MISS CLASSIC 🥵🥵 she's mine 🥵🥵

💄💄MISS CLASSIC 💎💎 🥵🥵 She's mine 🥵🥵 THEME : BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE 🥀 ~hïs sassy girl 💎~ Written by: Rejoice Library PL. COMPLETE THE LIKE, COMMENTS AND SHARES. ãll the best ★ #UNEDITED. 💎💎 1~2 🥵🥵 ***♥*** ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ ༆PAINFUL REMEMBRANCE༆ ------------------------------------------ ★ The bells of the cemetery jingle loudly as a white Porsch and four red jeep drove smoothly into the cemetery gate and parked at the front of a church. The red jeeps doors were pushed open and hefty bodyguards poured out of the jeeps and strived towards the white Porsch then one of them flung the door of the Porsch open. When the doors of the Porsch were flung open, a pair of white heels emerged from the car and the hem of a white floral gown swept the floor as a feminine figure emerged from the car. ”…Wait here for me, I need privacy with my family ” she Muttered as she moved towards the entrance of the cemetery. She carried the grace of a temptress, very dominating and cold. The Aura of an ancient goddess, gentle and calm. As she moves towards the entrance of the cemetery with her long red hair Cascaded down her shoulders and over her back. In her hands were a bouquet of lilies as she sucked in her breath and exhaled softly, her eyes shut tightly as she was trying to control the throbbing of her heart. She's going to speak to her parents after thirteen long years of being away from new York. She just got back to New York City but hasn't gone home yet because she can't be in New York without visiting her family. Her eyes walled up as she got to the front of two graves with the name: LORENZO BRONTË AND CASSANDRA BRONTË boldly written on them. She slowly fell on her knees as hot tears started pouring down her eyes. Thirteen solid years and she hasn't spoken or seen her parents, it wasn't easy to live with the thought of never seeing your loved ones ever again. She knows her grandma tries filling the space of her parents but it's not going to be that easy for someone to replace the place of her mother . She has tasted all the pies around the world but none was like the ones her mom made. She so much misses her Papa's crazy jokes, he usually tells them when they are going camping or hiking. Her parents were the best thing the great Lord had blessed her with, she was very carefree and lovely when her parents were still with her but now they're no longer here and she doesn't love anyone apart from her sassy grandma. She has never thought a day would come where she would kneel down in front of her both parents graves sobbing and wailing in so much sadness. She buried her both parents at the age of ten, she was there when everything happened but she was too young to do anything to protect them. She still regrets why she wanted Chinese food that Faithful day, when she wasn't even a fan of Chinese food. Their chefs would have made the best Chinese food for her but that day seemed different. She just had to go out, it was her fault her parents died that Faithful day. She is lonely because she killed her parents, she took them out when she wasn't even meant to go out. She just had to ask for Chinese food that day when she didn't even like them. " f**k!!! " She cursed under her breath as she wiped her tears with a white Handkerchief " it feels like it happened yesterday " she groaned roughly as she slowly placed the bouquet of lilies in between the two graves. " I'm so sorry, Mom, Dad. I didn't mean this to happen, I wish I was warned beforehand, I wouldn't have let us out of the house that Faithful day " her lips Quivered as she uttered those words. " Am finally back after thirteen long years, Dad. I read business back at Vegas and mom. trust me, I have been Miss World and Miss universe for the past several years and I know I took that from you, I wish you guys were here to see what your daughter has grown up to be " If going back in time was not just a fantasy, she would have long gone back in time to change everything. " I'm such a monster, I killed my parents " she cried as she crumbled on her knees with her eyes tightly shut and her fingers trembled while placed on her chest. ★ " It has been finalized, the new CEO of BRUVZE fashion empire will report to the office first thing tomorrow morning and I hope all of you will be there to welcome her. She might be young but she's very intelligent, so I would love it, if you all can let her lead the way then you follow. Remember she's the daughter of Lorenzo after all " the aged voice of a woman seated at the head of the conference table boomed with pride as she signed on some document and the rest of the officials seated chorus 'of course' with fake smiles on their lips. Seated at the left side of the old lady known as Mrs BRONTË was the former CEO of BRUVZE fashion empire 'Bruce hudge' he had a deep frown clouded his face. He doesn't know why that little witch has to come back this early, he thought he would have sold this dead place before she came but all his plans have gone down the drain. He scoffed under his breath before standing up on his feet and bursting out of the conference room in anger. " For f**k sake, why didn't that b***h die with her parents that damn day " he scoffed under his breath again brushing his fingers through his hair in frustration. * " Mrs BRONTË, Miss dîrä has just arrived at the airport but she went to the cemetery. Her assistant has just called and filled in on where they have been " Avary, Mrs BRONTË personal assistant told her as she walked out of the conference room with her head held high and her chin straight with pride. " Alright, let's get back home. I want to welcome my little angel myself " she Muttered as she started walking towards the exit of the huge building of BRUVZE fashion empire. Avary trail behind her as they walked into the elevator and went into the underground parking lot. Arriving at the underground parking lot, they walked towards a black shining jeep, got in then drove speedily out of the gigantic building of the BRUVZE fashion empire. The building is one of the biggest buildings in the whole of America. * * * The gigantic gates of the BRONTË magnificent building were flung open and five flashing cars drove wildly into the compound. A Porsch at the middle of four red jeeps as they moved in a decent and commanding way. The five cars parked at the glorious pouch of the magnificent building, the doors of the red jeeps were pushed open and hefty bodyguards poured out and jogged towards the Porsch. Before the guards could open the door of the Porsch , its door was pushed open and a feminine figure jumped from the car and bounced into the main building. as she made her way towards the entrance of the building. The pleasant aroma of home made French cookies filled the whole building making her heart flutter in delight. " Grandma... " She roared as she made her way towards the kitchen of the mansion, nothing much has changed since she left. Everything is just the same way she left them, her eyes walled up when she spotted her grandma close to the oven. They usually made video calls over the years but finally seeing her grandma in person, was everything she needed. " Miya " her grandma whispered with her eyes glassed with tears, as she pulled her hands wide open and ãdîrä wasted no time in rushing into her arms evoking her in a tight hug. With her hands still clutch tightly onto her grandma, " I knew you would be making my cookies, f*ck I miss my cookies " she whispered as she slowly disengaged the hug. Her grandma didn't want to leave her, her grandma gently placed a kiss on her forehead then on her both cheeks and her both knuckles, with her cheeks already stained with tears. " Grandma, I miss you so much " ãdîrä Muttered as she blessed the back of her grandma's Palms with kisses after wiping the tears on her cheeks. " I miss you too, moi amor " her grandma replied as she gently removed the cookie from the oven and placed it on the table at the kitchen. She picked up a piece and brought it closer to ãdîrä's lips, which was already drooling just by mere sight of the cookies. Ãdîrä slowly bit from the cookie and moaned, gawd it has been ages, since she last had home made cookies, specially made by her grandma or her mom..... She is actually a model and eating cookies is out of her dictionary but when it comes to her grandma's Cookies, Nobody alive can reject her grandma's Cookies. And that includes her. " How was your flight ?? " grandma asked as they made their way into the widely opened sitting room. " It was smooth as always, I was actually rushing home just for these cookies " she chuckled as they took their seat facing each other. Her grandma crossed her legs elegantly and smirked at what she had just said. " Com'on sweetheart, you know Grandma has eyes all around new York City and nothing passes her eyes " " Grandma, would you ever stop spying on me " she groaned with a pout on her lips. I visited them today, today actually Marked thirteen years they have been gone " she Muttered with her eyes gazing at the cookies on her thighs. " I miss them so much " she added as a tear dropped from her eyes down to the tray of cookies on her thighs. Her grandma quickly stood up from where she was seated and pulled ãdîrä up on her feet, after placing the cookies on a side table close by. She placed a long and lasting kiss on her forehead after wiping away her tears. " If tears could bring them back, trust me angel. We could have raised the whole dead Americans " her grandma muttered and she laughed dryly. " Please cheer up now, dîrä. Cassandra won't be happy to see her daughter in tears after returning to her hometown " her grandma continued consoling her. Ãdîrä slowly wiped away her tears, and sighed softly. Even by just thinking about them, she could feel their presence. Fuck !!!! WHY is it so hard to live without any of your parents, you could imagine the amazing thing they could have done if they were here with her. She sniffed softly then smiled as she nodded towards the staircase. " I will be up stairs, grandma. I need to freshen up and get some rest, I will be down for dinner " she Muttered as she took the stairs rushing towards her room. " dîrä...... " Her grandma called but she had already disappeared into the staircase. Her grandma sighed before sitting back on the couch with her eyes tightly shut as hot tears rolled down her eyes. She didn't even want to think about it, it has been thirteen solid years that she hasn't spoken or set eyes on her only son. She misses him day and night, she longs to have her daughter-in-law in the kitchen with her again. Crazy things they do whenever she comes visiting. " Oh, dear God. Give me the strength to console my granddaughter even if it's just little, she's hurt every single day " she whispered under her breath with her eyes still tightly shut. * * Ãdîrä burst into her room, slamming the door shut behind her and fell heavily on the bed, bursting into sober, crying bitterly. This is what happens to her every year of her parents remembrance, she's always broken and weak. She suddenly flipped on her back when she noticed she wasn't breathing properly. She actually forgot that she easily gets short of breaths, just by laying on her face covered on the pillow, she could not inhale or exhale. ~ After sobbing and wailing for about an hour, she slowly walked into her bathroom and stared at her puffy eyes, scattered hair and trembling lips. " This is not how a Mrs D is meant to look " she groaned as she took two wipes and wiped some syringes of tears from her cheeks. She dashed back into the room, peeled off her clothes and walked back into the bathroom, into the shower. ~ After taking her bath, she walked back into the chamber with a comfy blue towel tied around her chest and her red glittering hair glued to her face and neck like magnets. She sat close to her mirror sets, blew her hair dry then applied hair food on it, before tying it up to a high ponytail. She settled for a pink lingerie, very short and revealing then she covered it with a silky robe. Going down stairs she took the elevator, she was too heavy to climb down the stairs. " Good evening Miss dîrä, Mrs BRONTË had made it known that you have returned and will be taking over your inheritance tomorrow morning. There would be lots of press and media " her assistant said with her lips in line and her hair roughly fallen on her shoulders, she looked exhausted. " I knew the look on Bruce's face would be priceless, too bad I wouldn't be seeing it till tomorrow " she Muttered with a cold Grin on her face. "I have to get my steez together, prepare a flight for Roxanne from Vegas to New York City tonight " she added as she started moving towards the dining area. Roxanne is her makeup artist and also her friend, but there's always a wall between them because dîrä doesn't trust humans. " I need her here first thing tomorrow morning, Where's my grandma " she asked after entering the dining area and not finding her there. " She has gone to bed, miss dîrä. She said and I quote ' make sure dîrä eat before going to be ' " her assistant replied and she nodded softly before taking her seat on one of the dining chairs with her hands placed on the table as she waited for her dinner. Different maids poured out from the kitchen as they served different dishes on the table, dîrä stared at the meals on the table and her stomach crumbled in disgust. All of this would go to waste because these fools called maids always forget that she's a model and doesn't eat like pigs. " And who's going to eat all of these " she barked irritated as she slowly stood up from where she was seated, making all the maids halted from walking back into the kitchen and bowed their heads in respect. " I'm pretty sure, I'm not talking to deaf and dumbs " she hissed as she angrily slapped one of the maids standing in front of her. The rest of the maids moved back, trembling in fear with their whole body shaking. " Ma'am, ......it was Mrs BRONTË...... that told us.... to make all....of ..... these for you " one of the maids was brave enough to answer with her face dripping from sweat and her trembling fingers clinched tightly beside her. " Pack all of this before I lose it " she snapped with her teeth clinched tightly and her fist balled. She glared hatefully at them before storming towards the elevator after ordering her assistant to make her some fruit salad. These maids here need good training and she would be the best person to give them that. She burst into her chamber and removed her robe, hung it on the nightstand before sitting on her bed and brushing her fingers in her hair, removing the band that kept them in place. She would have gone to her grandma's chamber but she doesn't want to disturb her. She knew her grandma needed rest. After a while of scrolling through her phone, her assistant walked in and served her her fruit salad and she dug in almost immediately. Her assistant moved towards a wardrobe and brought out a pack of pills, she removed a piece and placed it on dîrã's Palm and ãdîrä tossed it down her throat and swallowed it in one gulp. " The doctor said, it can make you sleep for five hours " her assistant muttered and she nodded before laying properly on her bed after eating her fruit salad. " Good night ma'am " her assistant whispered before walking out of the chamber shutting the door behind her. Dîrä stared into space with her mind blank as she doesn't have anything to think about. Finally back home, now it's time to leave life to the fullest. It's time to dig out the people who shot them that faithful day, who were the cause of her parents Demise. She tossed and turned a couple of times before she was finally arrested by sleep....... ★ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ༆ 𝑻𝑩𝑪 ༆