Successor (18+ Only)

Chapter 2: Liliana Caruso

My servants brought me—Liliana Caruso, daughter of one of New York's most feared... 'entrepreneurs,' Alberto Caruso—my morning brew. Iced latte with extra milk.

I opened my agenda for the day, and sighed at what I saw.

"A ball?!" I said aloud to no one in particular.

What was my daddy thinking when he scheduled for me to attend a ball? And then I remembered. This dance was planned specifically for me to talk to Bianchi's kid.

Ew! As if I would ever date a scrawny looking nerd like him! I thought to myself.

I'd ever only seen Bianchi's son once, what was his name again... oh right, Adriano. He had these silver looking hair, kind of like an old dude, though they were honestly kind of cool. What I hated most about him, however, is how stupid he made me feel. He always knew the answer to everything, he was kind of insane. But I still think the only reason for why he's academically gifted is the education his parents can provide.

Oh wait... parent.

I heard from somewhere, probably my daddy, that his mother died in a horrible accident.

I started feeling sorry for the kid, but the fact that my daddy would set me up with such a freak made me gag.

I got up from my boogie sofa-chair and went to the spa to refresh myself. It held a beautiful view of Central wished it were more to the right... but you can't get everything in life. Sigh.

After the spa I decided to pick my outfit for the upcoming night.

I walked into the room... not my bedroom, of course, I went into my closet room. A 30x28 ft. room filled with everything from Gucci to Prada, Chanel, Burberry and custom clothes made from french manufacturers I couldn't pronounce.

While trying out a marvelous sapphire dress, I got a call from Daddy. I gagged before answering the call, switching to my usual cheery daughter attitude.

"Good morning, Daddy-kins, what's up?" I rolled my eyes after I forced myself to wish him good morning.

"My darling girl, I'm so glad to hear your voice," I ignored his rambling while trying to find some cute shoes I could wear.

"I'm sure you've seen the ball scheduled for tonight? It is going to be fantastic." He made sure to emphasize the last word, as if I were a child.

"Huh uh, I'm currently choosing what I'm going to wear," I wanted to get to the point. "Was there anything you wanted to talk to me about?"

"Actually, there is. I'm sure you know of Bianchi? Well, his son will be attending the ball as well, and I'd like for you to get to know him better," I could read his plans like the latest issue of Forbes, easily.

"I'll exchange words with him, but I can't promise you we'll get along."

Daddy sounded annoyed at my response, "Well, try your best... I have to go," And he ended the call on me.

That old crusty bitc—

"Miss, there's someone at the door asking for you," One of my servants called to me from outside the room.

I wonder who that is... I wasn't expecting any visitors today, and all my friends were in Los Angles on a shopping spree for dresses, I didn't go simply because the existence of the ball was belied to me since this morning—an obvious tactic to force me to go.

I went downstairs to open the door, and what... or rather who I saw was not what I expected...

His tall stance towered over me, as I saw him fix his dark-oak hair. His eyes, as green as an alchemist's emerald stared deep into my eyes, captivating me. His huge shoulders were inches away from my face, and as he fixed his hairs with his hands, his exposed Rolex gleaming in the sunlight.

He looked me up and down, a smirk growing on his face.

"You Lil-ay-nah?" His miss-pronunciation of my name was the cutest thing I'd heard all day.

"That would be me, and also, it's 'Lee-leeah-na,'" I corrected.

"Such a pretty name, fits a pretty girl like you," I blushed at the compliment.

He dug into his black leather jacket and handed me a small white box, a pink ribbon securing it.

"I heard you were going to the ball tonight, so I wanted to give you this," I took the box with gratitude. "I'm Kyler. Kyler Frost."

Another family? Jeez, I know everyone's obsessed with me, but families sending their, very hot, kids to seduce me is getting old. I chuckled at myself after thinking that.

Kyler must have thought he'd done something wrong, as he raised his eyebrows and asked "Is this too forward?"

"Haha, not at all," I gave him a gentle glance. "Thank you, no one has every really given me a gift before," That was an obvious lie, but Kyler must be dumber than I thought since he didn't suspect anything.

"I'll see you at the ball then," He flashed his adorable smile at me.

I waved him goodbye, and after I dumped his honorable donation on the pile of the other 332 gifts I'd accumulated since the start of the year, I returned to my closet.

Tonight will suck...