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My name is Nina Petrova Dobrev. I'm 17 and live in Bulgaria. I'm the daughter of Katerina Peirce Dobrev, the famous model in the whole world.  I was born in Bulgaria still here. I used to live in Mystic Falls with my dad Vittorio Silas Dobrev, the 1 richest person in the world. But he stopped talking to us two months ago. So we are going to Mystic Falls to talk to my father.

So now would be a good time to introduce myself. I have long chocolate brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. I have a light tan I'm 5'4". I'm half Bulgarian by my mother and half  Italian from my father. I speak more than 12 languages. When I was 3 I was in more than 150 pageants and won each one. By the time I was 7 I was a billionaire. The richest girl in the world. And I still am.

"Ni get up we are going to miss out flight and I don't feel like running in my new heels!" Yelled my mother. She is always with the money.
"Ok!" I yelled back.
I got ready in my new channel outfit. I'll probably trow it in the trash. It wasn't the color I asked for.  I headed down the stairs to find my mom wasn't here. I got in the limo that was waiting for me outside.

When we got to the airport I saw my mother arguing with the pilot.

 "You are here to take us to where we want. I really don't care if your wife is giving birth or dying. I want you to take us to Mystic Falls and if you want to come back to your shitty life" she said. With that he raced up the stairs to the main cab. 

"See people these days don't know that their shitty life's don't matter to us rich people" she said. I just rolled my eyes.

 "Well if you weren't such a bitch you would understand that your life doesn't matter" I said under my breath. As we entered my private jet, I went to my room that I always keep lock.

 "Why don't you let me in there," my mom said. 

"Because I want time alone from you" I said in the sweetest way possible. As i entered I saw i saw my baby twins in bed. I should of told you that I had a relationship,well I'm married to the Salvatore brothers. I got pregnant with both their babies. Amara Petrova Salvatore (Damon's baby) and Tatiana Petrova Salvatore ( Stefan's daughter).

 "Hi babies" I said in a soft voice. They just giggled and roses their hands so I could carry them. "My little angles how was your trip to Aunt hopes house" I said they just smiled. Hope is my half-sister.

Ok let's give you a little history lesson. My dad is Nikalaus Milikastone and my mom is Nadia Jane Petrova. But they left me in a dumpster. So one day my parents were walking home from the doctor, they found out that my mother had lost to the baby girl she was carrying. So when I started to cry the looked inside and I was there. They adopted me and here I am. But two years ago a girl about 21 years old came to my door steps with a photograph of me when I was a baby claiming I was her sister. DNA tests were made and she really was my sister. Since then I kept in touch. Since I live in Bulgaria and she lives in Mystic Falls, it's hard for me to communicate with her. But I try. But it's been 1 and 1/2 years that I saw the Salvatore brothers. They were there when I gave birth but two weeks later they disappeared. Only leaving a letter that said goodbye. I cried but then I just didn't think about it. I still wear the wedding rings and I can feel they still wear them. I know they are vampires. I'm their mate. Still have the mate marks. I know my twins are the Gemini twins. I'm a witch myself but it's been years since I've used my powers.

As I exit the private jet, the babies would always get shy when they don't know where they are. I kept a strong hold to the babies. But they kept moving. We drove to the house I bought for myself. I didn't want to live with my mother.

The house I bought was a two-story simple house outside was the color white and navy blue.

The house I bought was a two-story simple house outside was the color white and navy blue

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