Princess Vittoria Olympia of the Romana family of Olympus
"Olly-"
"No!" I dramatically threw myself on the floor of my bedroom as Alexandré pulled me by my designer red thigh high stiletto boot covered right ankle. I constantly tried to stab him with the heel but he dodged it every single time.
"You've wasted ten minutes with your little tantrum. Even if you can scream at the top of your lungs it won't change a thing. I'm taking you home," he huffed as he continued to drag me to the closet. I sprawled out on the floor like a starfish then with all the energy I had in me breathed in as deeply as I could.
Once I felt I had achieved enough air I let out a massive scream, "Someone help me! They're kidnapping me!"
Alexandré was momentarily shocked that he let go of my ankle and hissed. I jumped up on my feet then with the speed of a cheetah ran for the balcony. The doors were luckily already open and with an athletic capability I never had in six inch heels I threw my body onto the fire escape ladder.
Luckily my tiny frame ensured a snug fit and it was easy for me to climb down each and every step. Unluckily for me, I lived on the tenth floor.
"Olly are you out of your mind!" my brother screamed from my balcony.
"I'll never go back to prison!" I stuck my tongue out then continued climbing down.
Yet when I looked down a hoard of our Royal family's guards waited on the ground for me, which meant even if I did make it downstairs I would not make it far. I had to think fast and on my feet otherwise I would be taken back to Olympus, locked in my room and the key would be thrown away.
There was a younger man, paying no attention to the ridiculously hot girl climbing down the fire escape ladder, as he watered his plants. He was cute if I could say and I knew that would work in my advantage.
I landed on his balcony with a huff and he jolted in surprise.
"No need to fear," I sweetly smiled, "I've found myself in quite the pickle and was wondering if you would be interested in maybe helping me out." I chewed on a small corner of my lower lip and took a strand of curls then twirled it on my finger.
I knew it was every man's weakness to see a young woman half their height who looked like pure innocence asking them for help. My voice even had a purity to it as I spoke softly.
His eyes enlarged as he probably recognized who I was then immediately bowed, "Princess."
"Oh you don't have to do that," I walked towards him and placed my hands on his shoulders, "Do you have a car by any chance?"
He shook his head frantically, "Unfortunately not my Princess." I pouted hoping he would at least have something. "I do have a bicycle though."
"Olly!" I heard the loud scream of my brother as he, himself, decided to come down the ladder. He was much faster than me therefore I did not have much of a choice. Beggars could not be choosers.
"It's good enough," I nervously laughed and urged him to quickly show me where the bicycle was. Apparently there was another garage level I was completely unaware of for the normal residents of the apartment slash hotel building. The guards never even suspected I would place my foot there and that was their first mistake.
By the time the kind stranger had led me to his bicycle I knew I had just two minutes before the guards flooded the floor. "I will never forget your help," I smiled to the young man as I adjusted the seat of the bicycle.
I had not ridden once since I was teenager, mostly because of Campbell, and I knew it was a bad idea to do this in stilettos therefore I quickly hopped off, took them off then handed them to the kind gentleman, "Take these and sell them on auction. The fact my foot was in them already makes them worth a million."
His eyebrows rose as he nodded in shock, "Thank you very much Princess Vittorria."
"No problem, I have to get going," I winked then with a wobbly start finally caught speed and dashed for the exit.
What I thought would be a clean exit was complete chaos as six black Mercedes S500 AMG's immediately followed behind me. I cursed Alexandré's name to the winds and peddled faster.
People on the sidewalk looked on in complete shock as I dashed through the busy streets with cars racing behind me.
It was not my first time running away from a group of angry men but never did I think it would be because of my father.
Back to the story at hand, my thighs were on fire as I peddled with the ferocity of an Olympic athlete. My panting was all I could hear as I tried to also figure out where I was going exactly. If I went to Tricia's place it would be extremely obvious and I could not trust any of my other so called friends to not rat me out.
There had to be someone I knew who my family would never expect me to go to. That I deeply detested so viscously that they knew I would rather gauge my own eyes out then be caught close to them.
There was one person in mind but even the thought of them almost made me vomit yet I had no choice. I needed refuge yet there was no way I could escape from the six V8 engines following behind me. The only way I could shake them off was if I went into a highly populated area with wannabe Vittoria's that would confuse the guards highly.
With that I swerved to the right to my favorite mall where I knew the layout like the back of my hand.