Kidnapped by Mr. Billionaire

The Grand Entrance

Rose led me to a room filled with an array of clothes, shoes, watches, and accessories, all meticulously handpicked by Master Geo. The room was a fashionista's paradise, with designer labels and luxurious fabrics that seemed to whisper elegance and sophistication. I was surprised by the selection, especially since he didn't know my size or style. The clothes seemed to be tailored to perfection, with intricate details and craftsmanship that rivaled high-end boutiques.

"How did he know my size?" I asked Rose, my curiosity piqued.

Rose smiled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Master Geo has excellent taste in fashion, Miss Aurora. You'll find everything you need here." Her voice was like music, soothing and melodic, and I felt a sense of wonder as I explored the room.

I tried on a dress, and to my surprise, it fit perfectly. The fabric was silky smooth, and the cut was flattering, accentuating my curves in all the right places. I felt like a princess, with the dress shimmering and shining in the light.

The make-up artist arrived, and I agreed to let her do my make-up, despite initial reservations. She worked her magic, transforming my face with subtle strokes and expert blending. My eyes seemed to pop, and my skin glowed with a radiant sheen.

As I finished getting ready, Rose called out from downstairs. "Miss Aurora, you're running late for school! Hurry down and don't forget your breakfast." Her voice was like a gentle breeze, urging me to move quickly.

I rushed downstairs, where I found a delicious spread of waffles and raspberry juice, my favorite. The aroma of freshly baked waffles wafted through the air, making my stomach growl with hunger. The servants and armed guards were busy with their duties, but they all seemed to be watching me, their eyes lingering on my new look.

As I finished eating, one of the armed guards opened the door to a luxurious car. The vehicle was a limited-edition Lamborghini, with sleek lines and a gleaming finish that seemed to reflect the light. I was amazed by the car's opulence, feeling like a celebrity as I slid into the passenger seat.

On Campus

The car pulled up in front of the university, and students stared in awe at the luxurious vehicle. The Lamborghini's engine purred to a stop, and the doors opened with a soft whoosh. I stepped out of the car, and the students' eyes widened in surprise. Some murmured to each other, speculating about the car's owner.

The sun cast a golden glow over the scene, illuminating the sleek lines of the car and the students' fascinated faces. The sound of cameras clicking and whispers filled the air, creating a sense of excitement and curiosity.

As I walked towards the building, the students' eyes followed me, their expressions a mix of admiration and envy. Some whispered, "She must be the daughter of a wealthy politician." But as they saw my face, their expressions changed. They recognized me as one of the "freaks" on campus, known for being poor.

"How is that possible?" one student asked. "Is she not the poverty-stricken freak?" The question hung in the air, like a challenge, and I felt a mix of emotions as I walked towards the building. I was still the same person, but now I looked like one of the rich and classy students.

As I walked down the hallway, everyone stared at me. The cool guys in my class looked at me with newfound interest, their eyes lingering on my face and body. "Am I really that beautiful?" I wondered. "Or are they just overreacting?" The attention was intoxicating, but also unsettling, like a double-edged sword.

I felt like I was walking on air, my feet barely touching the ground. The world seemed to be spinning around me, and I was the center of attention. It was a strange and disorienting feeling, like being in a dream.

But as I looked around, I saw the familiar faces of my classmates, their expressions a mix of curiosity and suspicion. They seemed to be wondering how I had transformed so suddenly, from a poverty-stricken freak to a wealthy and beautiful student.

I smiled to myself, feeling a sense of satisfaction. I was still the same person, but now I had a new look, a new attitude, and a new sense of confidence. I was ready to take on the world, or at least, the university.

As I walked into my first class, the teacher looked up at me with a mixture of surprise and curiosity. "Welcome, Miss Aurora," she said, her voice cold and unfriendly. "You look...different today."

I smiled, feeling a sense of pride and confidence. "Thank you," I said, taking my seat. "I've just been.