Gilded Vendettas • James M. Beaufort.

Chapter 9 • The Chaos

And now I know
Now I know
It's time to go
It's time to go

We've traveled the seas
We've ridden the stars
We've seen everything
From Saturn to Mars
As much as it seems
Like you own my heart
It's astronomy
We're two worlds apart

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As I always said, this world is driven by money and capitalism.

The fame, the competition.

And yes, as one of those rich kids, I wished I could escape this world someday.

But it looked like fate had other plans.

"Can we truly chose what we want?"

"I don't know, but we have to try."

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I found myself in the walk-in wardrobe, being dressed by Mia.

She was clearly unwell, acting like she wanted to vomit two or three times since morning.

"If you're sick, you can rest, Mia. I'll tell Louis not to bother you," I said softly.

The youngest like Louis always acted like he wanted to flirt with this poor young maid. Since long times ago, I know Mia like I know Margot, Mia was the daughter of Meredith, my nanny and maid in this estate.

Mia's brown eyes stared at me, and she bit her lip before nodding and turning away from the wardrobe. I was too annoyed with the upcoming golf session to pay attention to her sickness.

"Are you ready yet?" Margot's voice came from the door. I looked up and nodded. I wore clothes that hadn't launched yet—a white jacket, crop top with the signature design of Chanel but made with athletic fabric, and a pleated grey skirt.

It was a co-branding effort with a sports brand, and I was thrilled to finally wear something truly athletic from my own brand. No more secretly wearing competitors' clothes.

I glanced at myself in the mirror one last time, satisfied with the outfit. It felt empowering to wear something that represented both luxury and practicality.

I followed Margot out of the wardrobe and down the grand staircase.

The house was buzzing with activity. butler and maid moved swiftly, preparing for Margot and I's belongings.

As we reached the bottom of the stairs, Louis appeared, his usual smirk in place. He gave a quick glance at Margot before turning his attention to me.

"You look ready to conquer the world," he remarked, his tone playful but with a hint of sincerity.

"Thank you, Louis," I replied, trying to keep my irritation at bay.

"Have you have any arrangements yet?"

He tilted his head and shook it "No, why?"

"Mia isn't feeling well, so please make sure she gets some rest today."

Louis's smirk faltered slightly, replaced by a look of concern. "Of course, I'll see to it."

Margot and I stepped outside, the morning sun casting a warm glow over the estate. The air was fresh, and I took a deep breath, feeling a bit more at ease.