Writer's POV"Hey y'all! This is pure imagination. Dive in and enjoy the chaos…"
The morning light shimmered on the walls of a grand mansion — a billionaire's dream home, built with billions of Dillira, the rarest currency in their world.
(Note: Dillira is the world's most valuable currency.)
Inside this palace — where even presidents lived — one room stood out.
In a luxurious marble bath, a girl in her early twenties lounged lazily.The water glistened against her flawless skin as she soaked without a care.She was Elena Lovette Holande, the last daughter of Mr. Smith Holande, president of one of the Three Counties.
Spoiled? Beyond belief.Loved? Not quite.
In a house full of power and politics, she was ignored.Her birth brought the death of her mother — Mrs. Elands Lovette, the president's most adored wife.
From the day Elena was born, her life was cursed with whispers:
"She killed her own mother.""She's the cursed child.""Useless girl, born to waste our money."
And Elena?She responded by spending more. Shopping. Traveling. Being reckless.
"If no one cares, then let me live like they do!"That was her motto.
But here's what they didn't know: Elena wasn't just spoiled.She was observant. Angry. And deeply lonely.
Her yawn echoed as she stepped out of the tub.Wrapped in a fluffy towel, she dragged herself to the bed and slammed down onto it.
"Mmm-aah…" she sighed, scrolling through chats with fake friends.
Suddenly—
Knock knock.
"Miss Elena, the President is calling you."
She froze. Eyes wide.Her heart skipped. Her breath caught.
Why now?
Wasn't he… her father?
💥 TO BE CONTINUED…