She's Not Cinderella

Arianna Grand day and Lena Go Mez

***AUTHORS NOTE***

Okay guys, just felt like I needed to tell you, I'm in UK, so one billion is:

1,000,000,000,000..

I'm just plucking a number out of thin air, but let's say William's dad has £60 billion, so in an earlier chapter when Adeline says 'Just one millionth of his fortune could solve all my problems', she means £60,000,000 (correct me if I'm wrong..)! She must have pretty big problems, as we'll find out...

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Adeline PoV

"Yep, I'm getting some Takeaway Ginger Chow Mein..."

I stared at him.

"What the hell is takeaway ginger... What?"

"As of now, you'll be staying with me." he declared, like the posh boy he was. And I actually considered it. Life in a posh mansion, with all my expensive clothes and Armani underwear, servants catering to my every need, and never having to face.... Dad. I shook those selfish thoughts out of my head. I couldn't leave Dad on his own. He wouldn't be able to get by. I hadn't finished paying the mortgage. I would never say I loved my dad, but I couldn't just leave him to die.

"No." I shook my head.

William looked astounded.

"I went to your house, and I saw-"

"YOU WENT TO MY HOUSE?" I shouted, absolutely furious.

"Yes, yes I did. And I saw your father, Adeline. You can't stay there any more."

I realised what he had seen. And I knew just what to do.

"Why not? I'm not leaving my daddy!"

"Why not?!" he spluttered. "That man is a pervert!"

"A pervert!" I laughed, throwing my head back. I hoped my acting skills were fooling him. "You probably met Graeme, at this time of the night. My dad is a night watchman, and Graeme is a friend of his who is getting over financial difficulty." I lied quickly, hoping he'd believe me. William blushed a bright red.

"He-he said..."

"Yeah, sorry about that. Graeme has a... Eccentric sense of humour, to say the least. My dad and I are inseparable though."

"Oh." mumbled William, and I almost felt a bit sorry for him, he was only trying to help. But I had to support my father - that's what family was for, wasn't it?

"Hopefully he'll be leaving in a month or two. He's a disgusting guy."

William's eyes lit up.

"Do you want me to accommodate him?"

"Thanks, but no thanks, he and my dad are pretty close friends."

"Okay."

He carried me to the car in awkward silence.

"We'll I have all your stuff here..."

In the back of the car were what I assumed to be all my worldly possessions, fitting with space to spare in a laundry bag.

"Yep, that's my stuff."

We drove back to his mansion, neither of us speaking a word. Somehow I felt sad I wouldn't be living with William in his perfect little world.

I glanced at his reflection.

I wondered what he was thinking about. Girls, maybe...

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