Vivian's POV:
I first met him on the first day of high school. For the following four years, he was my everything.
I was a girl who was fed with a silver spoon while I was growing up—a daddy's little princess. Although we were doing well for ourselves, my family wasn't as affluent as the majority of the kids at Pandora Academy, the school for future world leaders.
My very first day away from homeschool was a day I still vividly recall.
Dad loved when I would complain about how unfair the world was and how I shouldn't go out there until I was ready.
He was correct.
On my first day of school, I came to the realization that one thing about having dark skin is that you're in the minority. You had to do far more than others your age if you wanted leverage, or you'd end up alone. I didn't have as much money or intelligence as the other women, but I was happy where I was and with the people in my tiny group of friends.
I almost choked on my chicken nugget when Amoli yanked my shirt. "Goodness gracious! They are it, she shrieked.
I raised my head and noticed the arriving mob. Five of the wealthiest families in North America make up the crowd. The group is made up of the five heirs.
They are handsome, well-off, and intelligent.
"You're not there, are you?" I ask as I raise my gaze to the ceiling.
You need to quit blaming God for your sloth, Amoli says, grabbing my shirt. You were the one who decided to watch YouTube last night rather than prepare for the test.
I pout, pulling at my cheeks more and more. "I had no idea there would be a test. Who holds a surprise Tuesday pop quiz on a Friday, after all? That ought to be illegal.
"No, it's against the law to wear socks and sandals."
"What's wrong with wearing socks and sandals?"
She reasoned that socks should keep her feet warm. If you wear sandals, it serves no function at all! It reminds me of Skort once again. Really, is that a skirt? Are they shorts?
What in the hell is that?
As long as they are at ease in it, I see nothing wrong with it.
Hard to think you come from a fashion family, she mocked.
Knowing she won't reconsider, I shook my head. My attention shifts back to the sins with legs.
The first person would be Matthew Greyson, who was directly in the centre.
For over three generations, the Greyson had dominated business. Any imports or exports of goods into or out of America must deal with the Greysons.
All the females shout with ecstasy as Matthew blinks, jerking his black hair back and flashing his ice-blue eyes.
I don't have anything against Matthew or any of the other guys here, but he is the one I would least want in a relationship.
He is not someone you can put your heart in.
He extends his arm over his recurring ice cream flavour as she approaches and bats her long lashes in his direction. Matthew likes girls who are tall, blonde, bodacious, and gorgeous. I consume a lot of food, but Matthew changes girlfriends more often than I do.
Regardless of what others may think, I view Matthew as a whore rather than a player.
His best pal Jackson Martinez was standing next to him. Jackson and Matthew have been friends since elementary school. He blinks his lovely blues, releasing a magnificent atmosphere into the air. He smiles and winks at the group of females he is passing, making two of them pass out.
Martinez Industry, which has an alcoholic monopoly, lives up to its moniker.
Despite its name, it functions with a variety of alcohols. It's not a party, as many would say, without a Martinez.
Alongside him sat the nasty, conceited, and superficial Mauricio Laghari. It was all his. He paused in front of a window and checked himself out, and I couldn't help but sneer. Narcissist would be the term I would use to sum up Mauricio.
Mauricio is a lover.
More than everything else in the world, he loves himself.
The majority of the oil sector is controlled by the Laghari, who import petroleum into all of America. Additionally, they are the creators of the Laghari brand, one of the priciest and most exclusive auto brands in the world. My own family is unable to afford their autos.
Vincent Acharya, who oversees the pharmaceutical business, would be to the right. Everyone was wearing the same outfits, but Vincent stood out because of his premium Italian shoes, tailored ties that appear to vary every day, and wicked circular glasses.
It works well when Vincent and I are together.
We are literally lab partners; otherwise, he wouldn't be aware of my existence. Only because I am the one who completes all the lab experiment reports does he know I exist.
The friendliest member of the gang is Vincent. One thing, nevertheless, is missing from him. Amoli said, "I still can't believe Vincent is gay," and exhaled loudly.
I turn around to see Vincent's lover approaching him.
His bright green eyes were flashing over his coloured blue hair, and he had a beaming smile that could be seen for miles. He was carrying a guitar box behind him, wore silver earrings that sparkled in the sunlight, and had a heartwarming chuckle.
The word brilliance is an understatement when I think back to the first time I heard him play. They appear to be ordinary buddies from a distance, but Vincent puts his hand on Larry's behind, making it clear that Larry is his property.
Amoli mocked me, saying, "Ohh... there's your future boo," as she is aware of my obsession.
My eyes widen as I recognize Liam Everhart for the first time.
As Liam Everhart, my one and only love, approaches me, the chicken nuggets crunch in my arms.
When you first meet him, there are little things that throw you off, like his swoon-inducing English accent.
Liam was born and reared in the UK, and I had the pleasure of meeting him just after he immigrated to the US for high school. Despite having the last name Everhart, Liam is actually Asian, primarily Chinese-Korean. Don't let his last name mislead you. He may have some English blood in him, which enhances the allure of his little European build.
I vividly recall the day Liam won over every girl's heart, including mine. He had neat, black hair and an impeccably tailored suit.
My brows wrinkle as he approaches my table, and I begin to pinch myself, wondering whether this is all a dream. He would take my wrist and sink me down, pressing our lips together, if this were a dream.
I should give up watching rom-coms.
Amoli seized my arm and started pulling me firmly. He's on his way! Your hubby is on the way! She shrieked, "He's coming.
The chicken nugget breaks and falls onto my lap. He moves closer and closer, and my heartbeat becomes irregular. He comes to a stop in front of me and holds a scrunched-up piece of paper in his trembling hand.
Liam cocked his head, his luscious dark chocolate eyes seeming to be examining me.
I've been strolling around the hallways with my head down for the past three years, especially after that event. I was happy to see Liam from a distance, just like every other female.
Of course, I've often fantasized about confessing to Liam since my freshman year in high school, but I'm not foolish enough to really do it.
Widening eyes and hard, ragged breathing. My hands holding the chicken nuggets on my lap shook. I would run if I could, but my legs were immobile.
I ceased breathing as he tipped his head and waved a hand close to my face. I instantly inhaled the delicious lemonade and green apple after feeling him brush his nose against mine. His soft voice echoed in my ear, "You got chicken nugget here."
His pals laugh uncontrollably in a peal from behind, making my cheeks flush with shame.
I try to salvage what dignity I still have by looking down and wiping the remaining gunk from my face.
I take a big breath and ask, "What do you want?" I glance up. My voice was icy and uncomfortably so.
Being a member of the social upper class, I had developed a cruel nature. You should not hold a heart, and if you do, you should hide it.
He raised an eyebrow before settling onto the vacant chair in front of me.
He smashed the crumpled piece of paper to the ground, shaking my entire body. The cafeteria was quiet as Jackson whistled and carried on chewing gum. He sang with utter hilarity, "Shit is about to go down for real."
I take the paper and turn it towards me - Marriage Contract.
I look over the page until I see my name. "What does my name mean here?" I mutter as I sense everyone's scorching gaze.
Taking the piece of paper, Liam stuffs it back into his pocket. You inform me. With both palms resting on the table, he got up and leaned in my direction. He said in an accusatory tone, "What did you do?"
On the pattern skirt, my hands yank and twist. "I did nothing," you say.
I try to catch my breath as he moves in closer and brushes his lips across the lobe of my ear. His musky aroma invades any remaining sensible ideas in my head as I take an inhale through my nostrils.
He murmurs slyly, "I won't ever marry you.
He pushes himself back and turns to face me with a disgusted glare on his dirty brown eyes before leaving.
I take a big breath and then keep staring at the back of his head. "Don't think you're really all that great!" I yelled mindlessly, hoping a hole would open up beneath me so I could vanish.
He slows down when he comes to a halt and gently turns to face me, his eyes enticing. I anticipated his striking out at me at that very moment, but instead, his lips curled into a cunning sneer.
I tilt my head as the buzzing pains through my ear. "Why is an al-"
"Viv! Are you doing it in the restroom once more? Amoli cried out.
"Why are you screaming about me in the bathroom?" I ask as I turn to face her. We are really clear. I turn to look and see the cafeteria deserted.
I warned you sleeping in the bathroom isn't healthy for you, Amoli said as she got up and folded her arms.
My head abruptly rises from the sink next to the bathroom. My butt is still perched on the toilet, and my shorts are hanging around my ankle. I examined the restroom to determine the restroom.
I'm awake, "I-I'm awake!" I spoke back to my cranky roommate.
"Viv! You have an interview at eight, don't you?
I started brushing my teeth after flushing the toilet and washing my hands. "Yeah!"
"Aren't you planning to leave?"
"Why? It just is six.
There's a protracted pause. "Viv! It is 7:30 p.m.
My mouth almost closed on the toothbrush, but it somehow manages to stay there. "What? What are you referring to? The last time I ch-" I press my phone, which is always at my side. "Holy sh*t! It's been over two hours since I last got off the toilet to nap. I yell and spit the froth out.
I quickly washed the remainder out, splashed water on my face, and then applied moisturizer to my dry desert skin. I quickly head to the bedroom after escaping the restroom to get some work attire. "I have your interview attire ready for you." Amoli's inner mother is showing.
When I pass her, I kiss her cheek and say, "You're the best."
I rushed outside after changing into my interview attire. "Papers on the desk and heels close to the entrance. I'll have someone come get you, she said.
I rushed outside after changing into my interview attire. "Papers on the desk and heels close to the entrance. She responded, "I've called for someone to take you.
I embraced her tightly. "Li, what will I do without you?"
As she continued to wash dishes, she grinned, "Probably end up living on the streets as a hobo."
I didn't want to go home after my divorce and humiliate my parents in front of them. My parents tried everything they could to make me happy since they were aware of my obsession with my ex-husband.
So, following my high school graduation, I got married to Liam. I said, "I do," when I was 18 years old.
I'm unable to let them know that their daughter is not at all content. However, even if they were in South America, they would already be aware of this information. my spouse and I split up over a year ago.
Even though it was difficult to find a suitable job at age 20, I didn't want Amoli to keep supporting me while I was still in school. She pushed me to enrol in college, but I was aware that it wasn't for me. Despite attending one of the most prominent universities, I've never really been a reader.
I like hands-on learning and practical experience, which institutions don't provide much of. We crossed paths in the middle, and I told her I would enrol in a few classes after finding a job. finding into college isn't difficult; finding the money to pay for the courses is.
However, how can I possibly profit more from my friendship with the most amazing person in the world? Amoli offer.
I grin back at her and say, "Thank you for keeping me from becoming a hobo." As she forced a waffle into my lips, I spoke.
"Now, go." She signals the door with her hands.
I nod, take everything, and then pull in my heels. I face her as I turn. "Wish me good luck."
She nods and says, "You don't need it. This girl is yours.
"Carpe diem, yes."
I give her a thumbs up in response and say, "Carpe diem."