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" I guess we are both Angels in each other's stories and demons in our own context"

-Afreen Razvi

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It's currently 8 o'clock in the morning, school started 20 minutes ago, and I can't even bring my body to move from my bed, last night was so hectic. I had so much work to do and I hardly got any sleep. Since I am already late, I might as well give into sleeping. At that moment is when Anders, our butler, decides to enter my room and open the curtains, letting the daylight in the room and literally blinding my eyes.

"Wake up master" Anderson shook my body violently as I groaned and smacked his body with one of my pillows.

I buried my head into my oh soft silk pillow and tried to drift into another dream. A dream where Anders wasn't trying to wake me up, a place where I didn't have daddy issues. I frowned as I felt the covers being tugged off my body, leaving me exposed.

I felt violated, but I finally got up and rubbed my eyes. I wanted to smack him so hard. What if I didn't want to go to school? Do I have any other options? Right... I don't have any.

"Okay, okay I'm awake!! No need to be so rude!" I said raising my two hands up in the air.

"You are late for school, sir, the car is waiting for you outside and the maids have already prepared your breakfast," he says nonchalantly.

Anders is the definition of Nonchalant, with his monotone voice and his endless resting bitch face, he has a very cold personality and acts like he doesn't like me at all, but I know deep down he does. He's been working for my family for years and is considered as such. He practically raised me and was more of a father to me than the man that brought me into this world.

"I don't have time for breakfast. I'm going to get ready," I say while I make my way to the bathroom.

"Yes sir, do you need anything else?" he asks while standing there, staring at my bathroom door.

"Is father or mother home?" I ask while brushing my teeth.

"No sir... They... both left this morning and are only coming back in 4 weeks. Your sister left with your mother this morning. They have gone to the Maldives for a charity event. Your father left to see your brother in Berlin to check in on the new soccer club they are starting together. All 5 jets are with them, so I'm afraid you won't be able to use any of them until they return," he states hesitantly, but calmly.

"Oh okay..." I say gutted "You may go, but one last thing."

"Yes sir?"

"Don't call me sir, I am not my father" I say before entering the shower.

"I know. As you wish Isaiah" he says before leaving my room.

I must say, I have become accustomed to my parents not being around. They're always on business or pleasure trips everywhere around the world and even when they are home, they never really have time for me or any of us due to their work.

The family motto:

We are the Zechron family, one of the wealthiest families in the world, we are the epitome of money, power, grace and glory.

My father is a successful businessman. His biggest investment is in the electricity industry resulting in him having a hand in the production of around 90% of the world's electricity. Like any successful businessman he does not keep all his eggs in one basket. He also owns different businesses on the side. He gives my mother the charity clubs and orphanages. And his personal favorite is the marijuana fields (only in the countries where it's legal), five-star hotels all over the world, the best restaurants in the country and some other dark business I refuse to talk about at the moment.

My family has been in this business for decades now, and as a result are now first place in the wealthiest families worldwide according to Forbes magazine. You can say that we are the picture-perfect family. And that's all we are, picture-perfect. In reality we barely see each other unless if it's for public/social events or for photoshoots.

I roll my eyes at the thought of it, my family could not be any more faux. Be it my mother's fake gazes of affection towards my father at dinner parties or my father gifting her with elaborate diamond necklaces in front of guests. Another diamond for yet another affair.

My father was never really home because he was always too busy working, and we always have different worldviews. My father is the really traditional type of man, he has a very closed-in mindset. He's sexist, homophobic, stereotypical and racist on the edges. He was always closer to my oldest brother, William. They have the same worldviews and they both love sports, drinking and strip clubs. Typical jock douche type of guy. My father never really tried to talk or have any type of relationship with me if I remember correctly. When he was out with my brother having boys' trips buying cars and playing soccer, I always stayed inside to draw, paint or sing.

My stepmother on the other hand is the same as my father but unlike him she has a minimum love and affection for us, she is a beautiful woman to look at though. Unfortunately, she learnt that no beauty in the world could keep a man loyal, and she had to learn in the hard way.

So, growing up in this kind of environment made me who I am, manipulative, controlling and cold hearted.

One thing that we can all agree on in this family is if anyone tries to ruin our business or try to steal from us, that is when we unite and work together. That's the only thing that bring us together as a true family. So, it's very possible that the dynasty we have is also what keeps this family together.

I wish I could have a normal family, and be a normal kid that can take the bus and all that, but we can't always have what we want can't we?

I finally step out of the shower and get dressed. It's now 8:30am and I'm so late for school. I put on a simple Tommy Hilfiger hoodie, black slim jeans and all white Vans, brush my hair, take my bag and leave for school.

So, now that I have time, Imma introduce myself. My name is Isaiah Zechron son of Jodi and Natasha Zechron. I'm the middle child, I have an older brother, William Zechron who is 25 years old. He's the oldest of the family, which means he's the heir to the empire when father dies.

He doesn't live with us, he decided to move years ago into one of our homes in Berlin to take care of the business there and start his own little family. As I said before we don't really have any kind of relation with him and I don't really try to anymore.

I also have a younger sister, Lilly-Rose Zechron, she's 14 and she's one of the happiest, sweetest, and caring young ladies I ever met. She might be the closest family member I have, and she means everything to me.

She owns her own make-up brand and it's already a huge success. Using our family name and her huge following on Instagram to her advantage she already managed to sell-out an hour after her launch, and up until now she sold millions of make-up products all around the world, making her the youngest millionaire in the world.

Finally let's talk about me. I am really bad at describing myself, so I am going to read what they say about me in my favourite blog:

"Isaiah can never be described with a simple word. He is handsome from the depths of his stormy eyes to the stern and deep expressions of his voice. His silky dark hair is somewhat messy yet neat at the same time. It is the type of hair that already looks good without trying. His eyes are cold, but beguiling; you never know whether he wants to cut you or undress you. He has the kind of face that stops you in your tracks"

So here it is, that's how the world describes me, so that's what you're getting.

Unlike my two siblings I don't really do as much. Other than my hobbies which I accomplish from the safety of my home, I am a model and occasionally make public appearances at big events.

There is a small project I have been working on. I am creating my own clothing brand, but I want to take my time with developing it. It is going to be my voice, to say the words I wish I had the courage to utter. To express the emotions, I keep buried within me. It needs to come out unique, to come out bomb. I guess that's mostly about it.

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I parked my car in my spot, in between my other friends' cars, and finally stepped out of my safe haven and into the world formed on lies and deception.

Welcome to Winchester college a very private and exclusive school in Calabasas welcoming the deadliest monarchy in America and in the world. The fees are exorbitant but worth it as they provide a very good education system. Fortunately to allow the exclusiveness, only the rich kids from royal bloodlines or billionaires are enrolled in this school. They teach everything you need to know in order to survive the life of fame and power and teaches you to do anything and everything possible in order to gain power and fame no matter who you hurt in the process

I kind of wished I could be unknown, but I know that it is not my destiny to go undetected. Some would refer to me having blue blood and the moment I stepped into the room everyone noticed me, my aura demanded nothing but full attention. Just as the rest of the Commandments.

As I walk into the school, I can feel the eyes of everyone following my every move, gazes of envy, curiosity and lust. I strutted my way through the grounds I ruled, the crowds parting for me like the red sea, for no one wanted to get in my way.

Let me break it down for you, so you know how it works:

See in our school and in society, there lies a hierarchy, something that isn't spoken about but needs to be followed and all depends on your social standing, net-worth, popularity and influence in society. Those at the top try to keep their holds of their places at the top, those at the bottom are free to rise, although only a few are successful.

It's divided in 4 sections:

In level 4 you have scholarship students, celebrity kids who have fallen from grace. Those who became irrelevant but still try their best to stay on top, they are shunned by the higher ranks and you should never be seen talking to them. Not if you value your social rankings

At level 3 you can find your average teens. Well as average we mean like average Millionaire kids who don't really do anything but just like stay there.

At level 2 you'll see the kids or teens that are nearly as high as Level 1. They nearly get to make the rules, they are the ones that everyone envies the most due to the perks they have.

And finally, Level 1 which is where I and the other commandments are. We're on top of the hierarchy because we created it and we make sure that we stay at this place by all means possible, which is why we did what we did 3 years ago, even though it wasn't the best or most human decision it had to be made, if it meant saving our reputation.

Those ranks can't be changed but won't stop anyone from rising to the top or fall from grace. Those ranks are applied in all 6 continents, alliances are formed between similar ranks to help gain more money and influence, but sometimes these cause wars and fights between ranks of different continent.

I swiftly turn knowing exactly where to find my beloved friends.

Elite: A select group that is superior in terms of ability or qualities to the rest of a group or society.

There they sat in their eternal glory and grace that was given to us. The Commandments (who were considered to be an elite group), directly beneath the 10 marble crowns the founder of the school had made, based on the 10 values he believed every student of Winchester College must possess or strive to achieve; humility, resilience, compassion, perseverance, dedication, empathy, kindness, courage, faithfulness and gentleness. It's kind of a good thing that the founder of the school is long since passed and would probably be rolling in his grave if he knew what has become of his beloved school and its values.

These values had transformed into something more convenient for us least to say: vanity, debauchery, conceitedness, deception, pride, arrogance, malign, backstabbing, narcissism and decadence.

Each of these traits embodies in each and every one of the Commandments, me included. The crowns we were doomed to wear, the crowns we fought with blood to possess.

Sarah Wertheimer heiress of Chanel SA is princess of jewels hidden beneath the soil and prisoner of her own beauty, she was beautiful in ways most girls were, high cheekbones, almond eyes, full lips, but she was evil in a way most girls were not, malice in her eyes, cruelty etched in her cheekbones, and lips pulled into a cruel smile

Sophia Wertheimer second heiress of Chanel SA on the other hand, was selfish, ruthless, and narcissistic. Compared to Sarah's golden skin, hers was porcelain and pale, her deep blue almond shaped eyes framed by long thick eyelashes. Her black hair styled to perfection no matter what angle she threw her hair in laughter, laughing at the misery of others.

Whatever these two wanted, they got. They didn't need permission or a valid reason.

To Sophia's right sat Aydin El-Yousef, the boy king who didn't need a reason to destroy someone's reputation, sever alliances and spend millions. He was beautiful to look at, thrilling to be close to but soulless, he believed in no one and nothing but William. When it came to theft he was the best, he would not steal diamonds, or designer clothes because those things he possessed galore, but he would steal emotions, he would feed off your fear, hatred and happiness, a liar and utterly without a conscience.

To Aydin's right sat his equal in every way, William Behavilliard, be it as sinning or corrupting minds, painfully wicked, painfully handsome. His porcelain skin, icy eyes, platinum hair made him the literal embodiment of an ice king. His eyes are void of emotions. He thrived on the power he had, the power to destroy. He would shower you with diamonds, Michael Kors and Cartier, make you forget you even knew of his sins, make you forget that he is corrupted, and uses money to his every advantage. It was frightening how alike he and Aydin were. Their bond stronger than that of blood. It was simple really, either you wanted to be them, kill them or fuck them.

To William's right sat Céline Banks. Céline was easily a mesmerizing goddess, her mocha skin capturing the sunlight and only adding to her beauty. There was one colour that justified her beauty and that was the deep red on her lips, the colour you would wear to war. Her family being the proud owners of Banks Enterprise, the largest hotel chain in the world, the chain she will one day inherit, the chain that will carry the name of her family forward. There has been pressure on her shoulders since the day she was born. A burden she is not alone in the carrying.

On the other side of Sarah, to her left sat Phoebe Ballard. She is what you call beauty with her angelic features, the image of purity and innocence. It is shameful she is a viper, a bite from her venomous fangs will leave you paralyzed. If anything, she is a mastermind, be it at press talks or the way she manipulated you into agreeing with her, even when you believed in nothing she had said. Her Chinese heritage evident as she pushed her glossy, ebony hair back with her slender fingers, heavy lidded eyes that hid the tears of the night.

Phoebe's head was lazily placed on the shoulder of Adonis Baldwin one of the most sought-after bachelor in the whole world. His relationship with Phoebe was one that his parents had pushed for since they were young. The power couple who had been childhood sweethearts and would bring together two of the biggest real estate developers in the world together. His jawline so sharp that it cuts out the hearts of girls and boys alike; his high cheekbones and hooded eyes causing him to be the cover of countless magazine covers. He wasn't mindlessly evil; he was a different type of evil. In a world where money was never short, the only thing he traded in was secrets, the shameful things people did when they thought no one was watching, the sins they committed when they thought no one would ever know. But didn't anyone tell them? Secrets are best shared.

To his left was Jacob Baldwin, his sepia skin and hazel eyes being the perfect contrast to his devilish intentions. There was only one thing Jacob truly loved and that was his gold Mercedes-Benz, his pride and joy that not even getting drunk and high could compete with. Don't be fooled by the easy nature he portrays; he will fool you into putting down your walls and invite you to dinner. That will be when you realize that you are caught in his web of deceit.

Last but not least sat Dimitri Carmen, despite being the newest addition to the Commandments, the eldest recruit at the age of 12, Dimitri has surely made his presence quite known throughout the school. Especially with the female population. He makes glasses look sexy. He is the most fashion-conscious guy in the group. His hair always perfect and his eyes cold yet inviting. He took the longest to show his true evil nature and when he did, it was clear that he belonged with us. Just one look from him could get anyone aroused yet terrified all at the same time.

Together we form the 10 commandments, leaders of the other level of Winchester college and the most influential teenage group of the whole world.

These are my friends, the people I was cut from the same cloth from.

I greet them one by one and sit at my assigned place before grabbing the grapes that were on Dimitri's plate.

"Are you coming tonight?" Sarah asked

"Coming for what?" I answer confused, I don't know what she's talking about.

"Tonight, is the beginning of Fashion Week, Did you forget? We were the first to be invited remember ?" she almost yells in shock.

"I totally forgot, I haven't prepared anything yet, and when are we leaving exactly? I don't have a jet, my parents took them and are only coming back in 4 weeks," I answered after realizing what she was talking about.

"You can always fly commercial" said Sophia chuckling by herself.

"I could also jump of a bridge, but I'm not going to do that, am I? " I grunted while rolling my eyes at her.

"Daddy already prepared the jet, we're leaving this afternoon. Come with us, it'll be fun, plus it's always better than flying commercial. I'm bringing my boyfriend,and I had drinks prepared" said Sophia while re-applying mascara on her eyes .

The fashion week is a fashion industry event (obviously) where fashion designers, brand or "house" displays their latest collection in runway fashion shows to buyers and media, they are mostly held in the fashion capitals like Milan, London, New York or Paris.

The first show will be the Versace fashion show in Milan, the three of us and some other influencers were specially invited to attend this year's fashion show, meaning that we'll have to fly out there this afternoon for the fashion show tonight.

"I hope you guys enjoy, remember that after the show you have to fly directly to Australia. We have a photoshoot for Forbes and the Commandments have been specially invited" said Jacob with bitterness.

"We will be there," I replied with the same amount of bitterness.

We still stayed a bit to discuss the events of the night and how the event will go before finally deciding to go into class.

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After school finished, I got into the car and decided to head home and have my bags packed, unfortunately both my parents and siblings won't be able to attend the shows, as they are they will be taking care other foundations in Paraguay the entire fashion week

After packing my shit, I decide to head to LAX where the jet would be waiting for me. As I arrive and enter the jet, I get to see Sarah and Sophia followed by Brad Ridley (Sophia's boy toy) from the Ridley foundation, and Gabrielle, our make-up artist.

I kiss both of them and finally relax myself on the sofa, I connect my phone to the loud-speaker, play music and dance to it. We get to enjoy, drink, party, and have fun for the next 13 hours and 20 minutes till we land.

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We landed 5 hours ago, the show is about to start in an hour, we're all ready and dressed and currently waiting for the limo to come around to pick us up.

When we finally arrived at the venue, I walked around for the paparazzi pictures, answered interviewer's questions and talked to other guests my age.

After some time, I finally decide to join my friends and sit in the first row and wait for the show to start.

After a few minutes, the lights in the room dimmed out and the spotlights were focused on the runway. One by one, male and female models started to appear on the podium and were walking along the runway with such fierce and determined looks on their faces. All of them looking gorgeous and stunning, made me wonder if I ever will have the opportunity to be one of those models one day.

Suddenly a male model came to view and immediately caught my undivided attention. His straight black hair shot in all directions in a messy, sexy way. He looked about 6'3 and had dark deep blue eyes. I stared at him, but almost like in shock, his face was flawless and perfect, I couldn't swallow. It's like time suddenly stopped and I was forced to look at him against my will. He was so damn gorgeous.

Suddenly, all the lights went off, and five gas bombs were being thrown onto the stage and exploded making everyone around suffocate and cough, next thing I know multiple gun shots were being fired in the air, causing the entire attendants to freak out and spread around in complete madness.

I ran and tried to find Sofia or anyone, but it was completely useless as I lost sight of them and my vision was getting more and more fuzzy.

The bodyguards who were supposed to be taking care of me also seemed to have disappeared, I was left alone without anyone to protect me.

In the cloud of smoke, I see 5 armed, masked men rushing towards me. Just as I thought all hope was lost finally, my two bodyguards appeared from behind me to try and protect me but got knocked out after a few punches hit them square in the jaw. What's the point of having bodyguards if they can't even guard my body properly???

As they were rushing towards me, I did my best to run away from them, but my fat ass tripped and fell on the fucking floor. As I thought that they would grab me and probably kidnap me, that really fine-looking model from earlier went in between us and fought those men like some type of kung-fu dragon, power rangers of the death demon and knocked them out like a light.

He grabbed me and carried me like a sack of potatoes over his shoulder. He might be a hot jock, but the respect he has for me is like non-existent.

He even smelled divine, how is it possible to be so perfect. I wish I could bury my lips in his neck.

As a fresh gush of air greats my lungs I feel my head begin to spin. In the distance I can hear Sarah and Sophia screaming my name. The hot piece of ass carrying me changes direction and walks towards the two sisters. As we get closer to the car, and I can feel my eyes slowly closing due to the amount of toxic gas I had been exposed to. I can't think straight, and as he lays me on the seat, I look at him and say:

"Who are you?" I ask him confused and nauseous.

"The Devil." he answers calmly and gently.

"The... what?" I ask more confused

"Shhhh... don't speak and rest little Angel" he says with a soft voice.

"I am... not... your angel" I finally say, before passing out and drifting away .

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Thank you, for reading my first chapter, I know some parts of it does not make sense but I hope you all enjoyed reading it and if there is anything you want to comment on feel free to do so.

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