Rags To Riches
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CHAPTER 7 — From rags to riches.
Elise's POV.
My eyes slowly opened and my nose was welcomed with a scent that I found familiar. I tried moving my body but a pair of hands were firmly wrapped around me.
As my eyes fully opened, they were staring at someone's hairy chest. Curious and terrified to know who I was lying with, I raised my head slowly and my eyes widened in shock.
"Damien" I gasped but instantly closed my mouth.
I wriggled slowly out of his grip because I was disgusted by his embrace. Last night, he slammed the door heartlessly in my face and now, he had his hands wrapped around me.
Something wasn't adding up.
Successfully getting out of his arms, I quietly crawled out of the bed.
As my feet touched the cold floor, I let out a soft gasp.
I lowered my eyes to look at myself and I was completely naked, there were also dried blood stains between my thighs.
Tears stung my eyes and I looked at him, he was also naked as well. My hands desperately flew to my head as I tried recalling what happened.
The memories flooded my mind causing a headache that made me instantly dizzy.
"Ah."I moaned softly.
Recalling everything, I couldn't help but hate him more than I did before. My life was ruined because of him.
My parents warned but I thought there was something good about him and that's why I started falling in love.
But at the first sign of trouble, he abandoned me and slammed the door in my face. I had never felt so rejected and sad in my entire life.
I never thought that of all the people who had ever turned their back on me, he would be the one to treat me with such callous indifference. Even after sending me away like a dog, he still dared to claim my innocence without apologizing or showing any remorse.
"You're a monster." I sobbed silently and wanted to run to the door but I felt sore in between my legs.
I let out another moan and took slower steps to the door but as I reached it, I halted my steps instead of entering.
He would certainly wake up if he heard the sound of running water. I didn't want him to stop me with any more of his pretense and then convert me into his s*x toy because it was obvious.
That was what he wanted from the beginning. My body and nothing else.
I turned away from the door and picked up my underwear from the floor. I wore them one after the other and wore my dress that was slightly ripped by him.
'This is so mortifying.' I sniffed and walked to the exit.
A thought came to me to take some of his money and provide for myself but I banished the thought from my mind.
I didn't want anything from a beast like him. I wouldn't take a single cent. He had already taken so much from me- my innocence, my parents' love, my trust, and my self-respect. I wouldn't stoop low to his level, no matter how much I suffer. I would keep my dignity even if it was the last thing I had left.
I took a last hateful glance at him and then left the room. When I reached the lobby of the hotel, people had their eyes on me.
They were staring at me in irritation but didn't care. All I wanted to do was run away from the place and probably end my life.
The people I called family had disowned me and the man that I once loved also betrayed me in the worst possible way. I had nowhere to go or anybody to turn to.
I was good as dead. There was no need to live anymore.
With this thought echoing in my mind, I rushed carelessly into the road and the loud beep of the car horn was the last thing I heard before the body of the car instantly slammed against mine and I landed hard on the floor.
My head spun as I felt the warm trickle of blood down my head and at the same time, my eyes turned heavy. I could only see a blank space and it was like the heavens were calling after me.
Maybe this was finally the end for me.
***
FIVE YEARS LATER.
I was seated in front of my television listening to the entertainment news about me.
Things had changed within these few years. I wasn't the Elise people used to know. I was presently known as Annabel Claw.
It was a fake name that I had formed when my manager, Jones, asked me for my name.
Five years ago, Jones hit me with his car. He took me to the hospital and luckily I survived.
Jones felt guilty and decided to help me in any way he could. I didn't want to follow a stranger as the naive girl that I was but I had no other option.
I started living with Jones and we eventually left California for Country N. From that moment, my life changed for the better.
At that time he used to work for a top model as her manager but two years later, she fired him and left him jobless.
Suddenly, Jones approached me with a strange look in his eyes. He told me that I had the potential to be a model. He offered to become my manager, to take me under his wing and help me reach the top.
At first, I was hesitant but later I agreed. Jones turned out to be as good as his word. From making me eat and live healthy, I began practicing to be a perfect model. I started getting small modeling jobs and from there, my fame started to rise.
In just three years, my name became known around the world. I walked on the most expensive runways, I met a lot of celebrities and slowly the memories of being Elise Sinclair began to vanish.
I became a top model who was respected and loved by the people who once ruined my name. I got everything I wanted, from money to love from millions of fans and above all, power!
"Annabel, your flight to California is in about twenty minutes. We should get to the airport." Jones said, probably looking at his watch as usual.
The mention of California brought back bad memories that I didn't want to remember but anyway, it didn't matter anymore.
Elise Sinclair was long dead and anyone I knew before was dead to me.
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