His Queen’s Impostor

I always wander why all people wants to be rich? Is it because they think being rich is having all the money and riches that could sustain you forever? Ironic. I am a girl born with a silver spoon on my mouth. Everyone envy my life. They see me as the beautiful girl blessed with riches, looks and talent. What they don’t know is the thing hiding in darkness.

“Be presentable! You should impressed Mister Huntson and his son, Leandra.” my mother strictly commanded me as she looked at me with cold eyes on the huge mirror. I sighed before nodding, lazily combing my long jet black hair contrasting my very white and porcelain skin. I also have an almond shaped eyes with hazel brown colored orbs. I glanced at my mother as she stood up, storming out of my room. His chinky eyes isn’t even the same as mine. Is she really my mother? Shaking my head, I licked my lips and pouted it a bit.

My lips are naturally red. The shape of my face is like a heart, always envied many girls. My chin is also cute and my brows doesn’t need to be draw as it was very beautiful and shaped on its own as well as my long and curvy eyelashes. Sighing, I pouted more as I looked at my phone. Ten. Ten days till my engagement party and I still can’t think of any plan to run away from it.

This is the dark side of being rich. The tradition that our family have been doing for many centuries. Certain things must go in its manner in order to stay on top. Where the heck did they even get that?

After drying my hair, I decided to read some books to kill the time but since I am not that engrossed with the vampire book on my bed, I just wander around our big garden. The maids are eyeing me with eyes full of emotions. Whatever, they want to be rich meanwhile I just want to be a poor rat, at least rats are free, unlike me. All the actions and words need to be filtered, all decisions coming from my parents.

I want my damn frigging freedom!

Rolling my eyes, I jumped on a big limestone going down to seashore. What’s good about being rich is that, you can buy anything that can satisfy your need and wants. Seeing the calm waves of the sea crashing on to the white fine sands, a thought suddenly came into my mind.

I could escape the engagement by the sea but I am very sure my parents will put guards here! Pissed, I just sat on the white sands, letting it touched my skin.

The thing about being an old rich family is that, people expect you to be always on top of everything, that your parents is so willing to marry their daughter to expand their influence and acquire assets that will make them holds more power from the higher class of the society.

Why would my parents carelessly wants me to marry a stranger? For Pete’s sake I haven’t met the guy! I only knew about his name and background. And he is rumored to be a playboy! Even so, I will not let myself marry on a very early age. I am turning eighteen and I lack of experience yet they already want me to tie the knot. Insane. I am starting to think if they really are my biological parents. First, we don’t look alike! Second, I grew up without their parenting, just the maids around me. Third, I...darn! They are ruthless to me!

Am I really an Atkinson?

Am I really their daughter?

I can’t think of any plan and I so hate it whenever I thought of marrying that arrogant asshole! I met him three days ago and swear to all saints, he got the face but not the attitude! You just can’t have it all, really!

Days passed quickly and I am starting to feel anxious. I glanced at my reflection on the mirror as I heaved a deep sigh.

“Miss Leandra Azalea,” irritated, I put down the hair brush and gritted my teeth when I heard a knock.

“What?” I shouted from the inside staring at the door with pissed eyes.

“M-Madame Carolina wants you to fix yourself,” I heard her trembling voice.

I know what Mom is up to! She’s setting me to that asshole! That Kent guy is a crude bastard. Sighing I don’t have any choice but to...

“Alright!” I answered back and looked at my reflection again. When will I have my freedom? Right! I will try to convince Kent besides I think a playboy like him will never want to be tied right? It will only hinder his playing with girls.

Excited and feeling a faint hope, I went to my closet and picked a black spaghetti dress paired with a strappy sandal and my hair downed. I cleared my throat and smiled at the mirror, I should gave him a smile that would convince him!

Proud at my plan, I went downstairs with a big smile, my Mom eyed me with her cold eyes, brows shutting up and probably confused on why I am smiling when just the last day I almost blow a fire to them.

I noticed Kent’s eyes surveying me with a smirk. I felt disgusted by the way he looked at me but it is for my freedom so I must be strong.

“Hi!” I warmly greeted when I came near them, my Mom turned to Kent then to me.

“Kent wants to take you to date,” her voice doesn’t even sounds bothered, very unlike on how a normal mother should react when someone wants to date her only daughter. Well, she did want to marry me off so...

“Sure!’ I answered. I almost rolled my eyes, of course, even if I say no she would still push me out of the house just to date this guy. I smiled fakely to him. “Uhm, shall we go now?”

He nodded and bid goodbye to my mother before we went out of the mansion, the house maids’ eyeing us like we are some sort of drama, ugh!

Kent open the door of his shining Corolla Altis, I smiled and when he closed the door, I almost puke! I really am a good actress, eh? Perhaps I should consider being an artist in the future. I mocked on my head. I cleared my throat when he enter and started the engine.

I felt really awkward the whole ride, he’s asking me things and I am very humble to answer it but whenever I’ll get too carried with the topic his hands will snake into my thighs which I am quick to shove away.

I faked a smile when we reached a fine dining restaurant, all eyes bore into us as they whispers to each other. I remained my serious face and flip my long black hair as I graced the restaurant with Kent. He reserved a table for us and we sat on the far left.

After we ordered we casually talk to each other but I will lie if I will say that I don’t feel any awkwardness and discomfort especially when I noticed his eyes dropping on my chest as he grossly smiled.

“So you are fond of horses?” he asked as we ate our foods. O

Obviously! We have a big structure just beside our mansion and there we house almost a dozen of horses. And sometimes due to boredom I will ride them and stroll the long stretch of the beach.

I smiled. “Yes,”

“That’s good, we could use that you know...” he flashed a nasty smile making my face paled as my hands reach for a glass of water while trembling. The guts! I should have said it to him earlier cause now, he is getting all my smiles and kindness in the wrong way!

I cleared my throat when I finished my food. I flashed a serious face and looked at him, the disgusting smirk never leaving his lips.

“Hunston...” I seriously called his attention. He arched his brows and I never felt so disgusted and uncomfortable my whole life that all I wanna do is to vomit on his face!

“Why call my last name? Just Kent, Leandra. What is with the sudden formality?” he asked still smiling.

Gritting my teeth and clenching my hands into fist under the table, I speak trying to hide the dripping irritation and anger.

“I can’t take this anymore.” I said and his smile vanishes. “I can’t marry you and I don’t want to marry you, Kent Hunston.”

His face looked disappointed as he shook his head. “Why?”

“Don’t ask me. I just don’t want to marry to anyone.” I said fiercely. “So, I know you are a playboy and being tied to me, I will be a shackle to your deeds,”

He shook his head and smile, making shiver run down my spine. Damn I think I know his answer by the way he eyed me from head to foot as he licked his lips.

“Do you think I am a fool, Leandra?” he mischievously smiled. I cursed mentally.

“Please I am begging you, I can give you anything just...break the engagement!” my desperation showed on my face. This is the only way I could think of other than escaping!

“Please...please...I want my freedom,” I pleaded. He just shook his head and smiled evilly as he crossed his arms on his chest.

“No way...besides you won’t be shackle to my sexual deeds but instead...you will make it more exciting!” he laughed. “Do you see the looks on their faces?” he asked while looking at the people on the restaurant. “They looked at us as if we are some sort of god!”

My eyes become teary. He is hopeless!

“There’s no chance I will let your beautiful face and sexy body go.” he sarcastically smiled as I prevent myself from crying and slapping him. “Might as well consumed you,”

Clenching my teeth, I didn’t speak even if he shifted the topic. No fucking way I am talking to a crude man! He knows nothing but sex. I am surprised he didn’t bring me to a motel or something after that meal.

When I reached our home I quickly went upstairs and harshly pushed the door close. It created a very loud thud that I already pictured out the maids jerking and jumping in shock.

“Ah!” I screamed on my pillow. My hope slowly slipping as I failed on that guy. The only possible plan I could execute is escaping. That night I cried as I think of many ways on how I can run away.

Staring down at the busy people on our big garden, I can’t help but grimaced at the thought that tonight is the scariest night for me. It would be the biggest announcement that will surely make the society go insane as the most powerful family in this country will tell the whole world that they are going to bind their family with also, one of the richest family here, darn.

Sighing, I intently looked at all the maids arranging the tables and chair, throwing them a death glare but I guess this won’t work, right? Instead of watching them, I went down and walk straight to the limestone going down on the beach. What time is it? Four in the afternoon yet no one remembered my birthday! Tears pooled in my eyes as I quietly sobbed. I just turned eighteen I am very legal, a real woman but heck...this is the real event that should call for a celebration and party but what? They are there busy planning things after we get married!

All they think about is their riches! Money...fuck money and power.

I parted my lips when I felt like I am losing air from the crying as I watched the sun set. Is this really my fate? I gasped looking around and immediately standing up when I saw someone approaching me.

“Here you are,” he smile wickedly, his boots stepping on the sand while I stepped back, my arms raising in a protective manner. I will never forget the way he lingered his stares at me the first time we met.

“What the heck are you doing here?” I shouted full of angst. He smirked, his hands unbuttoning his polo. My eyes widened and my heart beat raise like hell. Trembling, I looked at him with my angry and fierce stunt but he just smiled evilly. I looked around to seek for help but he immediately closed the distance between us, harshly pulling my nape for a wild and...disgusting kiss!

I grunted as I felt his hands on my buttocks. He bit my lips causing me to taste rust and his tongue exploring my mouth. I felt nothing but disgust as I struggled from his grip. He grunted and harshly pushed me. I fell flat on the sand as he sat on top of me, tears pooling in my eyes, I tried to scratch his face with my long nails but he dodge it and slap me so hard.

“Stop wiggling!” he angrily spat. Pinning my arms on top of my head. I screamed but it was muffled when he kissed me again. Tears brimmed more and I only feel so angry, why am I experiencing this?! Furious I looked at him as he smirked evilly but it vanishes when his eyes directed on mine. His face paled and for a moment he looked so scared. I took advantage of it. I quickly throw a punch that landed on his face, making him fell on top of me. Not getting content, instead of running, I tuned to him.

“Fuck you!” I shouted and forcefully kicked his crotch, pushing his chest before running on the stone stairs.

“You ungrateful bitch!” he screamed.