Celebrities Gold Digging Princess

Lily's POV

My heart raced as the masked girl approached me with a menacing knife. Panic set in, and I pleaded, "Please, I have a..." My words were cut off, as I noticed Evan and Sophia on the other end.

Desperation took over, and I tried to run towards them. However, the masked lady, relentless in my pursuit, threw a stone in front of me which caused me to trip and fall into the sea, I heard my scream echoing, "Nooo!!!"

Evan's P.O.V

"Lilly nooo!!!" I screamed, falling on my knees but luckily landed on Sophia's laps who had tears in her eyes too.

"Evan it is okay, I am so sorry," Sophia comforted me.

I lay on her lap as she caressed my hair, I couldn't cry, there were just no tears. I promised a family with her, I promised to go on tour and finally bring her out to the public after winning my grammy.

I just watched the love of my life fall off the bridge into the ocean, the worse part is I'll never even get to bury her body as we won't find it in the ocean.

EIGHT YEARS LATER

Amelia's POV

The past few weeks have been a whirlwind of emotions as I helped my grandmother settle into her new assisted living facility. It's a bittersweet experience witnessing her adjust to this new chapter in her life, knowing it's the best decision for her well-being. Amidst this, I've been actively job hunting, sending out resumes, and attending interviews at various publishing firms in South Africa, hoping for a breakthrough in my career.

One sunny afternoon, while sitting in my grandmother's room, my phone chimed with a call from my cousin, Ifeoma, who moved to South Africa a few months ago for job opportunities. I eagerly answered, my heart lightening at the sight of Ifeoma's face on the screen.

"Ifeoma! It's so good to see you," I exclaimed, genuine warmth in my voice.

Ifeoma smiled, but I could sense a hint of exhaustion in her eyes. "Amelia, it's been quite a journey here in South Africa. The job market is tough, as you know."

I nodded empathetically, familiar with the challenges of finding work in a competitive field. "Ifeoma, you're a talented journalist. Something will come your way soon, I'm sure of it."

Ifeoma's expression brightened slightly, appreciating my encouragement. "Thank you, cousin. Speaking of news, I have something interesting to share with you."

Leaning in, intrigued, I asked, "What's going on?"

Ifeoma leaned closer to the camera, her voice lowered to a whisper. "You won't believe the latest gossip from Nigeria. Our famous music artist, Emeka – you know, the one who's been making waves internationally?"

Recalling Emeka's name from headlines, I nodded. "Yes, I've heard of him. What's the news?"

Ifeoma hesitated for a moment before continuing, "Well, it turns out that Emeka has found himself in a rather scandalous situation. He's impregnated an American model, and the story is making headlines both in Nigeria and internationally."

My eyes widened in surprise. "That's... unexpected. I didn't know he was involved with anyone, let alone an American model."

Ifeoma nodded, "Yes, it's causing quite the stir back home. The media is having a field day with it, and fans are both shocked and intrigued. It's all over social media, and there's speculation about how this will impact his career."

Feeling a twinge of sympathy for Emeka, who was undoubtedly facing public scrutiny, I remarked, "Ifeoma, fame comes with its own set of challenges, doesn't it?"

Ifeoma sighed, "It certainly does, cousin. It's a reminder that even the most famous among us have their own personal struggles and moments of vulnerability."

As Ifeoma and I continued our conversation, the news of Emeka's unexpected situation served as a reminder of the complexities of fame and the unexpected twists that life could bring, even for those living on different continents.

Authors POV

Skylar and Amelia had been chatting more frequently in the days following their initial conversation. What had started as a message of support had blossomed into a genuine friendship. They talked about their interests, shared stories about their lives, and even found themselves laughing together over shared jokes.

One evening, as they were video calling, Skylar leaned in closer to her screen, curiosity gleaming in her eyes. "Amelia, I've been meaning to ask you, what do you do for a living? You've been so kind and supportive, and I'd love to know more about you."

Amelia, who had been sipping on her tea, set her cup down and smiled warmly. "Well, Skylar, I came to South Africa to pursue a career in book editing. It's my passion, and I've been sending out applications to publishing firms, but it's been quite challenging to find a job in the field."

Skylar listened intently, nodding sympathetically. "I can imagine how tough the job market can be, especially in such a competitive industry. But you're incredibly talented and dedicated, Amelia. Don't give up."

Amelia's heart warmed at Skylar's words, appreciating the encouragement. "Thank you, Skylar. Your support means the world to me."

Skylar leaned back, her expression thoughtful. Then, an idea seemed to light up her eyes. "Amelia, what if I told you that I might have a solution to your job search?"

Amelia blinked in surprise. "A solution? What do you mean?"

Skylar grinned. "Well, you know how you've always dreamt of working in New York, right?"

Amelia nodded, a hint of longing in her eyes. "Yes, it's been a dream of mine."

Skylar's voice was filled with determination. "Amelia, why don't you come to New York and look for work here? I have connections in the publishing industry, and I know some amazing people who could help you get your foot in the door. You'd be my guest, and we could make it work together."

Amelia was taken aback by Skylar's offer, her heart racing with excitement. "Skylar, that's incredibly generous of you, but I couldn't impose like that."

Skylar waved her hand dismissively. "Nonsense, Amelia! Friends help each other out. Besides, I have a feeling you're going to make a fantastic editor, and I'd love to have you closer, I don't really have friends here so you might fill up that space. What do you say?"

Amelia hesitated for only a moment before a radiant smile spread across her face. "Skylar, I can't thank you enough for this opportunity. I accept your invitation, and I can't wait to start this new chapter in New York."

Skylar's smile matched Amelia's enthusiasm. "That's the spirit! We'll make it work, and I promise it'll be an adventure you won't forget."

As the private jet soared through the clouds en route to New York, Amelia found herself in a seat next to a strikingly handsome man covered in tattoos. His aura exuded confidence and mystery, and his bodyguards stood nearby, a testament to his prominence. They were total strangers sharing the confined space of the luxurious cabin.

Amelia, however, wasn't one to be easily intimidated. Skylar's connections had secured her a place on this exclusive flight, and she had a visa approved thanks to Skylar's influence. Her fearlessness and carefree spirit had gotten her this far.

She settled into her seat and closed her eyes, intending to catch some rest during the journey. Unbeknownst to her, the tattooed man watched her with a mixture of curiosity and admiration. Her peaceful and unafraid demeanor, even in the presence of strangers, left an impression on him.

As the hours passed, the gentle hum of the jet's engines and the rhythmic motion of the flight eventually lulled Amelia into a deep slumber. She shifted in her sleep and inadvertently leaned against the tattooed man, her head resting on his chest.

Her proximity didn't go unnoticed by the vigilant bodyguards, who moved to intervene. However, the tattooed man raised a hand, silently signaling them to stand down. He didn't speak a word; instead, he continued to watch Amelia's peaceful face with a soft, almost affectionate gaze.

Amelia slept soundly, unaware of the unusual connection forming between her and the mysterious stranger beside her. In that moment, the confines of the private jet seemed to shrink, and two worlds collided in the most unexpected way.

The private jet had safely landed in New York, and as the engines powered down, the tattooed man gently tapped Amelia's shoulder to wake her up. Startled, she quickly got up, not even uttering a thank you, and exited the jet, her heart racing with excitement to meet her friend Skylar.

Skylar was waiting outside the jet, her eyes filled with anticipation. As Amelia stepped onto the tarmac, their joyful reunion was filled with laughter and hugs. Skylar was thrilled that her friend had made the journey, and Amelia couldn't have been happier to see a familiar face in this new city.

Meanwhile, inside the jet, the tattooed man was left with a sense of intrigue and curiosity. He was accustomed to adoring fans and admirers, but this encounter was different. The woman who had slept on his chest seemed completely unfazed by his presence, and she had left without so much as a word of thanks.

Something about her indifference had ignited a spark of curiosity within him that he couldn't ignore. He had never met a woman who treated him this way, and it piqued his interest in a way he couldn't explain.

Ignoring the protests of his bewildered bodyguards, he made a hasty exit from the jet, determined to catch a glimpse of the woman who had left such an impression on him. As he stepped onto the tarmac, he was met with the blaring horn of a car's arrival.

Amelia and Skylar were already on their way, driving off in the excitement of their reunion, leaving the tattooed man standing there, his curiosity growing with each passing moment. He watched the car drive away, a newfound intrigue filling his thoughts. For the first time in a long time, he was captivated by someone who didn't seem captivated by him, and he couldn't help but wonder what made her so different.