"Everything comes with a sacrifice, deal, or benefit, however for some reason I can't figure out if I'm either of those."
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Love is not so dangerous and that is one thing Starr Marie was not aware of when entering her...
I came to the realization that he was not the villain, but the hero in my story. Saving me time and time again from the darkness he was a friend of.
Though, the darkness was no friend of mine.
It was indeed my enemy.
Pulling, dragging, and draining every little part of good I thought existed in me. Leaving me helpless, but helpless to him. Because he was my hero in every story.
And with him being my savior, I knew everything would be okay in the end.
Starr Marie
Trust.
From the moment you start to trust someone, they could easily turn on you.
After years of people lying to me about who I am and where I stand—I learned that a couple months ago—and honestly, I've learned my lesson.
It only took me a couple of months to realize it...
After all—all I wanted was to find out the truth.
For starters, My name is Starr Marie. Curly brown hair, 5'4, and tan skinned. Parents, two brothers, and a lifestyle that I wasn't in favor of.
I was the kind of girl that everyone shitted on. I had no type of confidence nor a back bone to stand up for myself.
Ironic right?
A celebrity daughter who's not bratty and fucking overconfident.
I was completely useless.
And that was something my family reminded me every single day.
My family — hold on scratch that— my donors and biological siblings didn't like me. I spent most of my days running in circles for people I called family.
I learned that they stopped loving me once they let that piece of shit uncle rape me. Yes, you heard that right! They did it for money and power, as if we weren't financially stable.
These selfish ass people let someone rape me to keep their crown. A crown that was never theirs to begin with.
A crown that I didn't know was mine.
I can't let that go and it hurts! It's hurt to the point that I want revenge, but a part of me wanted an apology of some sort. I wanted them to tell me they loved me or it was just so they could protect me, but they didn't. They let months past and all I have received was fucking pain and suffering.
Learning my truth somehow lead me into the hands of my savior, but it also put me in a situation where I never thought I would be in.
Sitting here thinking, one memory was still weighing on my mind. I remember it like it was yesterday, it went like....
Whore, get your ass in here and do something useful," My father yelled as I was sitting in my room. I heard his accent flow as he yelled my name.
I didn't know how to stop all the pain my family conflicted me with on a daily basis. So I did what they said, almost as if I was not their daughter but their house keeper.
I left my room and walked down the huge stairs in my house. It took me a while because my parents somehow afford to get a mansion.
As I walked into my sperm donors office, I see him sitting at his huge desk. I couldn't help but notice my two brothers sitting next to him. Jace and Luke. You could already sense the Cinderella vibes. I didn't appreciate how they treated me as an outsider. I was the dirt and they were the royals standing above the dirt.
"Yes sir," I say softly with no care in the world acting as if I didn't hear his request earlier.
"I said do the laundry now," He demands with an angry tone. Jace quickly following him after saying, "He also said you are a WHORE!" All of them laughed as I stand there like an idiot. I even heard my mom laughing afar.
I was in no fit to react how I would react now so I nodded my head and headed to the laundry room. I cleaned their shit stained underwear like it was no tomorrow.
Thinking back I wondered why I never had the guts to say anything back. My family wasn't nothing but rich assholes who care more about money than each other.
They would not do anything for anyone unless it was for their benefit. And me being their muppet, I was their use for everything.
That's what I realized after awhile:
Everything comes with a sacrifice, deal, or benefit, however for some reason I can't figure out if I'm either of those.
After finishing the laundry, I walk back to my dads office. I knock on his door as I listened for a signal for me to come in. He always did this thing where he knocked on his desk twice letting us know if we were invited in or not.
My parents never taught me the sticks and stones shit. So whatever he said to me, I took it to heart. And my heart could only handle so much.
"Dad, I finished the dishes and the laundry," I stated as he continued to sign the stack of papers on his desk without any intention of looking at me. I waited for an answer but I got nothing— not a eye roll, facial expression, or answer. So I turned around walking back to the door to exit just before my father stopped me.
"You are getting married and tomorrow you are going to meet your husband," He says with a slight smirk.
Instantly my heart dropped to the floor. I thought about all the bad guys and associates my dad have around our house constantly and I became worried for myself. I knew what they were like and what they were capable of but I had no say.
Or at least that's what I thought.
I know that with arranged marriages, there has to be some type of sacrifice, deal, or benefit.
Strike one, guess I'm the sacrifice !
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Started kind of rocky, but hey... there's many more chapters to make up from.
Hate Starr's family already?
A/ Thank you for reading chapter 3. See you in the next chapter<3
