Obsessed | Jude Bellingham

21.

Bianca Dawson
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As my brother's private plane touched down on the tarmac of the airport, I felt a bit sad because I knew I was not about to walk into a celebration.

I stepped out of the airport and into the waiting private car that my brother had sent for me. The familiarity of the city rushed back to me as we cruised through the streets As we approached the outskirts, I braced myself for what lay ahead.

I knew it wouldn't be a joyous reunion. I knew my father may chew my head off on site, my sister will have snide comments, my mother depending on the mood she's in may be welcoming or distant and my brother although he'll be happy to see me he'll be too busy, like he always is to even acknowledge me for too long.

The car pulled up to the imposing gates of the manor where I grew up. It was a grand estate, with sprawling gardens and great architecture that spoke of wealth and tradition. The sight of it always impressed visitors, but for me, it I never cared for it.

I stepped out of the car, greeted by the evening air. I got my suitcase and dragged it to the door pressing the doorbell.

"Welcome home, Miss Bianca," Javier, the head butler, said with a slight bow.

"Thank you, Javi," I replied with a polite smile, trying to mask my nerves.

I followed Javier through the grand foyer, the marble floors echoing with each step. The scent of polished wood and fresh flowers filled the air, a reminder of the care that went into maintaining the estate.

As we walked down the hallway filled with family portraits and antique furnishings, memories flooded back. I recalled the countless family gatherings and formal dinners held in the dining room to my left. The drawing room on the right, with its plush sofas and grand piano, had witnessed both laughter and tears over the years.

We arrived at the foot of the sweeping staircase, where my father's portrait hung prominently on the wall. His stern gaze seemed to follow me as I ascended the steps. The second floor housed the bedrooms, including my childhood room.

However, Javier led me to the guest suite, a luxurious room overlooking the gardens. It was elegantly furnished and comfortable.

"Will there be anything else you need, Miss Bianca?" Javier inquired respectfully.

I shook my head, offering him a grateful smile. "No, thank you. I think I'll settle in for now. Is Jr here?"

"Yes, shall I send him to you" He asked.

"Yes please" I nodded.

He nodded and took his leave, closing the door behind him with a soft click. Alone in the quiet of the room, I let out a sigh of relief. I walked to the window and gazed out at the sprawling gardens below. The manicured lawns, dotted with statues and flowering shrubs, stretched out towards the horizon.

"My dearest B" I turned around to see Junior, of course dressed as if he had just left a business meeting.

"How are you?" I said hugging him.

"I'm good, the better question is how are you, how's Spain?" He asked looking at his Apple Watch, no one ever fully had his full attention.

"I'll spare you the detail-

"No actually. I want to know everything. You had Dad mad for days. You don't really take anyone calls so I'm curious" He encouraged.

"Still job hunting, Dad's not exactly happy I haven't found my way and I don't necessarily want their help," I confided.

"Although I always admire your bravery, you were born into a wealthy, well-connected, and powerful family. A lot of people wish they were this lucky and fortunate, yet you act as if being privileged is the worst thing to happen to you," he remarked.