I Got Played

Prologue

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Thank you for even pressing on this story. This book was goaled to be finished in a week so thats why it seems a bit fast.

It seems cheesy but i hioe you give it a chance, the story has its own twist and i hooe you stay tuned to that.

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ROSE VOLDERA

Its been 6 months since we got bankrupt.

4 months since we found out about my mother's debts.

4 months since my mother has left us.

3 months since my senior year started.

3 months of pure utter hell.

I grew up in a family that had money. My father is a paper producer and my mother was a stay at home wife/ sales manager in my father's company. With all the money we had, I had everything I wanted.

I bought toys and dresses every Sunday, I would eat out for dinner everyday. We traveled every vacation and go wherever I wanted. Even if outside the country and last minute, they didn't mind at all. I had a driver to bring me anywhere I wanted and an allowance fit for a college student. We had maids that do all the work and I had a big beautiful house.

I was living the dream.

I was sent in a well known prestigious school in our town and I always hated it. I hated all the tutor lessons and foreign language classes my parents forced me to go to. Since I didn't have any interest for it, I never gave that much effort thus failing.

But despite my low grades, my parents still gave me anything I wanted. I was a spoiled little girl.

I had 3 sisters: Renny, Rosanna, Rhianna. Renny was 3 years younger, and Rosanna and Rihanna are twins, who are 9 years younger than me. I didn't really interact with them or spent time with them or anything. We just kept fighting and I just kept bullying them, it was fun.

Growing up I didn't really have emotional support from parents. My father had a lot of business trips outside the country and my mother was always busy running the business for him. I didn't really mind the lack of parental guidance since they didn't mind my flunked grades and I got whatever I wanted. Everything was going fine until I turned 12.

It was during the twins 3rd birthday. After the party, the maids and mom were cleaning. I was at my parent's room standing at their balcony while eating a cupcake. Suddenly, my father was stomping with a woman by his side, they both looked mad.

At first they were just talking then suddenly they were yelling. Our 3 maids were told to go back inside the house and my parents were saying bad words and some words like.

Stealing.

Money.

Liar.

Deposit.

Bank.

Things like a 12 year old flunkie like me couldn't understand. They were all yelling for about 30 minutes when the lady finally left and my parents went to my dad's office beside our house.

During dinner, I saw my mother wearing a sweater. She hates sweaters, she only wears them when we travel outside the country. After a few days I realized that she had 3 big bruises on her arms. 2 small but obvious purple bruises on her left and a big black and purple bruise on her right.