𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙣𝙚𝙙 || 𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙞 𝙨𝙫𝙚𝙘𝙝𝙣𝙞𝙠𝙤𝙫

chapter 3

ophelia's pov:

My new movie, Beastly had came out a few days ago and it's already blowing up.

I didn't really expect this to blow up and honestly didn't care that much since I have my own life that I need to focus on. My duties at work and my daughter.

I loved her so much, she was my everything. Even though, the little mistakes I've made couple of years ago.

I mean, a huge one. But first, I gotta introduce myself.

My name is Ophelia Grande but that's not my actual last name, I'm nineteen and from Boca Raton, Florida.

You must wonder how I have a daughter at a such young age. Well, you see I'm about to tell you why.

My parents were disappointed that I was pregnant at the age of 16 and I didn't blame them. I was a troubled kid back then and this all lead to me going to a party with my close friends. And one thing leads to another, I met up with a boy and we got... you know, carried away.

We were both drunk and out of our minds. It was possibly the best night ever that I had. Obviously, that we used to date before but it quickly leads us to a bad breakup, splitting us apart away from each other. From that moment, I couldn't keep in my cries, it was too unbearable and upsetting. I couldn't know what to do after losing the love of my life.

That stupid decision happened to be one of the best things that ever happened to me.

Anastasia Delilah Butera Svechnikov is my daughter that I raised alone with the help of my best friend, Mia and my sister, Ariana.

Anastasia and I moved in back with Ariana here in Ana's hometown, Montreal about 5 months ago. It's a bit confusing but I was born in Florida and raised in Montreal and I was so excited to be back to my hometown where I had memories. Mia sometimes lives in our mansion but wouldn't cause of her job. Writing and helping other various artists such as my sister, Justin Bieber, Demi Lovato-trust me, there's a lot. Although with their off breaks, Ariana and Mia both were there through all the hard times I've had.

Anastasia does ask where her father is but I just tell her that he is somewhere and is happy. I do tell some stories about Andrei to Anastasia. She laughs every time I tell her but when I leave her in bed, I can hear her crying.

It breaks my heart to hear my daughter in pain all because of me. She deserves to have a father that cares about her and at least knows she exists.

Unfortunately, he broke up with me because her dad wanted our relationship to be 'healthy and delighted'. But like I said, it was a bad breakup for us afterwards. Every time I look at her, I can see the resemblance between her and Andrei.

She has beautiful black hair and bright brown eyes. She had that Andrei smile that always makes me happy. She looks so much like her father but sadly she doesn't know that.

"Mommy, wake up." I open my eyes to see my 3 year old daughter looking over me. I sat up as I rubbed my eyes. I then picked her up and let her sit on my lap as she giggle.

"Good morning, mi amor." I said, rubbing her back gently as she smiled. "Morning, mommy." She mumbled and I grinned, already having a thought in my mind. I then later attacked her with a tickle.