WHAT WE NEVER SAID |18+

Proposal

Zara's POV

Life has been so much better ever since I left school. The main reason? I no longer have to see that idiot's face every single day. It feels like a breath of fresh air. Of course, he still pops up now and then, usually in the news or on social media, where everyone seems to rave about his so-called achievements. To be fair, I have to admit he has made quite a name for himself in the fashion industry-becoming a well-known designer and all. But no amount of success can change his attitude. He's still the same arrogant jerk, full of ego and pride. Every time I see his face or hear his name, it's like my blood starts boiling all over again.

But here's the kicker-look who's talking, my subconscious mocks me. I can almost see it smirking at me. "Oh, shut up," I mutter to myself, as if I can somehow silence the thoughts swirling in my head. It's ridiculous how much he gets to me, even when he's not around.

Now, I'm sure you're curious. Who's the person I'm talking about with so much disgust? Well, let me introduce you to the most annoying human being to ever exist-none other than MR. ZAYDEN DRAKON. Yep, that's right. My worst enemy. The one person I hate with every fiber of my being. Just the thought of him makes me want to scream. To put it simply, even if I were on my deathbed, I would rather die than ask him for help. That's the level of hate we're talking about here.

And if you're wondering why I despise him so much, well, to be honest, even I'm not entirely sure. It's not like there's one specific reason-he just has this way of always challenging me, pushing my buttons, and getting on my nerves. Every single time. He knows exactly what to do to rile me up, and for some reason, he seems to enjoy it. Ugh, just thinking about him is exhausting.

But anyway, enough about him for now. I have more pressing matters to deal with today. This morning, my dad called and asked me to come over. He said he had something important to discuss with me, so I'm guessing it's not just a casual visit. And, in case you're wondering, yes, I live alone now. It's peaceful, and I've grown to love having my own space.

So, I got out of bed, went through my usual morning routine, and got ready for the day. I decided to wear a yellow mini dress that hugged my figure and ended just above my thighs. It was simple but cute, perfect for a quick visit to my parents' house. I kept my makeup minimal-just a little bit of foundation, mascara, and a nude lipstick to pull everything together. My hair? I tied it up into a loose bun, nothing too fancy. I wasn't exactly in the mood to dress up more than necessary. After all, I was just going to see my parents.

Once I was ready, I called my driver and headed downstairs. But, of course, the paparazzi were already waiting outside my apartment. Ugh, can't they find something better to do? I mean, I get that it's their job to capture every little move of celebrities, but sometimes it feels like they're always lurking around, waiting to pounce. "This is their life, you know," my subconscious chimed in sarcastically. I ignored it, as usual.

I quickly got into the car, not wanting to give the paps anything to capture, and we headed off. The drive wasn't too long, and soon enough, we arrived at my dad's villa. And, surprise surprise, the paparazzi were there too. Great. I rolled my eyes. Who keeps tipping them off, I wonder? But I couldn't be bothered to dwell on it. I had bigger things on my mind.

I stepped out of the car, ignoring the flashes of cameras and the annoying questions they yelled in my direction, and walked straight into the house. As soon as I entered, I saw my parents sitting together in the living room, waiting for me. My sister was there too, sitting on the couch with a slightly nervous look on her face. Now that was strange. The atmosphere felt... tense. Like they were all in on something that I didn't know about yet.

After exchanging the usual pleasantries and some small talk, I couldn't hold it in any longer. I looked at my dad and asked, "Okay, what's going on? Why did you call me over?"