A Snow White Story (Aborted)

Chapter 1: A Horrific Past

Ronnie White was one of the most famous billionaires in United States. He owned three houses in New York City, two in Vegas and one large farmhouse on the outskirts of Cincinnati. This was just the least of it. The large amount of things that he owned was a whole new and big story to begin win.

He'd throw big parties and fabulous festivals, and especially Christmas, oh don't get me started on it. Glitters everywhere.

Apart from being rich and unbelievably handsome, Ronnie was a kind person. He had a heart of gold. He'd give an enough amount of his money to charity funds and groups and even gift clothes and other necessary things to the orphans and poor people himself. There wasn't a flaw in him. Maybe except his blind kindness.

He had married a beautiful and kind young lady, named Miranda. He loved her even more than he loved himself. It was the same for Miranda. They were true lovers and would give up their souls for each other if they had to.

After some happy two years, Miranda got pregnant. Everyone was happy at first, but then something bad happened. She got sick. And by sick, I mean really sick. Ronnie had tried everything. The doctors had given up. They'd said that she was too weak to survive this pain and their baby was supposed to be stillborn.

Ronnie broke on the inside. He didn't eat or drink anything that night. He was losing her. At least, he wanted to have the baby. At whom, when he would look, he'd see his beautiful wife smile at him.

A maid came rushing and knocked his door. He was too grieved but he opened the door anyway. The maid had a faint smile at him and she nodded.

He rushed to the nursing room and heard a baby cry. A nurse got out with a baby in her arms. She smiled sadly and handed it to him.

It was a girl. A beautiful girl with midnight sky eyes like Miranda's. In fact, she looked a lot like Miranda.

"And her?" He asked.

The nurse moved away from the door. Ronnie handed the baby back to the nurse and got inside. His hands were shaking. That is when he saw it.

Her beautiful wife laid on the white bed with a lifeless body. Her beauty was the same. Ronnie placed a hand on her cheek and a tear rolled down his face. For the last time, he kissed his wife goodbye.

"Mr. White," The doctor said, "Here's a voice recording tape that Mrs. White wanted you to here." He pressed the starting button.

The tape spoke, "Ronnie, I'm sorry. I don't wanna leave you like this. I love you and I always will. Death can't part us. I'll always be there for you as your guardian angel. Take care of our baby. She's a girl. I hope she inherits your personality. Pure and beautiful. I thought of a name for her. It's Roxette. It mean the first light of dawn. She'll light up your life. My last wish is to let her be known as Roxette. I love you, Ronnie. I love you, Roxette."

Ronnie broke into tears and cried like a madman. No one could comfort him.

Lastly, he took the baby in his arms and kissed her forehead, "Your name is Roxette. As your mother wished it. Roxette White."

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