𝐄𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 has only known one thing for a decade-revenge. She's been quiet so long that others have mistaken it for a weakness. But it's her beginning of revenge. No one is going to get in her way, not even him.
For years, they've seen her as a...
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Change can be beautiful, but it can also leave you with scars at the same time. Life has shown me that eventually the beautiful will show you its destructive side.
This change left me with a choice. To get through with the promise I made to myself or run away and start a new life somewhere.
So I made my choice. Maybe it wasn't the best choice I could have made on the spot, but I wouldn't turn it all around, not when I'm so near it.
In the end, I stayed and started my plan from absolutely nothing to almost everything. Almost.
I had what most of everyone wanted. Being secured for life. But that didn't satisfy my urges for revenge, not one bit. They think just because I have money and power; I grew up with a silver spoon in my mouth. They couldn't be more wrong.
Thinking that I had it easy was something I had to listen to every day.
We all wear scars, but not all of them have a similar story behind them. With time and strength, I made sure that the scars weren't what controlled me. And after a while, I succeeded.
Some might say my life started turning into a routine. Maybe. Maybe not.
"You're doing it again," a voice taunted her, bring in her back to the present.
"And what is that?" I glanced at her.
"The thing you do. When you get into your thoughts and all that shit. You're doing it again," my friend, Robyn, said with a smirk.
"Robyn?" I got a hum from her, acknowledging she heard me. "Fuck off."
"You wish," I heard a scoff from her. "even if I did, who would you have left? No one. You need me, bitch, you're just too afraid to admit it." Robyn said, with a smirk on her red-painted lips.
"I think you forgot that I have a cat that I would rather choose if there was an idiot robbing us."
"I'm sorry that you can't see what a devil your cat is," she faked sadness in her voice.
"A monster would be more suitable," a low mumble came from her mouth until she glared at me. "Did you just say you would choose that rascal over me?! Your only amiga?!" [Translation: friend]
"I mean she doesn't talk my ear off all day,"
"Yeah, but at least I can flush my own shit," she crossed her arms in front of her chest.
I just shook my head, ignoring what she said.
"So, where did you disappear last night?" I picked up my coffee to hide my smirk.
The question brought a smirk to Robyn's lips. "I don't know what you mean", she answered back, playing me as if I didn't see her sneak out of the club yesterday.
"Don't play me, Robyn Jade." I gave her a fake disapproving look. "The guy you were fawning over last night was still on the dancing floor when you sneaked off to hell knows where."
