The Billionaire's Lost Lady

Chapter 1: Two Months Later

Selene

I was still reluctant to go.

Yet, the outcome was the same but the reason had confirmed to a new region.

Now, the reason wasn't that I was a return student, or that about a month ago I had discovered that I was suffering from leukemia, niether was it because I was done with high school.

It was because of that boy, Jace Anderson.

We never conversed, never engaged, didn't even look at each other. Well, at least he didn't, I was always searching for a glimpse from him.

I actually passed out just thinking of our closeness when we accidentally bumped into each other near a dumpster. I could even look at his face which was above his stupid six feet high figure. That tall sexy, boy.

Ugh, annoying!

"Brian, does she really have to go?" Mom was whispering to dad as I tip toed down the stairs. It wasn't like I never heard them talk in that sympathetic manner ever since the doctor informed them of my disease. It's just every time they whispered, it hurt.

"Yes, otherwise we are killing her ourselves Lil. I love Selene and I know my daughter is a fighter, let's give her the chance okay?" Dad's rough and hard voice whispered back. I smiled at his words for giving me the chance I wanted. I wasn't going to to die like nothing. Not while giving up everything.

"Hey guys!" I called as jumping out the corridor of the stairs. I noticed how my sister was dining with them too. Dad smiled and walked up to me.

"How's it going girl?" Dad tried to work on his sass and I laughed. He had brownish black hair, giving Allan that, but now they were slightly grey. He had a perfect body, even at the age of forty two and always dressed sharply. He was dressed in a button up, white shirt and black dress pants.

"You're looking good." I commented. He cheered, kissing my temple.

"When are you two leaving?" My sister, Sydney, asked. She was a beautiful woman. She had the most chocolatey hair I had ever seen and blueish-gray eyes. Her cheeks were plump just like mine and her nose was small but a little puffy.

"I'm leaving-" I looked at my black watch which struck seven thirty, "-now."

"Why now?" Mom furrowed her brows.

"I feel like taking a train." I shrugged and she nodded. I loved the perks of being sick though. They listened to whatever I needed. Not that I took big advantage of that, but small ones; well who wouldn't.

I wore my black over coat, hanging open. Then, checked my appearance in the full body mirror on the coat cupboard door, and loved how my Captain America fleece jacket complimented my grey under shirt and black jeans. I pulled on my grey uggs and ran out of the house, swinging my open wavy black hair in the wind.

It was freezing outside. The snow covered every inch of my path but I wasn't upset. My way of high school was almost finished. Three more months of torture were left and nothing felt more good. I had been doing a little less than my potential to be honest but I was the person who blamed it on the spontaneous vacations I took because of my illness.

I took a deep breath and jumped up on the train, trying to stop the snow from clogging my nose and leaned against the pole near the door as I made it in. My head started spinning, so I shut my eyes and squeezed my eye lids. Suddenly, the world around me moved but then a jerk brought me back.

"Hey, you okay?" A guy with a British accent was holding my arm, holding me up. I looked around and everyone was staring at me. I stood up quickly and tried to move away. He instantly let me go. When my eyes looked him up, I was breathless. His blue orbs shook the life out of me.