Heartless

Puzzle

Peirce stood at his patio looking out at the garden on full bloom. His house at the hillside was a sight to behold. It was majestic and beautiful and felt like a part of the landscape. There were no other houses in sight.

The reason being that Peirce had bought most of the hillside so none other could construct their houses here and disturb his peace of mind. He liked this place. He had bought this house on his twenty-fourth birthday about three years ago.

He was even more richer now and could afford a much better house but he preferred this one. He was tired of living near other people. His own family with four other brothers and two sisters felt big enough. His siblings were the only ones who ever got any emotion out of him.

But it had been a long time since he had seen any of them. He had been alone for more than five years now and seemed like he would be the hated for the rest of his life but if that was the price he had to pay then he would.

He had just returned this morning from his visit to his father's house where his mother had been wanting to see him. His little sister had been reading a magazine in the common rooms but as soon as he entered, she looked away and left the room.

Peirce's hands were in the pockets on his sweats and his dark blue t-shirt was worn and soft. He didn't look like the man he had on the yacht. Right now he looked like a highly attractive, but normal person.

His thoughts drifted back to the girl on the yacht three nights ago. He had tried to find out all he could about her.

After coming across a magazine on his sister during his visit to his father's house yesterday he had recognized her instantly. He had found out that the girl was Fiore Belle. The girl who was responsible for the rise of the Ma Belle designs industry.

She had started designing clothes when she had been only sixteen and her dresses had been showcased at the Maddie dale university Fall collection.

After that she hadn't stopped. By the time she was twenty she was considered one of the world's richest bachelorette. She had made a name is the fashion world and was one of the most famous designers of the century. Now at twenty-six she was considered one of the most successful women in the world.

What Peirce couldn't understand was that even after such a perfect reputation and a life filled with luxury and admiration did she want to kill herself. She was rich, beautiful and young. She should be happy and thankful.

He was angry at the girl and hoped he never met her. She was an ungrateful person who didn't realize how lucky she was, he thought bitterly.

Fiore was dressed in a long black dress that was tight at from the waist up and loose from the waist down. She looked beautiful. Her hair was pulled into a neat bun at the top of her head and a few bangs framed her face, giving it a soft look. She was wearing dark make up and it wasn't heavy. Her jewellery was of diamond and platinum, of one of her own designs, which brought out her eyes. She looked beautiful.

It was the evening of the charity ball, and the theme was black. Fiore had taken extra care with her makeup and dressing because she was going as Allister's date tonight and it would be the first time they would appear together.

Fiore walked to where a huge wall was filled with her shoes.

She had designed all of these and loved them all. She walked to the black section and pulled out a pair of five inch heels.

She wanted to look invincible tonight and she did. Her makeup, dress and jewellery seemed like an armour rather than accessories.

She heard her phone chime and knew it was time. She walked out of her room to the sweeping staircase outside the door of her room.

From there she could see Allister standing at the bottom of the stairs in a grey shirt and black suit. With his blond hair and blue eyes Fiore could see why so many girls fell for him. His physique was perfect. He was lean and tall and beautiful. She started walking down the stairs and Allister looked up at the sound of her heels.

When he saw her, he looked breathless for a moment before composing himself.

"Could you hurry up. We need to be there in ten." He told her, suddenly annoyed.

"I was ready before you even got here. You are the one who was delayed." She said coolly thought her cool went out the window when she saw the mark of lipstick on his neck. "And I have a feeling I know why you were so busy." She said walking past him towards the door. He just stood there stunned. When he had meet her the first time, she had been so quiet and meek in front of her parents and he had hated her.

She had looked so submissive and plain that he didn't even want to look at her but tonight, when she came down the stairs, Allister felt the air leave his lungs. She looked like a goddess who was ready for battle and he had forgotten himself for a moment but then he remembered how he hated her and loved another. But now as she walked towards the door, leaving him behind, he felt like a scolded child and felt annoyed by it.

He followed her towards his car and opened his door and sat down. She hadn't even waited for him to get here, let alone open her door for her before sitting in the passenger seat.

Allister was annoyed and turned on the car before speeding off.

Pierce Nott stood at the side waiting for the ball to begin. He had to attend because the Delacroix's had known him for a long time. After exchanging pleasantries with them, he had felt content to stand in a corner looking at everyone else.

Suddenly he saw a couple enter the room.

He would have ignored them if they were people other than who they were. One of them was his business rival Allister Zubin. The other was none other than the woman who had been annoying him for quite some time, Fiore Belle.

He had not thought this was possible. Allister was a playboy and by her reputation, Fiore seemed like a smart young woman. What the hell was she doing with him? He saw through her fake smile pretty quickly and realized she was pissed. Extremely. Not that he could blame her, just breathing the same air as Zubin made him angry.

'Was he the reason she had tried to suicide?' He thought. He then saw another person who he really hated enter the room. It was the Italian fashion model, Farrah Beninati. This was God's way on punishing him wasn't it?

He then watched, Farrah to his surprise, went and kissed Allister on the lips. Fiore at his side went stiff before walking off.

Now that he had seen this, Peirce thought something else might be going on with Fiore Belle. Something that no one else knew about.

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