The Billionaire's Daughter
Chapter 9: Hurt
A week after my birthday surprise, my parents arrived from their trip abroad. They had some party coordinators setup a party for me. Previously, the parties were only for my parent’s business partners and my mother’s political colleagues and close family friends. I was usually bored to death. There were times when I thought my ears were bleeding from so much political terms and current events discussions.
This year the coordinators made it more painful for me. They invited my teachers and schoolmates. To add insult to injury, I was not aware of the guest list and that the invitations were already distributed until the day of the celebration.
At the school Ladies’ Washroom, I overheard someone talking.
“Were you also invited to the Geek Queen’s party?”
“Yeah. Almost half of the school was invited.”
“The biggest hotel will be catering her party. That hotel takes almost a year to book. I wonder how the hell did they pull that party.”
“Heellooww! Her mother is a senator?! Her father is one of the richest people in the world?!”
“I know I know. What a way to rub it in our faces!”
“Who does she think she is! Inviting us to her party we’re not even friends with her.”
“Maybe she thinks we will like her now that she sent us some invitation.”
“I heard her mother’s fellow senators will be coming and so as her father’s business partners.”
“I bet billionaires and some celebrities will also be there.”
“That is the reason why my parents insisted that I go and attend. They said it will be a good start for my career.”
“That’s the exact thing my parents told me. Their family is very influential.”
“What? So you girls are thinking of attending her party?”
“I don’t have a choice. I am forced to.”
“That Saphira witch is getting bolder and bolder. I think that friend of hers is making her think she is more special now.”
her for trying to fit in now that she has a hunk of
you think they are doing
a slut so I think
“I just hate her.”
but cry upon hearing all their malicious words. I did not mean to pry but what could I do? If I went
that I will not be
year to go Saphira. I kept
“Saphira! Wait up!”
Franco. I thought you left for work already? I still need to do something at the library.” I did not look at him
cry? Your eyes and
think I’m
made me stop. He was getting annoyed at me again for
I hate it when you do that. What happened?
the library to
“I. . . “
tell me what happened, I swear I will pull all the hairs of the mean cheerleaders here until I find out who made
mean
we were at the library so he
heard a group of girls talking in the washroom. They were saying things about me and
“What party?”
party. It was supposed to be a surprise I guess
the invitation I heard a while ago. I’ve been hearing the word
thinks that I wanted them to come to my
“What made you cry?”
“I. . .”
you. You’re not
if they just say things about me but if it involves you. . . I just want to shout at
Silence.
His face was all red and funny. He was trying to keep himself from laughing