Princess Vittoria Olympia of the Romana family of Olympus
Even though I trusted once my wonderful Papa was calm, he would apologize and let me live my best life, I still had to the secure the bag. The only person in this world he listened to was Mama and if I could get her on my side I knew he would let this go.
I cleared my throat and made sure I sounded like I was still sobbing before I called her. Before I could even get a word in she said, "I'm not going to convince your father to let you stay in Monaco, Olly."
"But Mama," I sobbed, "He's taking away my freedom. My life. Everything the Romana family of Olympus strive for. How could we fight for independence and freedom when the Princess of the family is being held captive?"
"That was a lovely speech honey, but you're coming back to Olympus. You've shamed us enough."
I let out a gasp before I shook my head even though I was very well aware that she could not see me. "How? How have I shamed the Romana family so greatly that you have to go for such harsh measurements?"
"You were spotted smoking weed at a party, you went to a strip club with friends and posted it on your instagram, you've been proposed to four times now and you've rejected them all. You were dating a man twice your age and posted about what a good sugar daddy he is. You had an interview giving women advice on why rich men should be targeted and then ended it by saying 'go find your rich husband'. All of this was in the past year don't even get me started on the year before."
"Wow, so I'm helping women empower themselves and I'm being blamed. If men are willing to spend their money on me, why should I say no? That's a good financial decision on my behalf. Let me live mother, isn't that what you wanted?"
"When you said you wanted to go to Monaco to get great business advice and start your own company, I thought, wow Vittoria is finally becoming an adult. Not all the nonsense you've been up to."
"But I'm the fifth richest women in the world. I was one of the youngest on Forbes Mama. I've achieved all my goals."
"And we're proud of that but all the other things you're doing is making our family look terrible and you are ruining your image. You won't be remembered for all your successes but all your scandals instead."
I placed my hand over my heart and let out a gasp, "is Papa starting to influence you with all his philosophical things?"
"Vittoria," I heard my father's voice and gasped, "I'm right here. You're little manipulation plan isn't going to work on us."
"So you tag teaming, huh?" I let out a dry chuckle, "Just know you can take the Princess out of Monaco, but you can't take Monaco out of the Princess! Wow, Mama so you're really turning your back on women empowerment. What happened to you teaching me to be a strong independent woman?
All these men need to suffer for all the heartbreak I've been through. So what if they make bad financial decisions by buying me a yacht. I'm going to hurt them all for what Campbell did to me. I'm proving a point that if you're pretty and smart, men just want to dominate you-"
They ended the call before I could even finish my rant!
"Hello?" I looked at the phone in shock as I realized they really had ended the call. In a burst of rage I tried to call her again but instead of her answering, I got a message that read, 'We're going to block you if you continue. You're coming home in three days because of your little stunt.'
I could not believe that my own parents, the people who had brought me into this world could do such a thing to me. How could they be so cruel? So devious and vengeful?
It just proved that no matter how much you were a good person nothing in this world was ever enough.
From there I called my brothers and to my shock they had blocked me as well. I was abandoned by my family. I could not believe it. How could diving off a yacht cause so much trouble?
I tightened the silk robe around my body then walked back to the bathroom like a ghost. When I sat down by my makeup station I looked at my reflection in complete horror.
My dark curly hair was painfully frizzed up that I looked more like a lion than anything else. My flawless caramel skin was painfully dry that at any moment I would explode into a pile of dust. My red painted plump lips were smudged to the point my lipstick went onto my teeth.
The smudged eyeliner made my dark brown eyes look almost villainous.
I did not understand why they were acting like Pierre was the victim here. I was the real victim. If anyone saw me now their hearts would break. No one understood the pain of being so beautiful that men willingly gave you anything you asked for.
No one understood the pain of getting an 'Austin Martin' when you had specially asked for a 'McLaren', or when you specified you wanted a car the same color as your favorite lip gloss and you got your favorite lipstick instead.
My parents did not understand how hard it was to be a sugar baby. They did not understand how it broke a piece of me each time I saw a man cry because he would truly never in a billion years get someone as great as me.
I pressed my hand to my forehead as I wrapped my arms around myself then let out a cry in distress. If this was going to be my last three days I figured it would be a good idea for me to shake some ass for the last time, because trust me under my father's beady little stare there would be no booty popping in Olympus.