THE HANDSOME DOLL

CHAPTER I

*PLEASE DON'T JUDGE THIS STORY ONLY BY ITS FIRST CHAPTER. TRY READING ON.*

FOR JANNEL ERIKA

"What?!" I shouted over the phone. "You're getting married? To whom?"

"To Crystal Delby, you met her once, at the restaurant.." he answered, without a bit of hesitation.

"You've introduces me to hundreds of women over the past years!! You really think I remember that Crystal? What is it this time brother? You finally found someone to be serious with? For how long?"

There was silence on the line.

"I love her Blythe, I'm sure this will work."

Damn it. How dare he to break the news of his marriage over the phone. Ha! So he learned better than to show me his face! I will beat him to death otherwise.

"So this is your way running from our family's duty? Listen to me my dumbass brother! I swear if you ever go back home crying, I will break your ribs so that damn loving heart of yours will never beat again!!" I said on the top of my lungs and click the end call button then switch it off and took the battery away.

I collapse on the bed, covering my eyes with my arm. What am I going to do? Our organization's billion dollar debt should be paid three days from now or else...

Uggh! I don't even want to think the horrible things the Ligneri-Blanc Family will do to our remaining members as punishment.

But none of these will happen if my mentor's, Gregory Hendrick, still here.

I curled myself in a fetal position.

Gregory. That old man, its been eleven years and I'm still missing him.

If he's here, what will he do?

"Every Bondemer Family member pays his debts".

But, where the hell will I get that amount of money?! Even if I work my ass night and day for the rest of my life, I will never get that freakin' large amount of dollar!

I force myself to stand up in front of the mirror.

I, Blythe Chavillon, 21 years of age, a business management major in economics third year college student and the twin sister of my asshole brother, Bliss Chavillon, is once a candidate for the big boss position of the Bondemer Family. Well, I'm sure it was me who will inherit the position since the other one is my brother. Our mother died after getting us out of this world while my father was killed in a car accident when we were four.

My earliest memory will be that when a friend of my father leave us alone in our house with food to last only for two days. We don't have any known relative on this country so there's no one that friend of my father could contact to take care of us. We were left there, starving to death for about a week. My brother kept crying and crying until he fell asleep on the sofa. I don't know what to do on that time either so I just curled myself in the corner of our living room. On the seventh day, as if by some miracle, I heard some men shouting, banging our gate outside and when they managed to destroy our door, they found us there, half conscious. I don't remember what happen next but they became family to us since then.

Gregory always said that I'm the tough one even though Bliss was minutes older than me. He would pat my head while laughing and boast to the other men that I'm even better than them. I remember looking up at him, snapping his hand away and frowning insisting that I'm old enough to be pat on the head, but deep inside I really love it when he does that.

I stood there on the mirror, examining myself. With my brown hair cut just like my brother's, small breast, slender body, tall height (compared to typical girls) and boyish outfit, people always mistook us for being identical twins. The only difference I can see is that I don't have Adam's apple and my skin's flawlessly pinkish than tan.

I sigh, heavily.

Now that I've calmed myself I guess I don't have any choice but to take my brother's responsibility.

Again.