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Fearlessly Authentic

She rose from the ashes and danced in the fire. ....................... She, Eira (Eye-Ra) May Wilson, was a an innocent girl, trapped in a family of wolves, who wanted her wealth and power. She gave them all to her 'family', when she had given everything, and was left with nothing, they left her to die, in the darkness. They say blood is thicker than water. She laughed at herself. What a naive girl she was, but now she will not be. She ran away from everyone, to make herself stronger. Her setback was a blessing, she survived what was meant to destroy her. She came back like a boss....... fabulous, wiser, stronger than ever. ......................... SHE WILL DESTROY EVERYTHING WHICH HAD DESTROYED HER ............................. *** The cover pic is not mine, I took it from Pinterest***

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Ugly Annabelle

The guards looked for Eira, but they did not find her. The news of her disappearance quickly spread in the venue. Everyone was confused and another rumor started spreading, it said that Eira was addicted to drugs. Many elders in the venue were disgusted by Eira. Many girls sneered at the thought of Eira and many men were already having fantasies about her in different positions. Getting a whore like her would be easy, they thought.

Martin looked at the smiling faces of his relatives and smirked.

The rumors were enough to destroy Eira's chance of coming in the company. Anna was happy and took a sip of a wine which she took from a waiter. She drank happily with her mother, Sara.

After a few minutes, because of the seafood Anna had an upset stomach, she walked towards the restroom. She touched her makeup and her vision started to blur, her hands tightened as she focused on her reflection, she rubbed her forehead.

She walked out of the restroom and walked towards her friends, she felt like some bugs were crawling on her skin as she rubbed her hands on her body. Her head felt heavy and her organs felt like they were moving inside her body, her body felt light and she thought she was flying. Her brain seemed to malfunction at the moment, so she sat there with her friends and took wine from the waiter who was passing by and she gulped the wine like she was drinking water.

Sara, who was with her husband was talking with some of the shareholders, felt her vision turning blurry.

The wife of the shareholder was draped in white gown adorned with diamonds. She was around 50, but looked like she was in her mid 30s. She had natural makeup, she looked really beautiful, with her big brown eyes and brown curly bangs. The shareholder was the third largest shareholder after the second mysterious shareholder.

"Mrs. Finn hasn't aged at all" President Wilson complimented the lady.

"What 'hasn't aged at all', she is always coming out of a cosmetic surgery clinic, look at her face covered in plastic, I even heard that she uses blood made cream for her face" Sara sneered as she glared at Mrs. Finn.

Mrs. Finn glanced at the lady in front, Sara could be considered a beauty with doll-like features, her emerald eyes and natural curly blonde hair. But to maintain her figure and face like a 20 year old girl, she had done a lot of plastic work, making her look like a complete Annabelle doll.

Mrs. Finn didn't mind her words as she knew you could not win in an argument with a jealous lady.

But her husband was beyond angry.

"Look who is saying, an Annabelle like a doll criticizing" Mr. Finn glared at Mrs. Wilson.

President Wilson tried to calm the angry man who did not give him any face and left the venue with his wife.

President Wilson glared at his wife who was fuming mad at the Shareholder who had just called her 'Annabelle'.

"Who are you glaring at Mr.?" she yelled at her husband.

"What in the world did you say to Mrs. Finn? Have you lost your mind?" President Wilson glared as he walked past her trying to control himself from losing control in front of the guests.

"Did you just call me ugly Annabelle?" Sara yelled as she heard her husband calling her ugly.

President Wilson paused in his steps as he smiled at the crown forming near them, he turned to look at his wife who was glaring daggers at him, the kind and generous face she maintained was now angry and disgusting. A frown appeared on his face. He walked near her and tried dragging her out, as she had really lost her mind after drinking a lot of wine.

"You, slut, what did you just call me?" Sara pushed her husband who was dragging her away, she pointed her finger at a young girl around 15 years.

The young girl shrugged as she tried to hide behind her mother.

"You, 5 dollars whore, called me an ugly Annabelle, ahhhhhhhh, you will pay for that bitch" she yelled as she slapped the young girl on her cheeks. She pushed the girl on the ground and pulled the hair of the young girl. She started tearing the clothes on the girl as she screamed and cursed. She scratches her nails on the girl's smooth face, turning the girl into a bloody mess.

Everyone was stupefied looking at the kind lady who turned into a completely different person at the moment.

The young girl was weak and she could not free herself from Sara, the mother of the girl was too shocked and tried to free her daughter from the hands of Sara when she was too beaten by Sara. President Wilson pulled his wife away from the chaos as he dragged her to the room he had booked in the hotel.

He came back to apologize to the family of the young girl, who had already left the venue in anger.

Anna at the moment was unbothered by the commotion, was completely drunk and had started to throw up in the venue, her friends left her as she was a mess at the moment.

Ricky helped his sister and put her in the room, booked for her.

The whole party was in complete disorder.

Everyone gradually left the venue after enjoying the show.

...…..

Eira looked at the scene from faraway. She smirked.

She turned around to leave the venue when she bumped into a wall.

Who placed a huge wall in the middle of the venue? She groaned in pain as she thought.

She opened her eyes and found out that the wall was a living person's chest.

She looked up to see the blue eyes of a familiar face, she recalled that he was a friend of Ricky, a Morris. He had once helped her.

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