"Goodbyes are not forever. Goodbyes are not the end. They simply mean We'll miss you Until we meet again!" ~Author Unknown

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Victoria's POV

"Would you like me to go to New York and cajoled her to come back, dad?" I swallowed the lump that stuck in my throat. It's been a year and I knew mom and dad miss her like crazy, so was I. I wanted to make it up to her with all the years I've selfishly bitched her though she's innocent.

I vented out upon her all my pent up frustrations in my life. She doesn't even deserves it. I can feel the stinging tears brimming around my eyes again, threatening to fall, but I slammed it back down.

I don't cry. Not me. I don't want dad to see me weak because I'm not!

"It's alright, baby. Your sister is doing pretty well, and I think she needed this." Dad smiled, but I knew it didn't reach his eyes. Guilt tugs my heart again.

It's all my fault. I quickly dismissed the thoughts off since I don't want to remind how selfish I am.

Dad set the magazine he is reading on the table in front of us, and grab his coffee. "Dad," I started trailing off. Vogue had offered me a contract to be their model for the upcoming winter season, so was VS. Seeing dad looking sad, I'm hesitant to ask him for permission. I know I'm damn old enough to decide, and if my conscience doesn't nag me all the time since Elle left, I would just take off without asking them to leave, but no. I'm trying to make it up with them. So hard, but sometimes, when you're used to it, it's hard to change it.

Habits die hard, but I'm trying to change.

"Yes, baby?" Dad beckoned me to sit on the chair opposite him. He's in the loggia and the morning sun that beaming at us, with the soft summer breeze kissing our bare skin, feels so comforting and promises nice weather this morning.

I stared at his gray eyes and I feel like I'm staring at my sister. I love those orbs. I hope I had it, thank heaven, contacts are made.

"The London Vogue offered me a contract for this coming winter catalog, I-I.." I stared at him, fumbling for words to continue to cajole him to permit me to leave.

A smile made its way up his eyes and settled there. "Of course, baby. You could go. You want that right?" dad gave me his blessings and a genuine smile formed on my lips as I bob my head up and down profusely.

"Thanks, dad!" I choked and he smiled brushing it off.

"You look like your mommy a lot!" he said fondly after a lengthy stare. I felt pride in my heart. After Elle runaway -which the whole house turned into chaos, dad's ballistic of her, missing- he and mom never failed to show their support.

"Many said," I beamed and he chuckled as he nods his head. "And I love you both!" dad grinned happily. My heart overflows with happiness. Since that night of confrontations and revelations, dad and mom had been open and there's no time they will not tell me how much they love me.

I smiled full-blown. Warm feelings overflowing in my heart and I felt like the sun shines brightly. "I love you, dad!" I stood up and rounded him, standing behind him, I wrap my hands around his neck and leaned forward, with me chin resting on his shoulder. He holds my arms that were wrapped around his neck while chuckling.

"So when are you leaving?" dad ask after. I pulled myself away and stood beside him. He picks up the magazine and from the corner of my eyes, I saw my mom with Luke sauntering to our direction from the back door. Our loggia is facing the huge garden in the back.

Mom's face is grim.

"Tomorrow dad, if that's alright." I said and watch mom stops and scowled at my brother. My brother looks like a wet puppy. I can't control myself and laugh as my eyes trained on them.

"Alright. I'll ask our pilot to fly you there," dad said.

I nodded.

"Please, mom." I heard Luke beg.

"Hi, honey," mom kissed me on the cheeks with her one arm wrap around me, briefly yet tenderly.

"Morning, mom" as I kissed her back. "Morning, bro!" I grinned and he scowled at me. I stifled my laughter.

"Mom, please. She's not my girlfriend!" Luke begs, but his voice depicting frustrations and anger.

"She called me and telling me you are dating, then saw you kissing another girl!" Mom scowled back at him and then she looks at my dad, asking for help. Dad just shrugged it off and he stood up and wrap his hand around mom's waist. I almost rolled my eyes.

Here they are again. So much in love.

Pft. Love! I scoffed inwardly.

"Dad, please. Tell mom that these days, a relationship doesn't exists anymore! Right dad?" he's desperately looking for an ally. I wanted to agree, but seeing mom's vexed face, I'd rather not.

"See," mom turns her back to dad and dad was hugging her from behind. I crossed my hands against my chest with a cocked eyebrow, watching them amused.

Luke rolled his eyes heavenward and I thought that was too gay. He flung his hands over his hips and watched them vexed.

"Your dad were loyal," mom said proudly and dad nuzzled his head into the crook of her neck as he agreed.

"Mom, I've seen and read on google how dad changes his girls and no commitment before you!" Luke scoffed then frowned at dad who now stood straight and watch him, with his eyes sending a warning.

"Dad, I'm talking facts here," he faces dad, unfazed.

Dad scowled. "That's why to learn from it! It's not healthy. Why can't you get serious about a girl?" Dad asked, frustrated.

I grinned. God, I love watching when dad was giving long preach or mom to any of my siblings. I don't know. I just find it amusing.

Because you're a bitch, Victoria! My conscience mocked and my smile withered.

"I gotta go, dad, mom!" I interrupted. Dad nodded with his deep scowl slowly fading while mom gave me another kiss and let me go.

I left them bickering.

I need to pack my luggage. I'm going to stay in London for a month and it depends on if I'm enjoying it. If not, I'll come back home. If I do, I'll probably stay there for good, and find a new life there.

I look at my phone and I saw two texts from my friends, Cyrus and Cyra (See-ra). I excitedly read their text. They lived now in New York working with the biggest company, 'Saks' at fifth avenue. They will be both having their very first fashion show.

Hey, Beech, we are back! - Cyrus

I almost squealed when I saw their text.

When? :0 - me

The other day. We heard you got in at Vogue. Finally, they noticed you, girl! :) :) - Cyrus

I could literally hear him squealing excitedly through his text. I grinned.

Yes, finally. <:o) - me

Congrats!! (B) :d. We seriously need to celebrate this before you leave! :) <:o). Cyra is with me. - Cyrus

I quickly responded.

Sure! Tonight! (y) - me

Tonight! At Magnifico. I missed Vino's face! :p. - Cyrus

I suddenly burst into a fit of a giggle as I read his text. He's in love with Celvino Bravacci. The owner of chains of bars.

If he only knew we dated, he'll for sure squeeze me out for information about him.

After we broke up and Xandrous, I dated a lot of men, and tried to get him out of my system, but I failed miserably. I always ended up comparing them to him.

I sigh. I'm over him! I kept implanting in my head.

See you, later! :) - me

I texted back and decided to finish packing in case I get wasted tonight, trying to ignore the memories that were trying to ruin my good mood.

I slammed back down the memories of him and me, during our blissful relationship and tried to reminisce the reason why we ended it.

Him kissing another girl behind a washroom door, Cassie and him hugging like there's no tomorrow. Again, the pain and the urge to forget him filled me.

I came to see him yesterday. To officially forget and set things right. Whatever misunderstanding we had, I'll bury it once and for all. I'll start a new life and forget about this damn love thing and start building my career. That's the plan because there's no hope for us.

He was surprised to see me standing in his front door, and I knew he is not happy that I came. His face is blank, emotionless. And then I realized why. Seeing Cassie in his penthouse set my anger on fire. I almost grab her by her neck and strangled her to death, but I kept my anger.

I was supposed to talk to him and hear his explanation why he had to suddenly broke up with me and be with him instead, but when I saw her wearing his shirt, everything flew out of the window.

I just decided to end it quickly and get the freaking out of his unit. He looks surprised though from my sudden visit, but after that, no emotions held in his face. I bet he even disliked me being there, interrupting them both.

I felt my eyes if there were tears that just decided to roll out like it has its own mind, but they were dry.

Pain, heartbreaks is inevitable when you love. It comes with a package, but I never thought that heart broken is literally feels like it was cut into pieces. Feels like decapitated, useless, and hopeless. It felt like a hole in my heart is left there and he had the piece.

I heaved a hollow sigh and quickly start packing. It's always like these. Walking like a robot. I'm just glad, I didn't fell down the sweeping stairs as I walk up to my room, or entered into a wrong door after series of doors, or banged into a wall.

THE TIME flies by like a running water. I felt exhausted once I'm done packing. My belly growled and I realized I didn't eat anything.

My eyes darted to my Chanel wristwatch and it's almost three.

Wow, five freaking hours just to pack one big luggage? Well, half hour I guess was thinking about Xandrous.

I really need to stop thinking about him.

I decided to have my lunch. I wonder why mom and dad didn't come to see me for lunch.

I quickly headed for my door, sauntering along the wide hallway, the trudge down the staircase with ease, fully cognizant of my steps not to rolled down face first on the stair steps. I needed this face for my job.

My smile widened when I saw Jaime ambling heading the left hall where the kitchen is.

"Hi, Jaime," I called out. He stops in his tracks and face me. A wide smile plastered on his aged face. Wrinkles starting to visibly shown in his face marked his age, but his cheerful once young face is still there.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Vicky," he smiled.

I made my last step of the stairs and strutted to his side, then we walk side by side comfortably. He's like a family to us. I know sometimes I could be a bitch to them, well I was, but I'm trying to make it up to them. I'm just glad they didn't make it a big deal. They just ignored my tantrums when bitchy struck me.

"Where's mom and dad?" I asked as we strolled down the hallways through series of doors to the kitchen.

"In your dad's office. They had a meeting," he explained briefly and I nodded.

"Did they had lunch?" I asked wondering.

"No, Ms. Vicky. They said they will eat later. You should eat your lunch," he remarks as he pushes the door for me and motioned me to go in. I entered the dining room and welcomed me with the familiar sixteen seaters oval classic dining table.

"I'll leave you here, and I'll summon someone to serve your meal," and with that, he left to the other door, connecting with the big dirty kitchen, where the chefs and other company stays most of the time.

I watch him disappear through the door before I walk to the table and pulled one chair.

Just as I sat, I heard mom and dad talking loudly behind the door.

"Oh jeez, Demi. You are acting like a young boy. We are old, jeezz.." Then mom burst into giggles.

I can't contain myself not to roll my eyes.

I suddenly heard nothing behind the door as I waited for their dramatic entrance, instead, Jaime and another younger version of his wife emerged out of the other door with my food.

"Mr. and Mrs. Pallos can't join you right now, Ms. Vicky. After your meal, please see Mr. Mailov in the living room,"

"Mailov?" My heart suddenly races in anticipation.

"Yes, Ms. Vicky."

"Who's Mailov, old or young?" Cocking my eyebrow, concealing the hope suddenly grew in my heart.

"It's me."

That voice. My heart almost popped out of his ribcage. Why in the hell is he here? "If you're looking for dad, Jaime can usher you to him," I scowled impassively, trying to conceal the pounding in my heart. Honestly, I shouldn't act like a teenager that saw her crush.

We are over, and I'm over him. Done!

"I'm joining him for lunch, Jaime," he smiled at Jaime. My head suddenly snaps in his direction.

He didn't come here to have lunch, right?

Why would he want to see me?

"Can't I see you since I'm here anyway? My meeting with your dad is done and I'm not doing anything. I bet you need company, today? Aren't you bored?" he nonchalantly said and my temper suddenly bubbles up in my system.

Why does he care?

I poke my sausage, with a huffed -using my fork- so hard as I scowled at him, thinking it was his heart I was poking. Oh yeah, he doesn't have a heart.

He shrugs it off my response and sauntered through the dining, rounding me and stop on my right side, then pulled a chair beside me. His familiar scent assaulted my nostril and it starting to stir old yet vivid feelings.

I scrunched my nose, feigning disgust.

I watch him sat and angled his body facing me, with his right elbow propping on the table. He smirks suggestively. "Don't you like my perfume, V?" he asked. Old memories flooded my head. "You used to smell me in my neck all the time because you love the smell," he reminded me as he leaned closer to me and his breath fanning my cheeks. I ignored him, scowling at my plate that I absentmindedly filled with sausages, scrambled eggs, and waffles.

"So you're not going to talk to me?" after a lengthy pause.

I kept my mouth shut even though I really wanna lash him out. I resumed eating, ignoring his presence.

"I thought you're ready to forget everything and starts a new life? Which I understood were, we are cool. We can be friends again, right?" Xandrous said casually.

Oh God, it's hard to shut my mouth.

I stared at him, coldly. "Yes, of course. We are cool, but we can't be friends anymore, Xandrous. I hope you realized that we can never be friends," I said as I grab the water and chugged it down.

"I've never understood the idea that you can't be friends with an ex-girlfriend?" he frowned. Then, he grinned suggestively. "So we can't be friends, but we can be lovers again, right?" he wriggles his eyebrows suggestively.

My eyes turn into slits, and I almost choked with my spit. I cleared my throat to make sure he'll get it right and clear. Let me make things clear and straight to this asshole. He thought he could just pick me where he dumped me.

"I already spit you out, Xandrous. I don't eat what I spit out, again!" I pompously sneered and stood up, almost patting my back for such control of my true emotions. I felt like I was floating on cloud nine for the victory I felt. Maybe that's why I was named Victoria.

From the word, Victory.

I smirked as I made my way to the door. "I heard you're leaving tomorrow to London," he spewed out, making me stop dead on track.

I didn't look back. "Yes. I'll find my luck there and maybe live there for good if things go my way," I responded shortly and continued pacing back to my room.

He said something, but I didn't bother stopping. My legs are starting to shake with all these emotions, but I know, once I'm far away, I will definitely forget him and eventually, find happiness in London.

I'm hoping, I will.

Goodbye, Xandrous! My heart felt heavier.

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A/N: Okay, here's the first chapter. I hope you all like it. It's the beginning of their journey. I hope this will be as interesting as the story of Elle and Nico. I hope you all support it through the end...

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