For The Mafia's Son {Clan Mafiòso Series #1} SAMPLE!

Chapter-1 : A Hot Somebody

~Clayden~

Have you ever experienced that moment, you know...the one in which you stand in front of a mirror, and see a totally different you?

Well, that's something I am experiencing right now.

It had been a long time since I wore something 'tomboyish'.

So, I decided to go with an oversized T-shirt and torn jeans, not to forget my sneakers.

Trust me when I say that, I look good.

Today is the first day of a new semester, a new year at The Theodore High, Wyandotte.

My school is a big one. Built on a heritage site which was once functional for industrial activities during war times, it gives much importance to the school.

After the information I just supplied to you, you must be thinking that I am a G.K geek, but no guys, this is because of the excessive repetition of the same information given all these years by my school.

While talking to you guys, I am just coming down the huge spiral staircase of our Mansion.

The above line screams Richie rich, right?

Yeah, that I am.

My parents own one of the largest energy based industries around Detroit.

Julianne and Edward Clayden.

Own The Clayden Industries.

And I, Janet Chanel Clayden, am their sole heir.

I eat from five-star restaurants, sleep on premium sheets, move around in expensive cars, and wear from the best designers in Detroit.

I have all sorts of tinkling gadgets, diamond jewelry, and heels.

Now, raise your hands those of you, who would love to swap places with me.

I know there would be a lot of people who'd kill to be in my place.

But I rather kill myself than ask for a such a life.

A lot of you would've wished being born in luxurious households if you aren't in one, but for me, a mediocre one would've been better.

You watch and follow, a lot of rich kids assuming that they have more than you need, to live a life.

Yeah, they may have everything, except for one.

Life.

Life. That's what they miss.

I don't remember how many times, I may have put a fake persona in front of people, at business parties, at balls, and at dinners.

Why?

Because, I am rich. And rich people need to be different from others. They need to outshine the ones who don't share the same status. That's what my parents keep telling me.

All my life, I have attended grooming classes and mannerism workshops.

I hate eating everything with a fork. I hate wearing a stupid napkin around my neck and I hate going to balls.