Filthy Rich by Atarah Yvaine (books to read fiction TXT) 📗

Chapter One

 

Heaven Amelie's POV

I woke up with a severe headache. I rubbed my eyes and slowly opened them. I saw nothing but darkness. I rubbed my eyes again. Still, I see nothing. Everything is Pitch Black. 

What happened? 

Did I get blind? 

My head hurts like hell. I try to massage it using my hand but when I touched my forehead, I feel a gauze bandage rolled around my head. Then I remember the flying vase, I got hit by it. I slowly get up and sit down from the bed. I felt a little dizzy at first but it subsided after some minute.

Is it night already? I asked myself. 

I walked in the darkness to find the switch of the lights when suddenly my knees hit something hard making me dropped on the ground holding my knees while groaning in pain.

What was that? I didn't remember putting a table or something in the middle of my room.

My Room?

Am I even inside my own room? 

Wait, before I passed out, I was with the Cavellis and that’s all I remember. Now, Where I am then?

I started to panicked.

"Mr. And Mrs. Cavelli" I started calling them in the dark. 

"Mr. and Mrs. Cavelli, are you there?" I called them with a louder voice this time. I decided not to move preventing myself from hitting and breaking anything.

Why is it so dark?

My eyes already adjusted to it but I still can't barely recognize anything.

"Donny?? Nayana??" I persist on calling their names. I try to find my phone in my pocket but it seems like my clothes was changed into pajamas. 

"Is anybody here?" I waited for response but I got none. I think of something stupid. If this room belongs to the Cavelli then maybe it is equipped with the up-to-the-minute technology. They are filthy rich after all.

I clapped my hands making an attempt to open the lights but I still see no ray of light.

"Open Sesame" I say the magical phrase with feelings but still no luck.

I still have this one technique left, I saw this way of turning on the lights to some youtubers and I think I might give it a try.

"Google, turn on the lights"

And finally, some of the LED lights opened.

Woo-hoo, I did it.

Now, where's the door?

I need to go home now and review for my last exam tomorrow. I walked slowly trying to be aware of my surrounding with much caution because now that I don't have any job, I can't afford to break anything in here. A single thing might cost me my whole unfortunate fortune. 

I roam my eyes to the entirety of the room. It was four times as much in size of my whole bedroom apartment.  The room radiates authoritative and powerful atmosphere similar to the office that we went to yesterday because of its dark interiors.

It is cornered with black patterned walls. A long black drape hangs all the way up the ceiling line and fall an inch above the floor. It expands all the way across the window walls that explains why the room was pitch dark when the lights are off.

There’s a big black upholstered bed with its gold cushioned headboard in the middle of the room. The black sheets are a little messy maybe because of me sleeping in there.

There's also a cozy lounge area with a black and white contemporary tufted seat sectional sofa with a glass top coffee table on the right side of the room. A minibar set up full of liquors and wines is present near the door to which I believe is the bathroom. Whoever the owner of this room is, it's not that obvious that he loves black. 

After admiring everything, I take a look at myself. Oh, I am also wearing a big black silk pajama.

I try to look for my clothes and bag pack. I saw it in the countertop of the minibar. I hurriedly check my things, entered the bathroom and changed my clothes. The bathroom was also luxurious.

It is so big. It looks like the bathroom I've been dreaming about. The bathtub was standing on a floor full of pebbles. There's a very beautiful twin vanity countertop with decorative vases and elegant finishing touch. A wide shower enclosure and the bathroom is cozy up by a bathroom firewall on the left side and a modern chandelier in the central spot. Wow.

I can't help but admire everything. I look at myself in the big mirror. The gauze bandage on my head caught my attention. How am I going to attend school with this? Everyone will surely talk and ask about it. I don't even know how big my wound is. Does it have stitches? I combed and fixed my hair using my fingers. 

After trying to make myself look presentable, I fished out my phone from my work uniforms pocket and checked the time. My eyes widened. I can't believe it, it's already 7 am in the morning. Two freaking hours before my examination.

How long did I sleep?

Oh my gosh, I need to review. I need to ace the exam or else I'm going to lose something big again today.

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