Anastasia

"What the heck is that fucker doing here?" Damien said looking at my ex in the crowd and instantly pulled on a face as I made my way to him.

"I have no idea." I said nonchalantly grabbing the drink from my best friend's hands and downing it in a go.

"By the way, you seemed glowing while dancing with the prince." Damien said sarcastically, and gave him a look and I scoffed.

To say that I hate that conceited bastard is a fucking understatement.

If it was in my hands, he would've gone back to that stupid preppy school of his, with that ship load of ego he has with other species like him.

"He's a dick." I said through gritted teeth. " Meilleur ami, you're repeating insults again." Damien smirked at me.

"One more word from you and I promise that you will be missing a penis and a pair of balls tomorrow, capiche?"

I growled at him so hard that his eyes widened in fear and quickly handed me another drink.

My passive aggressiveness has a very good reason to be surfacing right now.

One, a stupid fucker who doesn't seem to take no for an answer is after me for something that I don't want to do.

And two, my ex is here.

I haven't seen him since high school ended.

Austin was my first love, childhood sweethearts and all, we went out for almost half of middle school and half of high school.

But apparently girl code wasn't a thing back then.

I found him in bed with my sister one night. The night I experienced my first heartbreak.

Austin was pretty popular in school, he had handsome looks, so naturally a lot of female crowd was attracted towards him. Including my sister.

That was the night when my hate for my sister started. Up until then, I just didn't care. She would mind her business and I would mind mine.

I remember the smirk she threw my way when I peeked at them through the half opened door. What's worse is that they did it on my bed.

The place where Austin would sneak in, and talk to me for hours and hours. We would lose track of time while spending time with each other. Where we had sex for the first time. Where we said our 'i love you's for the first time.

It was a whole new level of devious and twisted.

The next day, I broke up with him. Without any explanation.

My mother was very angry with me that day, saying that I would never find a good husband, and that Austin was the best chance of a future for me. You see, Austin is the son of a very well known noble of this country, so marrying him would be good for our family's image.

She didn't even care to ask if I was okay. If I was hurt. She even went as far as saying that I'll never amount to anything in life. My sister was listening to all this. I saw the smug look she gave me as I walked up the stairs.

People would think that I was stupid to hate my family so much. That I have the money. What more could I ever want? They don't know that problems don't care about the status of their victim. The attack. That too brutally.

People would be stupid if they think that they can handle the consequences that arise with wealth.

"You wanna do something fun tonight?" I turned towards Damien.

"Like..."

"I don't know, maybe Shredders?" I shrugged innocently.

Shredders is frat house down in the city where are the ugly stuff goes down. Drugs, alcohol and non stop partying.

"Ana.." Damien sighed. "We've been through this."

"I am not a baby Dame, I can take care of myself." I defended.

"You're not going. End of discussion." He stated, clearly annoyed, and started walking towards the exit.

"Come on, just tonight." I said, giving him a pleading face. "No Anastasia!"

"Don't be such a buzzkill." I snarled at him, mostly because he used my full name.

He huffed and muttered a curse under his breath and started speed walking.

I sighed and followed him.

"Damien! Damien!" I rushed after him. "Dame, come on." I sighed. "I just.... I need that peace."

I stood behind Damien as he stopped walking, his back facing me. Slowly he turned around, his nostrils flaring in anger.

"I still can't remove that scene in my head Ana, you hear me? I still can't forget your state that night okay? Donc si tu penses même une seconde que je te laisserais y retourner, tu te trompes."

I sighed as I watched his aggravated figure walk away from him, talking to the valet for his car. I know he's right, but I can't seem to stop. I turned around and gasped when a feminine figure bumped into me.

"Je suis vraiment désolé! Je suis vraiment désolé!"

She started shaking as my eyes widened and I grabbed her by the shoulders. She was about two years younger than me, a petite figure with short choppy brown hair and a very small face.

"What's wrong?" I asked her, as she caught her breath.

I took a look at her uniform. She was one of the staff that worked here.

"Êtes-vous Anastasie ?" She asked hesitantly to me in french, making it clear that she probably doesn't know english.

My curiosity kicked in at seeing how nervous he sounded.

"Oui. Qui veut savoir?" I answered back politely.

"Euh. Son Altesse veut vous parler."

My nostrils flared in anger. That stupid fucking embicile.

Rage pumped my mind, thinking of every single way I could kill him and no one would know.

What does it take for this guy to just give up? Does he not know what 'No' means? Like hell am I ever giving into him. He can go shove a stick up his pompous ass.

He's going down today.

I took a deep breath in the process of trying to control my anger.

I shot a fake smile at the girl in front of me.

"Lead the way."

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"Do you not know what 'no' means? Maybe I should just tattoo it to my face." Those were the first words I said to him as soon as the door of his office closed. He just looked at me with a calm expression, making me even more aggravated.

Angry, I continued my rant.

"God do you know how annoying you are? This is getting desperate now? How many times do you want me to tell you, I don't want to help you!" I shouted at him, running my hands through my hair in frustration.

He still looked at me with a blank face as I looked at him with a baffled face. Why the fuck is he not saying anything back? I have no idea why, but he's making my wrath even worse.

"Are you gonna speak?" I hissed at him, narrowing my eyebrows.

He again gave me the poker face.

Oh, for the love of -

"You know what? You're even worse than that oatmeal cookie and garlic sausage Liv made me eat once." I snarled back, seriously meaning my insult.

That thing was ghastly, I washed my mouth with soap after eating that.

His highness probably was just as disgusted as I was as I saw his calm demeanor break as he made a face.

We both stared at each other. Well, I was glaring, he was just giving me that stupid 'I'm not listening to you' look.

"Sit down." He said in a leveled tone.

"So he speaks." I threw him a dirty look.

He just gestured at the chair in front of him. I huffed and sat down. "What?" I snapped at him, crossing my hands. "I'm busy, make this quick, princess."

He raised an eyebrow at me, clearly amused at the nickname.

"Princess?"

"Yeah, you're a little bitch who only thinks about your own self and acts like you're entitled to anyone and anything. See, a princess." I shrugged and he shaked his head at me.

He picked up his phone and started typing something on it.

"Hey, ever heard of Waterford Conservatory?" He asked me in innocent tone.

Oh my god.

My breath hitched in my throat, as my smug demeanor slowly slipped away. "What?" I managed to speak, as my heart started racing.

Please please please let it not be what I think.

"You're going there after your sister's wedding right?"

He asked me nonchalantly, not even sparing a glance at me, but I didn't miss the slight upward curve of his lips as he stared at his phone.

"Where are you going with this?"

My voice became octave higher as I rubbed my sweaty palms on my thighs.

"I think you know." He smirked at me as my head started spinning.

"I know the committee for admission of that college you know? Very well actually. The trustee was very good friends with my father."

He stood up from his chair and stalked towards me with powerful yet slow steps.

"I figure you haven't told your parents about this, yeah? Because you want this freedom. Badly, too badly." He said, his eyes sparkling.

I just stared at him, fully knowing he was right.

"All I need is to make a single phone call and your future will be destroyed."

He gave me a full blown smirk, knowing he won.

"You know, it didn't have to come to this Anastasia." He tsked.

"Could've just said yes the first time I asked you. Regret it now huh?" He was still smirking. The fucker.

"You're a manipulative psycho." I spat at him, rising from my chair, as I stood in front of him.

"I don't know about that." He said and shaked his head. "I just do whatever needed to get what I want." He said in a smug tone. He continued saying,

"What I do know is that you'll be here tomorrow morning at the palace entrance." He sighed, standing up and smirked at me and opened the door of his office.

"Au revoir."

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