Chapter I ۞ Thays

Thays Emmanuelle Rossetti's point of view

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AARON VAUGHN-SOLOMON IS HIS NAME. The name of the devil that torments my life. It's been four years since we've first saw each other when I moved into the building, right when I first arrived in Queenstown, a town in the South Island of New Zealand. And I was 23 at the time, so I'm 27 now.

This city is perfect for rich people, and I am rich. I came settled here because I love the adventures the country can provide me, it was either Queenstown or Auckland, I didn't want to live in a noisy place like that anymore. Besides, it's a good place to have my last two resorts, since the tourism here is quite big.

I was a prodigy since I was a baby. The 7th child of my Italian-Brazilian family, out of the 10 of us, and the only one that was born alone, since I have three trios of triplets siblings. 6 boys and 4 girls with me, while my parents were both only children, and so we're both of my maternal and paternal grandparents, maybe that's why my parents decided to have 10 children.

Being the 7th, I have 2 older sisters and 4 older brothers who I always looked up to, and 2 younger brothers and our youngest sister who look up to me. But I was always the outcast, being the smartest, the one who was emancipated at 15 when finished highschool before everyone else, and went straight to Harvard.

Thanks to that, I left my homeland, Campos do Jordão, in the state of São Paulo, at the southeast of Brazil, at 15 and never moved back, only went there sometimes to visit. While they are the ones who usually come to me. After all, they would never lose the opportunity of staying in one of my resorts for free.

After I graduated, I had already gained quite a lot of money while in college when I invested in some hotels around the United States and in Canada too. So much that when I left Harvard, I already had two hotels in São Francisco, one in Vegas, three in Miami, two in New York, and four spread in different places of Canada. Which was a lot of money.

And I used that money to build more and more resorts and hotels around the world in 10 different countries, besides the US, Canada, and the seven I already had in the bay cities of Brazil. It was also because of that, that I spend the next 5 years living for half a year and each of those cities until I settled my business there successfully.

Berlin, in Germany. London, in the United Kingdom. Paris, in France. Sicily, in Italy. Tokyo, in Japan. Madrid, in Spain. Bangkok, in Thailand. Beijing, in China. Seoul, in South Korea. And lastly, Mexico City, in Mexico.

No. My family does not feed on me, or depend on me. They have their own fortune there. Mamãe has seven private hospitals, while papai has farms and a famous wine factory, and my maternal and paternal grandmothers are both co-owners of a famous beauty brand in the country. So, yes, even if I were to only count on my inheritance from them, I would still be rich.

However, I did, indeed, trusted the management of my seven hotels in there, in the hands of Juliana, my 4th older sister; Pedro and Gabriel, my 5th and 6th older brothers; and in my 8th younger brother, Leandro. Since all the other five are into our family's businesses. My 1st sister, Isabela, being the one who manages our bank there. Miguel, my 2nd brother being the surgeon who takes care of the hospitals with mamãe. 3rd brother, Lucas, who's with papai in the farms and wine factory. And the two youngest, Gustavo and Larissa, working with our grandmothers in their beauty brands.

I only see them on summer and on winter, since it's when they are free of their work and come to spend sometime with me in one of my resorts and hotels, since I don't want them in my apartment, because our family is a mess. Which is sad but also good, because they are invasive, and constantly ask me when I'll get another boyfriend, after the 'Felix Bauman's failure' as they like to call.

Bauman being the only boyfriend I had while I was on Harvard, from my 16 to 18 years old. My family adored him, until they didn't. After all, I broke up with him when I caught him cheating on me with Margaret Felicity, my best friend at the time. Well, I should have seen it coming, since she was the one who helped meet me, they were childhood friends and both were in law school, also there.

But I didn't. And since that failure, I've never dated again, and only hooked up with some random hot dudes I met while traveling around. You could say I'm traumatized.

The thing is, I moved to New Zealand and chose to settle in here for six things. I wanted to be far from the social circle I was part of before plus all of the toxicity from it. There are NO snakes and I'm absolutely terrified of them. Lots of sports that require adrenaline, which I love. More sheep than people. It's beautiful and have quality of life. Lastly, the tourism here.

Honestly, I thought that would mean that I would be able to live a life as peaceful as I could. After all, I was already accomplished career-wise at 23, and only needed to take care of the big matters from afar, thanks to the amazing managers working under me, which I personally chose. And I didn't want the chaos of a big city, such as the ones I lived until the point I came here.

I also carefully picked the best and most protected building to live in. Queen's Delight, one of the many properties under the billionaire empire of the Vaughn-Solomon family, who dominates not only the luxuries properties in Queenstown, but all over New Zealand. They also have lots of properties in England, but their assets comes mainly from this country, and they are settle in Queenstown.

Besides, I didn't really wanted to live in a house, I wanted an apartment because it would be more practical. That's why I picked this. Not to mention that it's a 25 stores residential building, with the top five each occupying an entire store of it, and the first 20 floors having two apartments each.

As I like height, and the penthouse was already sold out, I bought the 24th floor for myself, expecting to live a calm life.

However the devil above me didn't let me do that. Oh, no. That devil who's pretty much the owner of the building, and the heir of the Vaughn-Solomon Family, didn't let me live peacefully.

Peace? Hahaha. Hell no. Aaron Vaugh fucking Solomon chose war on the second we met. That condescending arrogant bastard who's been messing with me, my sanity, and tasting my patience every single time we see each other, doesn't know how to be cool with anybody. Well, at least not with me.

And all because I accidentally tripped when I first arrived, 4 years ago, and my strawberries with banana milkshake tainted his clothes. I swear, it was accidental, although I really wish I had done it on purpose.

How the hell would I know he was a maniac for fashion and a freak for clean things? He never forgave me for it, and purposely picked on me since then. At first, I took it playfully, but then he made me actually hate his guts and his pretty face. Not to mention that he doesn't even know my full name, he only knows my name is Thays and nothing more.

What an ass.

To think the rumors about his family says he's the easiest to deal with. Heavens above. I pray that I'll never meet any of his other family members, or I might actually cause a murder.

And there's absolutely no way I'll move to another building just because of that walking annoyance. I have my pride and I do not back down from a fight.