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Zoey Bold is shy, insecure and riddled with bad thoughts 24/7. Her girlfriend abused her, hurt her and left her with scars up her spine that she could never forget.
Zoey watched as her now ex girl...
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Zoey
I have never been this busy or annoyed in my life, I've never spent this much time being ridiculed on the phone every in my life.
Don't get me wrong, it was more of a parental type anger that most of these people had towards me—frowning on the fact I never called sooner and had kept them out of my life for so long but can you blame me? After my parents died, I ran as far away from my past life as I could possibly get.
It's been a week since what happened at Viva's and her life has been a living hell since then—her ex had refused to give Cleo back based on “endangerment” claims, even had photos of me which I didn't even know he had taken of me looking shabby—saying I was a low life and wasn't safe to be around, not to mention he didn't support the fact Viva was bisexual and had interest in woman—they didn't allow that to be brought to question, just her involvement in me and the obvious need to investigate me and look into her past meant Cleo couldn't go home.
She was heartbroken and I was working my hardest to show him that he fucked with the wrong person—it was hard because I wasn't healed from what happened with Bri. I cried every night, I still have nightmares and my insecurities were through the roof but I couldn't stop and think of myself when I got Viva into this mess—it was my fault that the way I look got her daughter ripped from her.
I had been in contact with so many people, soon enough I got to where I needed to be—See Viva's husband had been looking for an investor for the new brand of clothing being released soon yet nobody could match his offer, of course I could because of my name and who I was—I knew the moment I stepped into who I use to be, there would be no going back.
Which was today, today I was going to his company for a meeting—he only knew my last name and according to my lawyer and half the other people I talked too, he was excited to meet me because like I said my parents held a lot of power when they were alive. This wasn't the life I wanted to live, a life where my parents names would always mean something, and I would forever be in their shadow.
Even after all my accomplishments, I still struggled to find my place in their ever big empire—even if they were wonderful and loving parents, they taught me a lot growing up and had given me everything they possibly could even when it meant giving me nothing so I could do it myself.
I took a deep breath, I showered and did my hair—makeup which I hadn't done in a while and dressed in more businesses like attire. Viva didn't even know of this, I knew she'd be in the meeting today— a part of me couldn't wait to see the deep anger within his eyes when he saw me.
I called Owen, he use to be my parents personal driver—when he caught wind of what I was up to he demanded to be drive me around, it didn't hit me until I heard his voice that I had missed him just as much as I missed my parents.
