MISS CLASSIC 🥵🥵 she's mine 🥵🥵

💄💄MISS CLASSIC 💎💎 🥵. 🥵 She's mine 🥵🥵

💄💄MISS

CLASSIC 💎💎

🥵🥵 She's mine 🥵🥵

THEME : BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE 🥀

~hïs sassy girl 💎~

Written by: Rejoice Library PL.

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💎💎 3~4 🥵🥵

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👥 OMG!!!!!

👥 I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M LOOKING AT THE FAMOUS MISS CLASSIC IN PERSON. SHE'S SO BEAUTIFUL!!!!

👥 OH MY GAWD!!!! THIS IS GONNA BE ON MY i********: PAGE FOR SURE!!!!!!!

👥 I HEARD SHE'S ACTUALLY THE DAUGHTER OF LORENZO BRONTË!!!!!!

👥 AHHHHHH, I FEEL LIKE DYING. WE LOVE YOU SO MUCH MISS GLAMOROUS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

👥 DAMN I LOVE HER SHOES, THEY ARE JUST LIKE HER NAME 'CLASSIC'

👥 HAVE YOU SEEN HER SUIT, IT KILLING!!!!!!, FITS HER PERFECTLY!!

👥 f**k!!!!, PURPLE IS NOW MY BEST COLOR. THEY LOOK SO PERFECT ON HER.

👥 COM'ON GUYS LET MAKE OUR QUEEN'S DAY. CLASSIC!!!!!!!

👥 CLASSIC, CLASSIC, CLASSIC, CLASSIC !!!!!!!!!!!!

The crowds continued chanting loudly as the door of a white flashing limo was flung open and purple hills emerged from the car.

The crowds roared with screams and clapping when a feminine figure emerged from the car.

She stood with her full grace as she flashed a glass smile to the media and her fans.

Waving and blowing kisses at them.

After waving at them, she turned towards the entrance of the BRUVZE fashion empire and walked into the building with her bodyguards and her assistant trailing behind her.

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Walking into the building, they wasted no time in walking into the conference room.

The meeting began about two hours ago,

well!!!!!

Dîrä isn't someone who likes following rules and regulations or obligating to anything that won't let her do her thing.

Getting to the door of the conference room, her and her assistant walked in. leaving the guards at the doorstep.

She walked gracefully into the conference room and sat on the chair at the head of the table, leaning into the chair and crossed her thighs together.

" Why are you all staring at me like you haven't seen a woman before " she asked with a sinister grin on the side of her lips .

" Well, we didn't expect Lorenzo's daughter to be this young " One of the aged officials said and the others agreed with a nod.

" Well, I don't actually give a damn about what you guys think. I'm here to make this work and if you know, you can't have me as your leader, you might as well sell your own shares of the firm to me and f**k off " she blurt to them, swinging on the chair with her ponytail bouncing.

"What do you take us for, young lady. do you think we are here for jokes. Please take that foolish and childish ass off that chair, if you don't know what you are meant to do " another official named Mr Bruno Granadas snapped at her.

Her eyes darkened as she stared coldly at the old bag of bones that had the guts to speak to her in such a tone.

She suddenly stood up from her seat and chuckled Darkly at them.

She moved closer to Mr Bruno Granadas and sat on the table close to him.

" Mr Bruno Granada, a very thick and cunning man. The owner of the sage club, where s*x slaves are auctioned for the highest bidders. How would the public like the news of how you have sold your brother's daughter " she whispered the last part for only his hearing and he turned pale almost immediately.

" So, I will advise you to stay put. And following my orders, hmm " she patted his shoulder before walking back to her seat and sat on it elegantly.

" What makes you think, you are the right person for the position you are sitting on " a familiar voice asked from beside her, and she chuckled softly before her gaze shifted to the owner of the voice.

" Hello, uncle Bruce or should a say failing Bruce " she remote and brace slapped his hands on the table, making some of the official shivers.

" Bruce, do you remember you have been stripped of your powers on this firm. So, I'm still confused as to what you are doing in the business meeting " she Muttered with her glares shooting daggers at him.

" You don't have that right to talk to me like that, ãdîrä. I watched you grow, I'm like your father's brother_ " he was saying but ãdîrä cut in.

" But you are not and will never be his brother " she snapped with her eyes glowing with rage.

" You__" he stared at her with so much hatred for about a minute before storming out of the conference room.

" Now, who would like to leave with him " she asked as she fiercely glared at each and everyone of the official at the hall.

with their heads down, nobody stood to leave nor did anyone say anything to object.

" Good, now let's get down with business " she said, her assistant dropped some files on the table in front of her and she signed on them.

After signing them she passed it to her assistant, who gave them to all the officials to sign.

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" I just don't know what that little witch thinks of herself, her father is long Dead and this firm belongs to me. I really want to sell this firm to you Mr Damian but I think everything is out of my hands now " Bruce sat in his office with his eyes raged with frustration as he stared at the man seated in front of him.

" I don't care about that, Bruce. I had paid 200 million US dollars for this company and you are telling me there's nothing you can do about that ??? " He laughed sinisterly with his eyes closed.

" Send one of your beautiful daughters to my hotel room tonight, I will take care of that little b*tch myself, your stupid daughter should not keep me waiting for too long " he said after laughing and grinning for a while.

Mr Damian stood up on his feet, dusted his jacket before storming out of the office with his head high with ego.

"f**k!!!!” Bruce cursed under his breath as he raked his fingers through his roughly scattered hair.

" The fool was actually calling the money like I still remember how that money ended, hmm now Cassie will have to get something from Mr Damian else we would be doomed "

“ Your days alive are numbered, ãdîrä BRONTË. And I'm watching the calendar for ya ” he smirked sinisterly as he stared into space.

He picked his phone from the table and placed a call towards someone.

“ Cassie, you are expected to be at the hotel room with Mr Damian tonight. Make sure to be there, no excuse ” he said with his tone harsh and commanding before putting the phone down without letting her reply or speak.

He scoffed under his breath when the face of that green b***h came to his mind.

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Ãdîrä had stepped out of the conference room with her assistant explaining her daily schedule and her body guards trailing behind her as they made their way towards her supposed office.

She was actually seeing where she was walking to but suddenly someone walked into her space and boomed into her purposely, aiming maliciously hissed from her.

She glared fiercely at the dog, who had the guts to boom into her.

like seriously!!!!

After Settling back on her feet, she wasted no time in delivering a resounding slap across the face of the man standing in front of her aiming a shocking gasped from some of the workers and her assistant.

“ Are you stupid ” she snapped with her eyes flashed open in rage at the man standing in front of her.

Damian's eyes flashed in fury as they stared at the stupid little girl standing in front of him.

Who had the damn gods to lay her little hands on him.

He has never been this disgraced in his thirty years of living, she will pay for this and he will make sure of that.

She must be the ãdîrä, Bruce was talking ABOUT

what a sassy spoiled brat !!!!

He will not only strip her off the firm but he will as well make her hopeless and pray for death.

“ Are you daft, or have you lost your sense of hearing. Let this be the first and last time you cross paths with me, the next time I won't be so nice ” she hissed irritated before walking past the shocking Damian, who stood like a sculpture staring at her.

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Ãdîrä pushed open the familiar door of the office, a wave of nostalgia washed over her, carrying the whispers of memories long past.

As she stepped into the office, her eyes scanned the room as if drinking in the ghosts of her childhood.

The same Italian glass desk, polished to a warm sheen, stood sentinel beneath the window, where sunlight still danced through the blinds, casting a rhythmic pattern on the floor.

The scent of old books and leather wafted up, transporting her back to a time when life was simpler.

Her gaze wandered to the chair behind the desk, where her father's absence seemed to reverberate through every molecule of air.

The weight of his legacy settled upon her shoulders as she approached the space that had been his domain for so long.

Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as the memories came flooding back – laughter, tears, and countless moments of guidance and love.

The room, once a hub of activity and warmth, now seemed to hold its breath in anticipation of her return.

The silence was almost palpable, punctuated only by the soft creak of the old wooden floorboards beneath her feet.

As she stood there, the tears she had held at bay for so long finally began to fall, streaming down her face like a river of remembrance, mourning, and ultimately, acceptance.

She could still remember when she ran through that same door into this office and into her father's arms.

But surprisingly time has passed away and she was only left with the memories of the past.

Her father was her mentor and teacher, she had wanted to be successful just like him but even if she is now successful.

The pain of not having him here to see her success kills her time and time again.

“ God, I miss you so much. Father ” she cried harder as she took her seat on the chair that once belonged to her father.

She placed her hand on the table and took a picture of her parents seated on the table.

Her mom had one of those rare smiles on her lips and her father had his hands wrapped around her waist in a protective way.

They're the happiest couples in town, the free minded people, very cheerful and kind.

Who would have such a wicked heart to take the lives of such Good people.

“ Miss D_ ” her assistant burst into the office was saying but halted when she noticed the intense moment.

She closed the door behind her and walked properly into the office.

“ Some people might think you are the most heartless person alive not knowing this heartless girl sitting here is the sweetest person ever ” her assistant muttered and she laughed softly.

“ Stop pulling my legs, Hellen. So what up ” she replied, wiping off the tears from her eyes with her white hanky.

“ You are having a dinner meeting with the former president of South America tomorrow evening but today everything is settled for you, you will just start tomorrow ” Hellen addressed as she read some documents.

“ Hmm, what do you think the old man might want from me ” she asked no one in particular.

“ So there's nothing to do today, maybe tomorrow. Find me the nearest private club around here ” she Muttered as she stood up from where she was seated and moved towards the exit of the office.

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“ Mr Gonzalez ” Mrs BRONTË was spotted inside a private restaurant as she hugged and pecked a man in his late 50s in the restaurant.

The man hugged her affectionately, like he was hugging his mother.

" Why don't we sit, my son. My waist is already hurting me " Mrs BRONTË Muttered dramatically as she moved towards a vacant seat and sat on it while Mr Gonzalez sat in front of her.

“ How have you been doing, Mom ” Mr Gonzalez asked as his hands found their way and wrapped around hers.

" Well as you can see, I have been kicking. How have you been, and how's my darling Adrian ” Mrs BRONTË replied and the man's face deepened with frown, when he was reminded about his son.

“ Well, I don't know where that fool had disappeared. I haven't seen him in town, maybe he went on a business trip ” he groaned at the last conversation they had together, which didn't go well.

“ We have to break the News to them on her birthday, I want to make it official. That's my son's last wish and I must fulfill it ” Mrs BRONTË said as she took a quick sip from the wine in front of her.

“ I'm so happy that she's finally back and well, I'm so glad she wasn't involved in what happened that day ” Mr Gonzalez voice was low and sad when he said that.

" Let's forget about the sorrows of the past, how's that bitchy woman yours ” Mrs BRONTË asked as she grin mockery.

“ Com'on, Mom. I had to marry her, you knew that ” Mr Gonzalez whined and Mrs BRONTË burst into laughter, laughing loudly.

“ Well it's all a crazy and youthful past, you guys were actually headaches then ” Mrs BRONTË said within her laughter.

Mr Gonzalez smirked freaky, staring at Mrs BRONTË, who had reddened all because of her laughter.

“ I booked a meeting with ãdîrä, what do you think about that. I just want to see her after 15 long years ” Mr Gonzalez asked and Mrs BRONTË gently composed her laughter and smiled at him.

“ That's okay, just make an offer to work with the BRUVZE fashion empire even if you have the largest share of the company. Let's just create a lead on how they would be getting to know each other ” Mrs BRONTË said and Mr Gonzalez nodded in understanding.

“ Raymond, call the waitress. I need something to eat ” Mrs BRONTË Muttered and Mr Gonzalez clapped his Palms together and four waitresses rushed to their table to take their orders.

“ I could still remember when Lorenzo and I had this clash and we weren't talking to each other for weeks. Suddenly he appeared in my front door one morning and pouched me across the face, he said we should fight it all out. We fought that morning like mad men, I still missed him like for ever. He's my best friend but I don't think he took me like his ” his face turned sour when he thought about Lorenzo picking Bruce over him.

“ You will always be his best friend, tell me why he wants his daughter to marry your son. If it's not for your friendship never to end, he might be gone but he resides in our hearts. Everything has a reason it happened ” Mrs BRONTË Muttered and Mr Gonzalez smiled in total understanding.

“ Ain't you going to make her arrival Grand, let's throw a party on her name. A party that will shake the whole of New York City, telling them their queen is back ” Mr Gonzalez suddenly suggested and Mrs BRONTË grin widely as she thought of the idea.

“ She would surely love that, and we can introduce them to each other ” Mrs BRONTË squealed happily, making Mr Gonzalez chuckle softly.

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