The Secret Life Of Bianca Star

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h my three bodyguards closely behind, the paparazzi positioned at different angles and attacked me with camera fla

life. The man who took my cherry years ago and gave me a ray of

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ittle weight he'd gained, he hadn't changed much. He still looked as dashing as he always did, like the first time h

alize I was staring intently at him until he turned and his eyes met mine. I quick

ess face he said, "It wouldn't be too much of a bother to ta

ndifferently. "Sure, not at a

lt uncomfortable being in such proximity with him. Then, Drew clawed at my shoulder and dug his nails in my skin. I

d, looking into the cameras, stil

nd is absolutely nothing compared to what I'd do to you." H

it whining like a baby

u what you are today, you tossed me aside. You must think so highly

u deranged pig. Now le

d was moving towards us. Drew glared at me for a few seconds before walking away. I

o, he was the sweetest person I knew, the loveliest I had ever met. I was at a poi

ess father had gotten her knocked up and had taken off before I was even born. After I graduated high school, I h

for the first time and bought his favourite coffee drink – caffe latte. He tipped me with $200 and I was du

, "You look like you could

es and laughed

ter, I was crowned Miss Universe. Yes, it's true Drew made me a star and brought me into the limelight but it was all my doing

nted to escape my sorry excuse of a life. I gave him the box and let him take my virginity without th

le whenever he needed me to be and couldn't complain or protest. However, he

nderwent intense training, ranging from changing my gait, my posture, the

to admit that. Drew claimed he loved me and maybe he did but I didn't give two fucks w

egret it. The naive Bianca he nurtured and kept to please him was dead. Now all that was left of me was a powerf

ght me back from my trip to memory