Well, well, well, look who stumbled upon my memoir. Allow me introduce myself properly: The name is Jessica Raye. I lost half of my family in a tragic fire, lived under a bridge and was bullied endlessly by the mean girls. But all that is in the past because I am a trillionaire now. I want to tell you and you alone my story. Consider yourself privileged, darling, because not just anyone gets a backstage pass to the drama-filled show that is my life. This book has found you for a reason. Or maybe fate has led you hear. So buckle up, sit back, grab some popcorn and relax as I tell you how I became a trillionaire, got revenge on my enemies and had the most eligible bachelors chasing me before the age of eighteen. Darling reader, you're about to embark on a journey that'll make your head spin faster than a merry-go-round. Hang on every word as I give you a glimpse into the extraordinary life of yours truly. You will either feel all-consuming adoration or blistering disdain for me. So, take your pick. Love me or loathe me!
View MoreChapter twenty nine: The senator's wayward son.That same week, I had another dinner with Senator Sanders. This time, he chose a cozy little Italian restaurant tucked away in a quiet corner of the city. He said he wanted to avoid the public eye because reporters had been following him everywhere.He sent a car to pick me up at my house and drop me at the location. I found myself at a dark alley and was so confused. I glanced around nervously, wondering if I had somehow ended up in the wrong place. "Oh my gosh, I don't wanna die," I thought, already freaking out. As I took hesitant steps forward, the sound of my heels echoed off the cobblestone pavement. I kept adjusting my black minidress. I clutched my purse tightly, half expecting a masked figure to leap out from the shadows at any moment.Just as panic threatened to consume me entirely, I spotted a faint glow emanating from the end of the alley. There was a discreet sign tucked away in a corner, barely visible in the dim light. It
Chapter twenty eight: True to his promise, Senator Sanders brought all hell loose on Xeto Technologies. And when the dust settled, I emerged victorious, clutching a hefty settlement of 10 million dollars and the sweet, sweet taste of justice. But the best part? I now had full copyright ownership of BrainBoost, the app that started it all. Guess who graduated high school swimming in money? Graduation day had arrived faster than I ever imagined; it practically hit me in the face like a tornado. It felt like yesterday when I was just starting freshman year with no school books and no uniform. I looked in the rear view mirror of my car and couldn't believe that the young lady looking back was actually me. As I adjusted my graduation cap, I couldn't help but marvel at the journey that had brought me to this moment. How on earth did I go from the girl whose house burned down to a millionaire and tech genius? Among the crowd, I spotted David, looking dashing as ever in his graduation att
Chapter twenty seven: Warmth on a cold rooftop Instead of going home, I went to the roof top of a building. I always went there to think whenever life got too hard. It was my favorite place in the world. But that day, I found someone was already there. A solitary figure stood silhouetted against the morning sky. I had a clear view of his back.“Do you come here to think too?” I asked.As if awoken from a dream, the man turned towards me in surprise. We both recognized each other at the same time. “You!” we exclaimed.It was Senators Sanders again. We had met once before on my first day working at Karnegie Country Club. I remember he gave me a tissue to clean my tears and comforted me. “Your name is Jessica, isn’t it?” He inquired."Yes, sir," I replied respectfully.“I'm gonna assume you know who I am?" he asked with a hint of amusement."I do, sir," I confirmed.“You’ve gotta stop with the ‘sir’ like I’m some old man. I’m only forty five years young. Call me senator,” he teased, fl
Chapter twenty six:I watched as the masked figure, the mysterious fighter who had intervened to save us from harm, slowly removed his mask, revealing the face beneath. As the fabric fell away, a gasp escaped my lips, as we beheld the identity of our unexpected savior. It was Scott. He greeted my mom and asked to speak with me. I followed him to a quiet corner and waited for him to talk. "Look, I know what I did was wrong. I should never have laid a hand on you. It was out of line, and I regret it more than you'll ever know. I let my temper get the best of me. There's no excuse for violence, especially towards someone I care about."He paused for a moment waiting for a reply but I didn't say anything. But Scott wasn't finished. He took a step closer, his movements slow and deliberate, as if he were approaching a wounded animal."I've been doing a lot of thinking since then, replaying the moment in my head over and over again. I understand if you never want to speak to me again but
Chapter twenty six(1): BloodhoundsLife sucked! As I walked back after my humiliating day at work, the birds chirping in the sky seemed to be talking to me. They were saying, "Jessica, your life freaking sucks." And they were right. The harder I worked, the more I hurt. Why the hell do I try anyways? These thoughts raced through my mind as I headed towards my mom's fruit shop.She appeared lost in her own thoughts, a tinge of sadness evident on her face. "Hey, best mom in the world," I greeted, attempting to lift her spirits despite my own struggles.She glanced up, her tired eyes softening at the sight of me. "Hey, sweetheart," she replied, mustering a faint smile. I reached out to help her with arranging the fruits on the display. She studied me for a moment. "Oh, baby," she sighed, her voice tinged with concern. "You don't have to pretend for me. I can see something's bothering you."I forced a half-hearted smile. "It's nothing, Mom. Just a rough day at work, you know how it is."
Chapter twenty five: Walking on hot coals On getting home, I fell face flat on my bed and screamed into my pillow. I was so conflicted because I felt guilty. Sure, Bernita wasn't exactly my closest friend, more like an acquaintance, but that didn't make what happened any less complicated. I mean, was it really against the girl code to have feelings for a boy who was previously in a relationship with a girl you know? And our meeting at the park – was it truly just a friendly rendezvous, not a date? Or was I trying to convince myself that I wasn't crossing any lines?There, I fell asleep, still wearing my clothes and shoes. I woke up the next morning to the ringing of a call blaring from my phone. My ringtone was my favorite song in the entire world. “I’m walking on sunshine, ooohhh. And don’t it feel good!!”"Walking on sunshine? More like screaming on burning hot coals," I grumbled groggily. I was not a morning person.“Who in their right mind calls at 7 am on a Saturday?" I said
Chapter twenty four: Bernita Drama The next day, I was just about to clock out of work when Bernita stormed in with indescribable fury. Her outfit was a clash of colors straight out of a fashion disaster, with hues of blue, pink, and red fighting for attention. Her hair was a tangled mess; strands were flying in all directions. Streaks of black mascara were dripping down her cheeks. Her makeup was totally smudged. Because I had distanced myself from my double life, I had been avoiding Bernita and hadn’t even seen her in weeks. I was tempted to run away but I just couldn’t in good conscience leave her in such a terrible condition. Could I turn a blind eye to her obvious distress?I hesitated for a moment because I really wasn’t in the mood to deal with any Bernita Drama. With a resigned sigh, I approached her cautiously. "Bernita, what's wrong? You look like you've been through a hurricane," I said, trying to mask my reluctance with concern.She shot me a venomous glare before unlea
Chapter twenty three: David versus Goliath.I continued walking, but he hurried after me. He raised his hand, and I instinctively flinched, thinking he was going to hit me again.“I was not going to hit you. I wanted to swat a mosquito that kept hovering around,” Scott explained."I'm not sure whether or not I believe him," I thought to myself, eyeing him cautiously. His hand was still raised against me.Out of nowhere, a hand held back Scott’s. "What the hell is going on here?" The deep voice demanded. I felt another airy rush of deja vu. It reminded of when David defended me from Penelope. And here he was, defending me once more from another bully.I stepped forward, trying to regain composure. “David, I can handle this. You don’t have to fight my battles for me.”He flashed me a quick genuine smile. “I know you can handle yourself. Just let me help you this one time.”“Hey, hey, who do you think you are? Mind you business, man!” Scott barked. His body tensed in a hint of aggressio
Chapter twenty two: The end of a love that never startedMany weeks after that night, Rachel would not stop disturbing me. “Won’t you tell me about your mystery man?” She asked over and over again. Her persistence was like a pesky mosquito buzzing in my ear, relentless and kinda irritating. No matter how many times I swatted her inquiries away, she kept coming back for more. I felt my patience wearing thinner than a strand of spaghetti. But I understood that she was just a caring best friend, always concerned about me."It's not that big of a deal," I repeated, hoping to deflect her curiosity like a pro. But Rachel was like a detective on a mission, refusing to let go of her interrogation tactics."But you sounded so excited last night. You seem different now," she prodded, her eyes narrowing in suspicion.I sighed.“Who is he and what did he do to you? If he broke your heart, he’ll have me to deal with," Rachel declared, her protective instincts kicking into high gear.I waved her of
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