Beauty and the Beast | Fillie

Prologue

Prologue

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Just a small town girl
Living in a lonely world
She took the midnight train going anywhere

Millie Bobby Brown wasn't satisfied of her life. And that was no news.

The tiny girl looked out of the window and what she saw was kind of depressing. The October sky was cloudy, grey, pale; people were running back and forth, busy with their lives, so busy they did not even care of what was happening around them; the leaves were slowly falling down from the trees and they were gracious, indeed. Red, orange, yellow, every kind of shades, dancing in the air, but at the same time, lifeless, falling without anyone there to collect them.

Beautiful, yes; but dead.

She focused her hazel eyes again to the text book right in front of her, Mrs. Dalloway.

She loved studying, especially Virginia Woolf and the Stream of consciousness movement. She was so interested in the born of that new type of modern novel, and especially in how a woman who didn't even attended college, was smart enough to think of something so revolutionary before a bunch of know-it-all men.

She felt proud of being a woman, and a victorious smile appeared on her face. Millie had a dream: wanted to do something revolutionary too in her life. She wanted to help the others, creating something extraordinary, being more than a simply and ordinary city girl.

But her financial situation wasn't the best, and she knew it quite well. She barely succeed to get into college thanks to the saving of a life time she and her father made through the years. Her dad knew how smart his little girl was; always the top of the class, always so punctual, good, nice but with that damned stubbornness and bravery... just like her mother. And to him, she deserved the whole world and beyond.

Millie sighed.

She checked the watch on her left wrist: 5 p.m. It was time to go back home; she had been studying for four hours in a row for her upcoming English literature exam, and she needed some rest and to get out of the college library immediately if she didn't want to make her dad starve.

She collected her things quickly, took the keys of her yellow vintage car out of her pocket and jumped in without hesitation.

She had been living in Canada for almost all of her eighteen years of life. Vancouver, the city that never changed. Where everything was simply what it was. Black, white; right, left; changes or deviations weren't allowed. And for her pretty curious mind, that wasn't enough. Never enough. She wanted to get out of there and explore the world, meeting new cultures, see that small blue and green planet with her own two hazel eyes.

Yes.

For just once in her life, Millie Bobby Brown wanted to see her life turning upside down.

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Finn Wolfhard had everything he wanted, and that was not news.

Sitting on the chair of his crystal desk, he stared at the reflection of his imagine in the enormous window standing in front of him; the city beneath him looked small, helpless, stupid and miserable; Vancouver was his. Only his.

A satisfied smirk appeared on his pale face. With a snap of his finger he could have had it all. The Wolfhard & Co. enterprise was the most known and successful in the telecommunication business; and what people didn't know - the normal ones, at least - is that that young gentleman of twenty one years old owned and blackmailed judges, reporters, police departments, all the little business around the Canadian city. Everything he had was just information - stolen information, to be more specific.

Surely, he wasn't a businessman made by himself.

His adoptive father, Matthew Modine, was the founder of all the business and he wasn't sure that his partners would have been the best choice for the future of his enterprise after his departure, and his adoptive son, Finn Wolfhard, never seemed interested in working in general. He was more inclined in smoking pot, playing guitars and hanging around with those "pathetic Canadian musicians"; but, fortunately for Modine, after a few years, the kid woke up from his teen rebellious behavior, and surprised him in his nearly twenties.

He learnt everything about what that job required. And the dark haired boy, in a matter of two years, became the new CEO that everybody feared. And papa couldn't be more proud.

Even though Matthew was the President, Wolfhard had the power. People wanted to interview him; people wanted pieces of him; people loved and feared him.

But he didn't care for them. He cared only about himself, his personal imagine, about money, probably even about some pretty girls to fuck and no one else. He hadn't weaknesses for the simply fact that he didn't mind people around him.

He passed a hand through his black curls and sighed.

It was time for another meeting, a pathetic meeting. The man he was about to meet was an adult, in his forties, who owned him a considerable amount of money he gave him one year ago.

"Please, Mr. Wolfhard. Someone told me you do loans. I will give you everything back in a year. I need my kid to go to college."

And so Finn did. He gave him 350.000 dollars. It was nothing for him. Absolutely nothing.

But a year passed, and it was time to give the money back, and that part for Finn was the most satisfying for a simple reason: he loved people, insignificant human beings, begging him, on their knees, to give them more time, that they didn't want to be killed or going to prison.

But he didn't give a fuck. His heart was made of stone.

Finn stood up from his chair and fixed the white collar of his Louis Vuitton shirt, and looked at the hour displayed on his golden Rolex: 5 p.m.

His own world began and ended with him. The sun was up only for him, and the moon was there just for reminding him that everything that surrounded him was his.

But little did Finn Wolfhard knew that someday, his own perfect and selfish world would have turned upside down.

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