck." Weakly i agreed.

"Well i only got 2 choices for you sister.. either you pack away your things, disappear from their lives, forget about living your dreams being normal and face defeat from mother and father or you confess who you are.. I mean if you really want her.."

I groaned burying myself in my soft pillow. "They would hate me..."

"It is what it is.." Rosé said with a heavy sigh.

And I guess we're back at square one. Ignoring each other's presence. Ignoring that intoxicating pull. I don't see her often as before, and if we did,  we only talk about the children. Keeping it professional as it should be.

The kids might have noticed their mom getting busy with work again, she spends time with them whenever I am not around. And i spend my extra time with Irene, out of her suffocating estate.

I guess this is better for all of us.. since my time with this normality is almost up.

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Another weekend came up. Irene had this wonderful idea in bringing me to a club where rich people hangout. She said it would be a nice place to score some hotties when all i could think about is Lisa and my mess up life. But she insisted to the point of having a make over session in her bedroom.

And now she's staring at me like i grew a pair of wings on my back. "Wow.. you look smoking hot bitch!!!"

Looking at myself in the mirror I couldn't help pulling the sparkly nude body hugging halter dress uncomfortably, i swear one wrong move and it will tear into pieces. My back is completely exposed, the thin clothing just covered my butt and that is it. And she didn't even let me wear a bra!

My long brunette hair was set to waves then she applied make up, emphasizing my cat like eyes and painted my lips bloody red.

The silver high heels made my milky white legs longer than normal.

I don't feel like me at all. It's so beyond what i used to, adapting to their culture is indeed an adventure.

"I swear you're gonna snap everybody's necks when we walk in at The Gala." She never failed boosting my ego.

Looking at my dear friend up and down. "I sure as hell not the only one." Making the latter winked seductively.

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"So how's the lalisa manoban as a boss?" Irene asked starting a conversation as we sit on the black couch sipping our martinis.

Just hearing her name can send a million jolts in my heart. Making me turn away from Irene's curious stare.

"She's.. fine. Good actually." I answered, wanting to change the topic immediately.

"That's all?"

"Well what do you want me to say?" Crossing my legs trying to act comfortably.

"No gossips? And secrets that you can spill?"

"We rarely see each other these pass few days so nope. I don't have one."

She moved closer to my side "Goodness Jane! I have better radar than you then, i heard she called off her wedding."

"Well come to think of it I haven't seen her fiancé around the estate." Perfect. I'm going to hell from all of this lying.

Irene suddenly gasp making me turn to her. "What now?" She was stuck looking ahead infront of us. Then she suddenly smirked. My god my friend is broken. "You're acting weird."

"The rumor is indeed true." She said while elbowing me to follow her gaze.

And listening to my friend was the biggest regret of my life. As i stared at the person who I didn't even noticed already took a part of me.

Lisa...

I couldn't breathe. I felt numb. As i continued to stare at her making out with another woman. No matter how dimmed the place is, her hands gripping her hair while the other is holding her hips pulling her closer still so clear that I'm sure can embed my mind. My hands are trembling and i almost drop the glass that I'm holding.

Without thinking I stood up abruptly dragging Irene with me.

"Hey! Jane! What the fuck!" I'm sure she's screaming at me but all i could hear is my heart beating loudly almost deafening my ears. As i pushed myself towards the crowded dance floor, getting lost with the sea of bodies. Hiding and protecting myself from the hard truth.

Irene released herself from my hard grip. "What the hell's wrong with you?!" She shouted angrily, luckily we're surrounded with alcohol intoxicated people that didn't care.

Having that courage, i finally met her gaze and i am damn sure she already put everything into pieces for her eyes immediately softens as she saw my stained tear face.

"Oh.. baby.." she whispered gently while pulling me into a tight hug. "I'm here.. I got you.." while she continued to caress my bare back.

"I'm so stupid... why am I even crying.. this is all my fault.." I mumbled.

Shouldn't i be happy?

This is what i want right?

Right?