Filthy Rich by Atarah Yvaine (ereader ebook TXT) π
Her life is characterized by continual setbacks and misfortunes.
Although she's being cast out by the people around her, she never stop having a kind and soft loving heart. Her Name really suits her.
Deus Niccolli Cavelli also known as the ill tempered moster.
He is handsome, intelligent, and wealthy. Almost perfect but the problem lies on his attitude.
Two different worlds but fate has its own plots and twists.
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We woke up late and now we're almost flying on the road with how fast Deus is driving his car just to drop me to school on time. I need to be on time because I'm going to have a presentation on my first class today. We watched series on Netflix last night and we really had a good time but eventually we forgot to set an alarm.
"Slow down a bit. I'm feeling like I am about throw up" I said while holding firmly in my seat. He is going too fast and I'm started to feel dizzy.
He didn't listen and I got no choice but to just close my eyes. After a while the car halted and I think we already arrived. I exhale and thank the Lord that we reach school safely and alive. I opened my eyes and fixed myself. I combed my hair using my fingers and get my bag that I didn't notice is now on car floor. I picked it up and hang it in my shoulder.
"Thank you" I utter before I hurriedly get out of the car. The moment I go out, I saw a lot of students walking, some are waiting for their class and many of them are also rushing to go to their classes. They start diverting their attention on me and the car beside me. Most of them are eyeing the car with an awe and their faces holds this emotion like they are surprised or just can't believe that I came out of it. I hurriedly walk to go to my class ignoring everyone's weird stares.
I run as fast as I can even though I am wearing a heels and a corporate attire. I don't care about how I look anymore all I care about now is that I need to arrive on time.
When I am almost at my assigned room, I bumped into Ali who is also running in speed. Her hair was a mess and has a comb stuck on it. No makeup which I found unusual.
"You're also late?" she said shocked.
" We are really BFF'S " she writes the letters B F F in the air using her fingers and was so amazed by the fact that we are both late. We are both in the edge of trouble and she still have time to celebrate because I was with her. Crazy woman!
I hold her wrist and pulled her with me as I run and enter the room. We finally breathe a sigh of relief when we see no professor in front of the class. We are panting as we take our sits. Thanks goodness.
"Hooo, I thought I'm not going to make it. I skipped breakfast just to make it on time now, I'm starving" Ali is now wiping her sweats while grabbing some granola bar in her bag.
"Thank God, we made it." I snatched her granola bar and took a bite. I ate breakfast but I'm already feeling hungry. The running takes all of my energy. I wipe the sweats forming in my forehead using the back of my hand.
"I think eating breakfast is not the only thing you skipped today." I pointed at her hair and she quickly get her phone and take a look at her reflection. With her high-pitched scream and oh so surprised reaction I think she didn't intentionally leave her hair unattended. She forgot it.
Β I laughed.
"What the hell!!" she shouted as she started fixing her hair. She looks so stress about it.
"Did I just walk around the university with this witch like hair? Oh my gosh ahhhhhhh!" Yeah, she's losing it and so angry in herself. She even forgot about her granola bar and I took the chance to eat it. Good for me yey.
"I like your skirt, where did you get that?" she asked me after she calmed down from the controversial scene of her uncombed hair. Her picture was now all over the social media and the whole university is making fun of her. Thatβs the downsides of being famous. But I was surprised that she was proud of how she looks in those pictures. She's even bragging of how good looking she is that even a witch like hair suits her. I'm glad she didn't freak out or take it seriously.
"I don't know. Deus just handed me this when I'm trying to find something to wear in the closet." I explained
"It might be his ex's clothes" she whispered and I suddenly realized that it can really be his ex-girlfriendβs.
I don't care if it really is though.
"Well thanks to her then I got nice clothes to wear for today" I laughed while she can't believe that I did just laugh about it.
"You're really unbelievable. If I personally found out that my boyfriend is still hiding her ex clothes on his closet, I will flip out. And here you are saying thank you." she ended up scratching her head.
"Anyways, are you well prepared for your presentation? Feeling nervous?" I am touch that she asked about it. Well, she knows I mean everybody in my class knows that I have stage fright and social anxiety. I might be the smartest in our class but when I am talking in front of people the tendency is that I will stutter or I will have a mental block. That sucks specially when I have an episode and my block mates ended up laughing and making fun of me.
" I prepared so much for this. I hope it will turn out good." I am holding the laptop that Deus lend me as I am checking my PowerPoint presentation and doing some quick review.
"You can do it. Just don't be so nervous. It's just us who is watching. You are the smartest in this room, always remember that. If you can ace all of our written test then you can do this too. Don't be too anxious about what you're going to say. It is all correct. Don't think too much, okay?" she gave me a pat on the shoulder and somehow it helps to ease my nervousness.
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