Chapter 1: My New Home

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Alianna
It's a Sunday today. Which means, another day with EVIL mother.

Ya know, sometimes I wonder, 'Is Gracel Smith even my mom??'
Ever since father died, mom had been a total slut.
Hooks up with a man every night.

I just hope I won't end up like her.

"Alianna! Get up you lazy bitch!" She yelled.
"Coming, mom!" I yelled back.

Well, that's strange... Mother never wakes me up. What could've gotten into her?

Wait.. Did I forget something?

OMG! It's my 18th birthday!!
I can't believe I forgot!
Good thing mom remembered. Did she?

I went downstairs to see mom seated on the couch, her eyes on her phone.

"Good morning, mom." I greet her with a pleasant smile.
"Yeah, yeah. Pack up your things. I'm taking you somewhere." She ordered.

I plaster a huge smile on my face... Is she taking me out on my birthday?

"Hurry up!" She yelled and I immediately ran to my room and packed all of my clothes.

I got down as soon as I finished.

"Get in the car." She commanded, heading out the front door.

I got in the car and took my phone out.

I scanned through Instagram and liked a couple of pictures from my favourite models.

Ever since father died, mom never allows me to get out of the house.

So, I lost touch with my friends.

We stopped at a huge mansion and my smile came back.

My mom rang the doorbell and a handsome guy went out, holding a ton of cash.

"Mom, what are we doing here?" I ask as my smile faded away. "I'm gonna leave you here for a couple of days but I'll come and get you by the 31st." She explains. "What?" I asked, confusely. "Just trust me, Alianna. He is Liam Gavin, the owner of this mansion. You're going to work here in exchange for you living here. Make sure you'll do whatever he says. Don't disappoint me, Anna." Mom stated as she accepted the cash and went back to the van.

"Mom! Mom! Please!" I cry. "She'll come back, Alianna. Get in and I'll show you your room." He instructs. I nodded and wiped away my tears.

I followed him and admired the house.

When we reached my room, he instructed me on how I should wear how I do my tasks and all those shit.

He then left and I locked the door.

I didn't break down or anything. I know I could trust mom. She's my mom.

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