Revenge Of The Billionaire's Heiress

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Keep your friends close and your enemies closer, not everyone has your best interest at heart....

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MAY 9TH, 2007

AMBER

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The morning sun pierced my face from the curtains and I groaned turning to the other side.

I sat upright and scratched my head. it was such a long night at the bar and I'm having a hangover. it's even worse than a migraine.

My eyes had dark circles around them. I quickly picked up the bottle of aspirin on my desk and gulped it down with a bottle of water I found on my desk too.

I picked up my laptop and searched the news for headlines.

*Myer's daughter Frolicking with a group of gangsters*

I scrolled through the comments and my eyes caught one.

*Probably feeling bad about her sad low life. who would've thought that the rich could also be a nuisance too*

I shook my head and read on. All I saw were demeaning comments but I didn't feel bad and neither did I cry. for what anyway? after all everyone knows not to trust things on the internet.

and besides that's not even the real news. but everyone could say anything to get noticed. people.

The door flew open and dad walked in with a tray of tea and muffins.

I quickly shut my laptop and threw it on the bed. I don't want him to see any of it. but I know he has already.

"Are you up?"

"Yeah" I said and took the tray from him "thanks for this dad"

"Hope you don't have a hangover?" he said and I stopped halfway through my burger and gulped.

"I..."

I couldn't finish the sentence

"You came back drunk and wasted. I quickly brought you to your room. you don't have to do this to yourself Amber. you're not the cause of your moth... "

"please dad" I cut him off "don't start please. I don't wanna talk about it."

"but it's been thirteen years already. you have to let go and move on."

"it would've been easier if I wasn't the cause of everything" I said sipping my tea.

"You're not only hurting yourself but others as well. because of this, my business is suffering badly. Do you think it's easy for me. I have to spend every second of my life cleaning up your mess. And I know that it's only a matter of time before I loose investors as well. I miss my daughter Amber." he sounded like someone who's about to cry. "the one who draws and makes me smile not this version of yourself" he said pointing at the walls of my room.

Ever since mom died, I changed.

not just a mere change or phase as you would call it. I completely changed.

I cut my hair, and changed my clothes. my room had posters of guy celebrities hanging on them. Instead of a normal teenage girl room, it was more of a guys room or a dark room just like dad calls it.

I was more of a tom boy. The only difference was that I had boobs hanging on my chest.

I pierced different parts of my body and hanged out with male friends instead of females. I don't even have friends to begin with so I hang with pretty much everyone who was just like me.

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"You better heal the wound that hurt you before you bleed on those who didn't cut you" he said before walking out of my room. I pondered on his words.

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I know dad had already seen everything on the internet but he loves me very much cause in his own words, I'm just like my mother and he loves her very much too.