Chapter Two

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"Being strong doesn't mean you have to fight the battle. True strength is being adult enough to walk away from the nonsense with your head held high..."


"Remember call me, I will stay close," Kieran narrowed his eyes towards me; demanding me to phone him when the shit hits the fan which it always does.


My anxiety grew within me as I tried to keep my breathing steady, Kieran was one of the few people I could let my cold exterior down around as I turned my phone on silent, ignoring all my important emails being delivered to my work mobile.


So caught up in my own thoughts I never noticed Keiran getting out the car to open my door before his hand was in front of my face, a smirk on his gorgeous face at catching me off guard.


"I need a coffee," I mumbled softly as I pushed myself out the car, fixing my dress to smooth the wrinkles, that was the last thing I needed with a mother like mine.


"You seriously have an addiction Sapphire," he chuckled softly, his eyes lightening a shade as he laced his hand through mine, guiding me to the mansion where I spent my childhood, the mansion I hated with a passion. Not as much as the people inside.


My steps were slow as I fought the urge to run back to the car, my bottle of wine was already being chilled in my fridge awaiting my return. There was not one occasion where dinner with my parents hasn't turned into a full blown argument.


It got to the stage my brothers always refused to come always making excuses up or magically being in another country all of a sudden. Some brothers leaving me to the wolfs but I couldn't blame them if I could of spewed out constant lies like them I sure as hell wouldn't be patiently waiting at the door of the mansion. Not aloud to walk into my childhood home without chapping.


"For the love of god what took you so long?" my mothers irritating voice made my hand tighten in Kierans as he shot me a sympathetic look. He hated the woman just as much as I did, maybe even slightly more considering he couldn't get away from her, being there was his job.


"I am no later than the time my father give my assistant," I replied coldly as her eyes done a once over of my outfit, an un-amused look on her face the full time as I held in my nasty comments about the recent work her plastic surgeon had done.


"Leave," my mother shot at Kieran as he held his hands up in defense before all but running back to the car, in a hurry to get away from the horrid woman.


"How rude of you mother," I smiled politely as my hand twitched to strangle the disgrace of a woman.


"We have guests, lets not ruin their night with our unkept staff," she spoke harshly before turning her back on me, stalking into the house as I trailed behind her, holding in the curse words that were desperate to spill out.


The house was the same as always, cold. The marble floors and white walls didn't do much to make it feel homely. The massive rooms with tall ceilings making it hard to get the right temperature throughout the full house.


Lets not forget the multiple pictures of my brothers that hung proudly on the walls; their pride and joy.


For being a women my mother was a sexist pig, never in her wildest dreams did she ever think I would do anything remotely useful with my life. She even had plans to set up a small account which she would put money into every month because she told me I would never have a job.


Now though I had more money than my parents, the thought of the money pouring out my pockets all of a sudden made me their favorite child. The child they liked to flaunt in front of their rich friends.


"Don't you dare make a scene tonight young lady," my mother warned as she shot a glare in my direction as I matched it with my own; her face growing red in frustration and anger as I no longer submitted to her every command.


A few years ago I would of done whatever my parents told me, I worshiped the ground they both walked on. My chubby little body would always find its way to the kitchen to bake cakes for my parents, my loving heart would break every time they refused to touch them. I wasn't that attractive or strong back then. I was fat and shy.


Now I replaced my elastic trousers for fitted dresses, my sneakers turning into heals, my knotted hair turning into luscious waves, my pimpled face clearing up to a perfect complexion. My shyness? Gone.


That girl no longer existed and she sure as hell wasn't coming back to be walked all over again.


I didn't bother to ask why she was giving me a warning, it was inevitable that I was going to argue with my father again. I don't even know why I was invited to these horrid things. The posh food didn't appeal to me, pizza and a bottle of wine would of done me perfectly fine.


"There she is!" my fathers proud voiced boomed through the dinning room as my mother opened the door wide for us to walk in.


My heels stopped along the marble floor, my breath catching in my throat as my heart painfully squeezed within my chest as my eyes landed on him.


He looked the exact same as the last time I saw him many years ago, his body slightly more built, the sparkle in his eyes gone leaving darkness behind, slight stubble along his perfectly defined jaw. He was a man now, no longer the boy I fell in love with as a silly teenager.


The painfulness in my chest vanishing as I spotted her beside him like a smug prostitute. Her chest pouring out the top of her blood red dress and I could only imagine how short the thing must be. Her arm tightly wrapped around his tensed bicep as she sent a fake smile in my direction. A smile that I wanted to punch of her smug little face.


"Have a seat love," my father spoke sweetly as I sent him a small glare, how could he do this to me? He knew what the pair of them done to me when I was younger. How they both broke me, my boyfriend and my best friend.


I ignored his burning stare as I moved my body to the chair placed directly in front of him, how convenient; not. I felt his eyes run down my body like they used to always do; even when I carried a little weight he would always tell me how much he loved my body; how he couldn't wait to have it.


I felt smug as Sasha sent me a discrete glare across the table, her body pushing closer to his as he immediately tensed to her touch.


"Darien," his name left my lips smoothly as his cold eyes continued to evaluate me, confusion passing through his expression before he quickly covered it up with a glare.


"Sapphire," his voice was harder than I remembered, rougher, manlier. My body clenching with need as my name rolled of his tongue. No matter how many years it had been I couldn't get over the god of a man.


"Sasha," I glared softly at her before taking a small sip from my glass of wine, careful not to make myself look like a fool.


I didn't know how much I could take with his constant stares, his eyes full of hatred as I fought to keep myself composed, to stop the tears from coming. We hadn't spoke since the incident and I really never wanted to speak to him again.


"How is work Sapphire," my father interrupted our tense moment as I instantly made eye contact with the man I despised.


"Business is good father," I spoke calmly, my voice loud and clear as Sasha and Darien continued to stare at me in confusion.


I was a different person.


"How are the shares," I fought to roll my eyes at the man. No "hello love how are you," just "hows the money," the man never cared about me though, everyone close to the family knew it, the press thought I was the apple of his eye but they were painstakingly wrong.


"Up 5 million over the weekend, still rising as we speak. Our quarterly profits tripled since last quarter," I recited in a bored tone as I found a new interest in my freshly painted nails.


I refused to look at them throughout the full dinner, I refused to make a scene to make me look like the bad one. Their cold looks and glares towards me was enough for my fists to stay permanently clenched beneath the table.


"So Sapphire when did you get thin?" Sasha smiled sweetly at me as my mother smiled adoringly at her, such a naive women.


"Probably about the same time you got that nose job," I replied calmly, my voice sweet as she gaped at me in shock and anger, her cheeks turning pink in embarrassment.


"Sapphire!" my mother scolded as I rolled my eyes at her side choosing. Still refusing to look at he who shall not be named.


"My apologies for my rudeness I just couldn't help but notice how pointy he made it, does that not hurt when you kiss her?" I questioned innocently as I made eye contact with a baffled looking Darien, frown lines on his forehead as his eyes penetrated into my soul.


"How dare you!" Sasha gasped as her hand flew to her nose, feeling to tip to feel how pointy it was even though I was joking the full time. I didn't notice anything different about her nose but now she basically admitted to plastic surgery.


"Its fine, a lot of girls in the modeling industry have plastic surgeons on speed dial," my voice remained polite the full time. A trait I had mastered from many meetings with arrogant men.


"I guess you would know being a low class model," Sasha shrieked back at me, her face scrunching up as I tried my hardest not to laugh at her.


"Really?" I mocked lightly, raising my eye brow at her in amusement as she stumbled over her comeback.


"Who the hell would want to hire you!" her voice rose as the she slammed her hand down on the dining table forcefully.


Without answering I pulled my phone from my bag, taking it off silent as I placed it on loud. Smirking at the constant beeping as hundreds of emails came flying in.


"Sapphire!" my fathers voice echoed through the dining room as Sasha flinched back from his tone.


"What?" I growled lowly, my eyes glued to my ex best friend.


"That is no way to treat guests!" my father scolded as I sighed slightly, he was right. I couldn't let my anger get the better of me. I was mature now.


"You probably cheated the system," Sasha snorted unattractively as I stared blankly at her.


"You would know all about cheating wouldn't you," I smirked mockingly despite the pain within my chest.


"You're the expert at it, you tell us," Dariens husky voice cut in as my breathing nearly stopped. How could he say such a thing to me.


"Sapphire," my mother warned as I closed my mouth quickly, guilt flashing through his eyes for a quick second before he returned his hard glare at me.


I didn't speak through the rest of the evening, keeping myself occupied with my emails on my phone and pacing myself with the wine. The last thing I needed was to be drunk around these people. Being in a shark tank would of been more pleasant than having to endure their company.


"So when is the wedding?" my mothers curious voice had me stopping mid email, my eyes instantly landing on Sashas hand where a large diamond ring sat on her marriage finger.


"Oh about 3 month, we want to be married before the baby comes," she smiled, her hand instantly resting on her belly as I cursed myself for being so blind. How the hell could I of missed the massive rock or the bump forming under her tight dress.


I couldn't take anymore as my eyes landed on Darien once again, a smug expression on his face as if he was enjoying the pain etched all over my face.


It wasn't supposed to be her, she had replaced me in his life, in his dreams.


"Excuse me," I mumbled as I pushed myself up from the chair, placing my glass of wine onto the table as I gathered my belongings.


"Leaving so early?" my mother spoke disapprovingly.


"Considering I would rather jump into a tank of sharks covered in blood than sit with you people I think I have stayed as long as I can physically endure," I smiled politely as her gasp filled the silent room.


"As for you Sasha, I refuse to sit and have a bitch fight with you like a pair of 12 year old girls in the playground. We are both adults and should act like it. It is unfortunate you didn't get taught manners when growing up but I suggest you respect me and my career because believe me honey when I walk down the walkway for Victoria Secret your petty little jealousy of my career will never be on my mind. My weight loss was due to sever depression whereas your nose job was due to insecurities and fakery. As for cheating regarding my job or life in any way I have never cheated in my life, it isn't who I am and if you think otherwise you learned nothing from being my friend," I growled through clenched teeth as her frightened eyes looked at me.


"And Darien, your mother would be turning in her grave at your choice of bride," I spat as his hands clenched into fists. He knew as well as I did his mother had always hated Sasha.


"You know nothing Sapphire," Darien growled, his voice hard as the glass in his hand smashed into small pieces sending shards everywhere.


I involuntary made a step forward to help him, to fix his cut hand as my heart clenched.


I couldn't do this, I couldn't go through the pain all over again. Their life was even more painful than their betrayal.


"That pain is nowhere near what you caused me," I whispered softly before exiting the room, not wanting anyone to see the first and only tear in years fall from my eye. The tear I refused to give the man ever again.


How could my parents do that to me?


"Kieran, come get me," I cried into the phone as I ran from the house.








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