Chapter-1

Felicity pov:

" Ma'am, you are called to meet  the elder master immediately." An unpretentious yet shaky voice spoke out.

Oh! It was Lucius.

Yeah, I know the name sounds so aggressive and heroic. While the temperaments of this man rather insult the meaning of the name. But who am I to judge it? Not when my name portrays me or like that.

Felicity Arabella Quinns, a 17-year-old 'tomboyish' girl, likes to glue her nose with books all the time. Not that, I am a typical nerd or something. It's just that I favour books over humans. Civil bookology for me.

So, that's it, an unfit name for people like me. I reckoned if my parents were conscious enough when they named me some bizarre and unusual label.

"Lucius, you go and tell your elder master, I will be coming in a few minutes," I told him, more like I instructed him to do so. "Thank you, Madame Felicity!" He bowed 90 degrees as he courted out but his sudden halt on steps made me confront him. "Do you want to say something, Lucius"? I raised a brow at his hesitation, leaving him in sweats. 

The air conditioner is on and overall, it was winter season. Why the hell was he sweating in pools? " Nothing Madame. I am sorry to disturb you." He dashed out of my room in speed volts. 

'So, he indeed wanted to say something. Fool! He ran like I was going to swallow him.' I shrugged my thoughts out and went to my closet to be in proper attire. I guess you can't walk around in nightwear or only in my household. 

Believe me, we have some crazy house rules where it's written as compulsory to be informal and decent attire while you stay at the house. Ugh! And no, it's only beginning. 

To say, you may find many gorgeous and sophisticated gowns and cute floral dresses will be only my parents dream for me. Just because I am not a fan of those fancy gowns and dresses, it doesn't mean I don't wear them. But it's a rare sight to be seen.

Back to the closet, I only find a satisfactory attire to wear. Yoga pants and hoodie. I don't know why generally people wear shorts and tank tops while at home. But in my family, it's banned.

They said you have to be sophisticated and polished all the time, to avoid unnecessary embarrassment. Some Tiresome people, I know. Can't imagine I survived here so many years. It makes me question often, am I that easy to control or they just happened to hate my existence.

Whatever, I don't mind as long as they don't cross their limits and invade my life. Rude? maybe! But you can't say that unless you have seen my life.

I put on my outfit, mentally prepared for some lectures for attire too. Gosh! My life can't be any better. 

As I went downstairs, I scanned the halls and everyone's mood. Seeing their gloomy mood, it didn't take long for me to figure out the dungeon I was going to undergo. Soon, I was in front of the door, debating whether to knock or just be a rebellion for once and storm up in the room.

Okay! The rebellion was a joke. I ain't gonna do something like that. Nope, not until I decided to slaughter myself.

It's now or never, felicity. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. The entrance opened reflecting a wide room full of monuments and trophies. Posey! It's only the beginning. My parents are suckers for antiques and gold. The number of antiques they own is equal to…...ah...I don't know how much.

Never had been good at mathematics. 

I entered the room and walked to the study table where a man in his early fifties was confronting the window, My father, Albert Francisco Quinns. A man with high pride. The fact he was born with a gold spoon in his mouth and lucky fate is relatively widespread. After all, He was the heir of the Quinn clan. 

One of the most respected and reputed families of Italy. 

"I heard you called me. So, tell me what do you want to talk about? As it's rare to have you call me other than lectures!" I said. It was a bit harsh. 

Yeah, blame me for being harsh to your parents, when they think you are the most disgusting person on the planet.

Even if I try a thousand ways to be at their best, I always get the corner and the speeches. Like how I am still getting the cold, no emotion, wearying blue eyes staring at me. 

That's what made me furious.

Why? Why can't I get that loving gaze that every one implies? 

Being myself is not bad and I stopped being that person long ago when I knew It will still end up in vain. 

" I heard Mr Holland's daughter took over Holland's corps. And at the same time, she is finishing her finance and management course." He said eyes squinted, searching for what to say?

One thing I hated with passion through the years. 

Comparison.

Their Comparison. 

How much more time did they need to understand I am not Mr Holland's daughter? Not like that stuck up bitch, who shows elegance, grace and reckons of talents outside while what she is only to be something forgotten! 

"I know, Mr Holland quite likes to flaunt every single thing of his life in the media. So, it's not a great thing I guess." I shrugged, lost in the thought where the topic was raising. 

"Is that it? So, what are you planning to do with your so-called life? Disgrace and unfit character? The least you can do is to take over the Corp. But no, you are still fooling around. Will it make me earn money and respect in society?" He calmly told me, eyes now piercing with mine.

"I already told you, I have no interest in taking over your overly famous company. You can give it to my siblings happily cause it seems they have the eyes for the pie. But definitely, not me. And as much as your reputation, we both know that I don't introduce myself as your daughter or …...even in this family's member after that." I took a breath after finishing my speech, mists, eyes. 

I really can't do this anymore. They will never care for me. Even if I yell out in the crowd, they will just look away, acting like they don't know me.

Yes, that's me. Felicity Arabella Quinns, a girl who is broken. A girl whose heart can't ever be mended. A girl who has no right in this family except her so-called surname. 

I turned around, walking towards the door, and didn't care if they wanted me or not. I reached the doorknob when his words glued me with their spot.

"Remember, it was your fault. Then why are you pointing like it was our fault?  You were the person who did that, Felicity. Don't blame others for what you have done." His words stabbed like knives in the chest. "You are just a failure, Felicity. Just a Failure."  

That's it!

I opened the door and ran out, not wanting to know that. How can they be like this? How can they behave like they were never a part of that? 

Unlocking my room, I closed the door and just sat down there. I felt wet liquids in my cheeks like water. As much as I want to face myself and mirror, I can't. 

I can't!

I can't see myself crying over that again!

Why did that happen? Why? Why was it me?

Why in the whole damn world, was it me?

It hurts.

It fucking hurts. When you know you didn't want to do it, you have no choice either.

Sobs came out of my mouth uncontrollably. How much I wished I could stop. How much I wanted everyone to accept me for who I am.

I know what you mean

when you act like that,

But you don't know 

It's breaking my heart

Said that it was just never gonna happen

Then almost kissed me in the dark. 

I stared at my phone screen, eyes puffed with cryings. It was ringing with the familiar ringtone I loved. 

Every time we talk

It just hurts so bad

Cause I don't even know what

We are….

I picked my phone and checked who it was, but unfortunately, it hung up. A notification came up after that. 

Tiffany: You there?

Oh! It was Tiffany, my friend. The only girlfriend I got with my tomboy personality.  Tiffany was a regular blondie, you will meet. Hair straight, curvy collars and sharp jawline. I find her a typical model. And she can be if she wants but Nah, this girl has other intentions. She wants to be a vet. In simple words, an animal doctor. Even if she comes from a loaded family. Not that I am judging her for choosing a vet profession. It is a nice job, I guess. And also you can see it by her emerse love for animals. But the only thing I say, we are not best friends but still sometimes share some things. You can say, she has a gang of her own too. It's just she sticks with me sometimes because I am a Quinns. I guess that's why but still she is a sweet girl if you interact with her.

It's just her parents thought it would be great if their daughter is befriended with the most powerful family heir. 

Haha! So funny! Like I can be fooled by any person's looks!

That's the problem with every single person. They, like me, want to befriend me just because I am the daughter of Albert Francisco Quinns.  They never had the desire to see the real me. 

Sometimes, that's what I wish. If I could be neither rich nor poor. Just a normal girl from a normal family. Then my introduction would be.

"Hey, I am Felicity! A girl who likes books. And has an IQ of 178. Pretty much more than the average person."

My thoughts vanished when I heard the rain pouring from outside. I sat down underneath the window barrier, placed my head in my folded hands, listening to the rain pouring. 

For some people, it's only relaxing. But for me, it's aesthetic! Like how rain can define you with its mood.

My lips curved up with a smile. The sound of rain comforts me and my mood. 

Like that, I didn't know when I drifted to my dreams slowly.

*******

Ding! Ding! Ding!

What the hell! Who the heck is messaging me so much? 

I checked the time and my eyes widened like saucers.

Gosh! It's noon already. 

No one decides to wake me up  Ah! What more can I expect?

I opened my phone, welcoming me with a galleon of messages, so many tags on social media and.....100 missed calls from Tiffany and others….?

What the heck is going on right now?

I opened my messages and….so many people messaged me. Only at the site of this, I lost my full energy. So, I decided to open Tiffany's messages first, as she sent me nearly 100 messages. Geez! What was she thinking while sending so many messages?

Tiffany: Felicity!

Tiffany: Felicity! Are you there?

Tiffany: Did you see the news?

I lift my left brow. Okay! What is in that damn news that she has to message me 100 times?

Me: Why? What is in the news?

Tiffany: Open the news first!

I searched for the remote, took it by hand and switched on the news.

"...Mr. Quinns, The richest and famous man in Italy, released a statement that his first daughter, Felicity Arabella Quinns,  will take over the most renowned Quinns Corporation. Soon."

My blood turned cold at the announcement.  My tears compelled me to come out.  How could they!

How could they take my life decisions without even my consent?!

I clench my fists so hard that the spots become red and bloody. That's it, it's your call. 

I stormed up from my room, kicked my door open and ran downstairs, feeling revolted and betrayed by my parents.

But what I saw next made me madder. My whole damn family was eating breakfast peacefully as nothing happened. 

Peace, right? But just for now!

I smirk while looking at them. You called it for yourself. 

I entered the dining room, emotionless and with a flat face. "Good morning, family!" I sugar-coated my words with a sweet-bitter smile, making them choke on their food. 

They stared at me weirdly like I am some kind of disease. Yeah, a disease that will make you suffer for your deeds.

"Oh! You are up. So, go take your seat and eat breakfast." My mom said, not caring about my attire like I am giving any chance today. 

Like how I am an obedient child, I sat down and piled up my plate intentionally, knowing that it disturbs them every time I do this. At other times, I feel bad if I get scolded but today I was waiting for it. 

"What happened to you, Felicity? Why are you behaving like this? Don't you know that the rule of this house is not to pile up your plate with food? Still, you did it!" My mom was completely irritated with my antics. Boom! That was the intention.

"Why? Why do I have to abide by your rules? When you don't even have the decency to consult with me before releasing a pathetic statement in the whole world." I snickered while I watched them. Mom frowned at this and while my dad remained with what he was doing, eating his food as nothing seemed to bother him.

"I always thought you would understand but no, you just want me as your heir, not as your daughter. Then listen, I am going to do whatever I want to and you can't stop me". I yelled at them for the first time. Wasting no time, I got up and turned to go to my room.

Suddenly, my infamous dad decided to speak his bitter words again. But today I was ready to face anything. " Then think of it, what would happen if I stopped paying for that? It's useless. If I remember well, you were the one who begged me to pay? "He knew at the right moment, his toxic words again trapped me.

I was not ready for this.

Who in the cruel world will have a dad like this?

Ah! I forgot it's only my dad who will do it. Because no one is like him, the cruellest person in the world.

I turned to him, eyes hardened yet glossy. " Then what do you want me to do?" I asked him, mentally thanking him for not stuttering out. He showed a sinister smirk towards me.

Typical Quinn

"You have to take over the corporation." I knew that he would say that. What else does he want other than these? To flaunt with his friends how his eldest daughter took over the largest cooperation. 

I guess I have bound to it anyway.

"I will but there is a condition." They looked at each other then nodded at me. I continued while taking a breath.

Felicity, you have to do this for your future.

" I want to attend college. So, I need three years before I take over the corporation." Their faces suddenly hardened as they glared at me.

What did I even say that they have to glare at me like that? Can't a girl peacefully finish her college?

"No" what? 

They denied. Why? All I want is three years to graduate and they don't want me to complete it. For fucks sake, I am not even legal age to take over that shit corporation. 

"You are not going anywhere. It's my command. And why do you want to do graduation? When do you have a higher IQ than an average person?" So, now they get it. I have a higher IQ after I wanted to graduate. Wow! 

"It's my ambition forever, you can't just say no, and expect me to abide by it when I don't even have a cent per cent interest in this." 

I shouted my lungs out, tears stinging to drop out, creating my vision blurred. 

Don't sob. At least not in front of them. It's all I could whisper to myself.