Twisted Fate: Second Chance Heiress

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face, roughly tussling my chestnut brown hair. As an unfamiliar sensation surges through me.

d breezed by

meticulously crafting my persona to slip into the role of my new status......as an heiress, and CEO of Cass

e a second layer of skin, as my heels c

claration......

ed, with his usual stoic face softened by a rare smile. Standing beside the

one mostly reserved for a few. Sliding through the open door, I slumped down onto the leather seat, with my back pre

ed with different vehicles, as people went about their usual business. A stark contrast to the quie

ss my lipstick smugded lips, taking in the view before me. The city was a vibrant symphony of horns, lau

reen. I check and the sender information says "Mom". with a message "Get home safe darlin

I thought to myself, rolling my eyes to the si

o home, take a soothin

t an opportunity or more like a ritual to debut me. Throwing me back into the dating poll a

e absurdity of it's existence. Considering how my last relationship/marriage took a dark turn

forcing it to a jolted halt, throwing my body forward but I catch myse

ver flashed before me, along with the echoed sounds of crus

ll was that Anderson?". I snapped, as

rning his knuckles white, Mr. Anderson offered a swift apology

an with a tall domineering physique, climbed out. He had a dark gaze and a jawline that could cut through glass, exuding an aura that made the street pause and th

to stay in his damn lane," he scolded, run

ighting off the car. Moving towar

rson calls out to me, but I ig

sy admiring your reflection in your rear view mirror to noti

ways the ones with expensive shoes who think the road belongs to them." with an u

wn to my Louboutin

he world. Perhaps you should learn how to drive! This isn't a racetra

cold chuckle. As his amusement at m

a shame that a pretty face like yours, has such a sh

far more grace before, but this man's she

an by that?". I barked,

ore energy arguing with a spoiled rich brat." he mocked, jus

ss." he concludes with a final, dismissi

reamed at the peak of my voice, but my ret

an? I wondered. As my nostrils fla

stood by watching us have a go at each othe

nto the car, pressing my back against the leather seat. My chest

the incident mi

d as we set off, I hoped in my silence I wouldn't cros

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he grand hallway covered with velvet carpets, irradiated by glistering chandeliers as I made my way to the lounge area. L

mbrace and pulled away briefly. OR should I rather say.

A CASSA

ded me from the trau

fered me salvation,

foreign, but had now become mine

all this time". I lovingly replied, locking her into

g of dad, where is he". I inquired, while

re by the time the party starts lat

y hints, as her words barely registered, right before a tiny

ident in his voice. I crouched down slightly, with wide opened arms to receive him. As soon as he'

e stretched across his small lips. "Did you get me something from your tri

a variety of snacks ranging from cookies, chocolate bars and chip bags and also a small stitch figurine, which was his favori

his gratitude by giving me a kiss on my le

for you

ame his nanny Ms. Celia gasping for air throu

, I've been looking

ounced, offering her salutations right a

y hasn't been much trouble during m

His been a very

lly threw the question at my little o

can have some rest". mother instructed, demonstrat

mediately changed into a pouted lip, averting his face to the floor. Sensing his sadness I crouched down, hugged him again

promi

Celia disappeared back through the direction they came. While I made my way

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t cascaded to the floor, accentuating my curves, the party had already begun in full swing. As the room buzzed with

onation, with the vibrant energy that exuded all over. One which made the p

lipping out of character and brewing any form of suspicion amongst people I barely knew. Greeting guests and offering salut

s she pulled me into a warm embrace. "Your jus

as she guided me towards where my father stood with a ta

... Stewart Cassagrande boomed, w

Romero.......your prospective partner!" he

slowly, my world seem

r eyes met, my carefully constructed composure shattered, replaced by an over

s Yo