BILLIONAIRE'S REVENGE

Chapter 1💔2: The Bittersweet Homecoming ~~Arianna Fernandez~~ As I wrapped up the latest photo shoot, the studio buzzing with energy and creativity, I couldn't help but feel a rush of exhilaration coursing through my veins. The photographer's instructions echoed in my ears as I shifted from one pose to the next, each movement flowing seamlessly into the next. "Move to the side, Arianna," the photographer called out, his voice laced with a hint of urgency as he adjusted the lighting for the perfect shot. "f**k, sexy," one of the makeup artists murmured, her hands working deftly to enhance my features with just the right amount of drama and allure. "Let's try another style," the stylist suggested, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she draped yet another stunning ensemble over my frame, each fabric whispering tales of glamor and sophistication. With a practiced ease, I adjusted my posture, a smile playing at the corners of my lips as I gazed into the camera's lens. With each click, I felt a surge of confidence wash over me, my every movement a testament to years of dedication and hard work in the industry. After two exhilarating hours of capturing the essence of beauty and elegance, the session finally came to an end. "Nice shot, Arianna," my director Nathan praised, his words a welcome affirmation of my talent and skill. With a satisfied smile, I made my way to the changing room, the click of my heels against the floors a soothing music to my ears. As I slipped into my signature black gown, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride swell within me. My name is Arianna Fernandez, the offspring of the illustrious Doctor Olivia Fernandez and the esteemed Tech designer Vitorio Fernandez. Born into a world of wealth and privilege, I had carved out a name for myself as the most sought-after model and actressvin the industry, my face gracing the covers of magazines and billboards around the world. But today was not just another day in the life of a supermodel. Today was a day of celebration, of reunions, and of love. Today, my beloved sister Brianna was returning home after a year-long journey to Souel for a brain surgery, and I couldn't wait to wrap her in a tight embrace. And then there was him—the man who had captured my heart seven years ago and had never let go. With him returning home from a business trip, my heart raced with anticipation at the thought of being reunited once again. As I made my way outside, the warm embrace of the Barcelona air enveloping me, I ignored the greetings and well-wishes from passersby. With a sense of purpose driving me forward, I slipped behind the wheel of my brand-new Rolls Royce, ready to embrace the joy, the laughter, and the endless possibilities that awaited me at home. As I arrived home, the grandeur of our mansion loomed before me, a testament to the wealth and opulence that defined my family's legacy. The sprawling estate stood majestically against the backdrop of the Barcelona skyline, its towering pillars and intricate façade exuding an air of grandiosity that was unmistakable. Inside, I found my mother already bustling around the cavernous kitchen, her excitement palpable in the spacious surroundings. Her smile seemed to illuminate the room, casting a warm glow over the marble countertops and gleaming appliances. Despite the vastness of our home, her presence filled every corner with a sense of warmth and hospitality. "Hey, Mom," I greeted, making my way towards her and enveloping her in a hug that felt small in comparison to the expanse of the room. She returned the embrace with a side hug, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Go take a shower, your sister will be here any minute now," she said, her voice echoing against the high ceilings. With a nod, I made my way upstairs, marveling at the sheer size of our mansion as I ascended the grand staircase. Each step seemed to lead me further into luxury and extravagance, the plush carpeting and ornate chandeliers adding to the sense of grandeur that permeated every inch of our home. After indulging in a long, relaxing shower in one of the many spacious bathrooms, I descended the staircase once more, taking in the sight of my father already home, his imposing figure standing stoically in the expansive foyer. His eyes were fixed on the door, eagerly awaiting my sister's arrival, a sight that spoke volumes about the depth of his love for his family. And then, as if on cue, the door swung open, and my sister's petite figure entered the room, her presence filling the vast expanse with a sense of joy and excitement. But my happiness quickly turned to confusion and hurt when I noticed the man I had loved for seven years standing beside her, their hands intertwined. My heart sank as I watched them, his eyes filled with a depth of love that I had never seen directed towards me. It felt as though my world was crumbling around me, the enormity of our mansion serving as a stark contrast to the emptiness I felt inside. As his gaze shifted to me, I couldn't help but feel a chill run down my spine. His eyes, once warm and tender, now held a coldness that sent shivers down my spine. I couldn't tear my eyes away from their interlocked hands, my mind reeling with confusion and hurt. "What's going on?" I whispered to myself, the words echoing off the marble walls of our mansion, a question that seemed to reverberate throughout the vast expanse of our home. "Sister!" I exclaimed, my heart soaring as Brianna rushed towards me, enveloping me in a tight embrace. In that moment, all the earlier thoughts and uncertainties vanished, replaced by the overwhelming joy of being reunited with my elder sister. Tears welled up in my eyes as I hugged her back just as tightly, feeling the weight of her absence lift from my shoulders. "I miss you," I whispered, my voice barely audible above the sound of our shared emotions. After our tearful reunion, I glanced over at Jayden, the man who had occupied my thoughts for years. He returned my gaze with a small nod, his expression unreadable. "Okay, okay, let's eat before the food gets cold," Bruanna declared, her voice breaking the tender moment. We all made our way to the grand dining table, the opulent surroundings serving as a stark reminder of our family's wealth and status. As we sat down to eat, I couldn't help but notice the happiness radiating from my parents as they doted on Brianna. The love in their eyes was palpable, a sharp contrast to the indifference I often felt from them. A pang of pain stabbed at my chest as I realized that their affection for me would never match the adoration they showered upon my sister. But I pushed the hurt aside, focusing instead on the happiness of the moment. Listening to Brianna chatting animatedly with our parents, I stole glances at Jayden, unable to suppress the smile that tugged at my lips. Despite knowing that his feelings for me were not reciprocated, I couldn't help but continue to love him, holding onto the hope that one day he might see me differently. "Mom, dad, Ana," Brianna's voice broke through my thoughts, pulling me back to the present. "Yes, love?" our parents replied in unison, their attention fully on her. "I have something to tell you," Brianna announced, her face beaming with happiness. My heart swelled with joy at her excitement, eager to hear her news. "What is it, Brianna ?" I asked, my own happiness mirroring hers. My sister had always been the center of my world, and I would do anything to see her smile. But as I looked into her eyes, I noticed a flicker of hatred clouding her expression. Before I could inquire further, she gave me a smirk, and a sense of fear settled over me. "It's alright," I reassured myself, though my curiosity gnawed at me. Something didn't feel right, but I pushed the feeling aside, unwilling to spoil the moment for my sister. And then, in a bombshell revelation, Briannadropped the news that would shatter my world into a million pieces. "Jay and I are getting married," she announced, her words hitting me like a ton of bricks. The fork slipped from my hand, clattering against the fine china as my eyes widened in shock. Brianna's gaze locked onto mine, and in that moment, I felt a surge of pain and betrayal wash over me. My chest tightened, and I struggled to draw breath as the room spun around me. The voices of my parents became muffled, distant echoes in the chaos of my mind. And then, as if to add insult to injury, Jayden did the unthinkable. He reached for Brianna's face, tearing her gaze away from me as he leaned in to kiss her, his lips devouring hers with an intensity that made my heart ache. The pieces of my shattered heart fell away, leaving behind a raw emptiness that consumed me from within. Tears streamed down my cheeks unchecked as I watched the scene unfold before me, feeling as though I were invisible, insignificant in the face of their love. "Mom, dad, I want to marry Brianna, and I hope you'll give us your blessing," Jayden declared, his smile a cruel twist of fate as he looked towards our parents for approval. I looked from Brianna to Jayden, the pain in my chest intensifying with each passing second. I couldn't bear to witness their happiness, not when it came at the cost of my own heartbreak. "How could you do this to me?" I whispered, my voice barely audible above the din of the room. Tears continued to fall unabated as I turned away from the table, unable to bear the sight of their betrayal any longer. BI ran through the stairs bumping into Archer one worthless servant and this caused my anger to intensify " what do you want now? get lost from my way" I screamed with anger and hatred lacing my voice "I'm so sorry" he replied and I saw what looks like pity in his eyes but who cares. "I stomped into my room shutting the door and crying remeniscing on the betrayal I just received TBC…