"You are getting married and that's final," Her Father said is voice loud and angry, and she had just arrived home from school to hear the biggest news of her life. "Dad, I'm in no mood for this right now. What do you mean I'm getting married? I'm barely Eighteen!!" She said her face red. She just got back from late night class, and she is too tired for another of her family dramas. "Vladimir Markin would be your husband," the man said. "Vlad what!!! Ivanie shrieks back the color draining from her face completely. What does he mean by Vladimir why Vladimir, who's Vladimir? "Dad!!" she was almost screaming. "No more, Ivanie," her father snapped, going back to take his seat. Ivanie turned to see her mother in a corner with her head down, barely looking at her. 'Right, who could oppose her father he was the great Williams Shanks, and finally say was his best work yet'. Ivanie ran up the stairs pissed her bag, jingling along with her as she ran up to her room. As soon as she was behind closed doors, "Argh," she screamed her head off angry and unable to contain her anger. She punched the pillow desperately, trying to convey her frustration. "I'm so not getting married, never," Ivanie yelled. ••••• Who was Ivanie? A golden spoon teen who was born out of wealth, she had everything you could wish everything money could buy. She was rude, nonchalant, and way too Sarcastic; if she wanted it, she got it. Jace is a fourth generation born with a golden spoon. Nothing escapes his eyes, not the school's beauty or the good things. Malachi? He's a total playboy who has his eyes everywhere and doesn't like being committed. He would rather promise you a memorable night than love. Jessica? The school total bitch. She's a copycat seeking attention. She's fuckinh rich but never gets satisfied with anything. •••• "Sir Vladimir your mom has purchased the ticket back home, we will be flying back tomorrow" The man in the back seat of a high-profile car said nothing, he scrolled through his phone looking at his scheduled table. "And she has sent the picture of the girl I will be emailing it to you, " James Vladimir's assistant said sending the mail to Vladimir. It took Vladimir a while before he clicked on the mailbox. The picture of the girl popped up and written on it was her full birth name. "Ivanie Shanks........ hmm" Vladimir's cold voice uttered as he adjusted his tie and scrolled through her information.
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The next day of school Ivanie came down her Benz her hair tied in a knot, she wore her school navy blue coat which was aligned with knee-length blue skirts, and socks that were at ankle length although the rest of the girls preferred them with long stockings, she was fine with it reaching the ankle.
*Oh look it Ivanie*
*She seemed pissed off*
*It's still early who could have gotten her annoyed*
Ivanie made her way to class without answering greetings from the junior, she had her bag on her back and a cup of warm coffee, she had refused breakfast as she couldn't bear to sit at the same table with her dad in order not to cause another early morning drama.
"Ivanie"
Britney Ivanie's close friend called as soon as she was in, Britney noticed the look on her face.
"Hey, down to earth to Ivanie" Ivanie's eyes rolled as she took her seat.
"Am on earth Britney no need to bring me down" Ivanie told her.
"What are you thinking?" Britney asked her childhood best friend if they were simply inseparable.
"Nothing" Ivanie replied.
"Once you are ready, then you can tell me what's wrong" Britney said not pushing it.
A murmur arose in the class as the student began making way for who was coming in, Knowing who it was and what it was about, Ivanie sipped her coffee with a smirk.
"Ivanie!!!" The high-pitched female voice called as she walked in with her two underlings.
"Jeez calm down Jessica have you joined the school choir you seem to be improving with your automatic loud voice not in a good way though," Britney said taunting the lady.
"Shut up Britney, am not talking to you, Ivanie what going on between you and Jace?" Jessica said her blonde hair which was done seemed to be angry with her as it flew about the place as she moved.
The class kept quiet staring between Ivanie and Jessica with Ivanie calmly seated and having her coffee not minding the annoyed Jessica.
"Am talking to you" Jessica called out, after Ivanie was satisfied with her coffee she then turned to face Jessica.
"What did you say?, sorry I put all my being into enjoying my coffee I don't like interruptions while feasting on something sweet it spoils my mood," Ivanie told her.
"You little .......... Jessica breathe in and out trying to control herself before speaking again ".
"I said what going on between you and Jace?"
"Jace?" Ivanie shrug.
"Nothing just two casual teen dating" Came Ivanie reply.
"What ........WHAT....you are dating Jace, how dare you little witch, Jace he's mine" Jessica became frantic as she raised her hand to pull at Ivanie's hair but she was yanked back instead by another who had just walked into the scene.
Jessica turned to see she was being held back by Malachi Jace's friend, he gave her a little smile before asking.
"What's that pretty girl" Malachi tilted his head trying to see Jessica's face clearly.
Jace walked into the scene his mood sour, he got close to Ivanie and cupped her cheek.
"Are you hurt, baby?" Jace said not sparing a look at Jessica whose eyes were wide, the class cooed looking at the two trending couples in school.
Britney had a lopsided smile on her face looking anywhere else but Ivanie and Jace.
Jessica ran out of the class her nose runny, she wanted Jace but he had his eyes on Ivanie.
"Are you sure you aren't hurt?" Jace asked again worried Jessica might have done something.
"Am fine" Ivanie grinned, she pulled Jace to sit with her as the class was about to begin
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Looking at the ticking clock continuously, Ivanie sighs for the fifth time.
It was a long torturing weekend and she was stuck at home with her family.
Her dad was busy making preparations for his coming guest.
"Am I needed here", seated on her bed Ivanie turned to look at her mom who insisted she stay.
"You know how your father is, he would make things difficult for you if you disobey his orders, you should be a good girl this time Ivanie"
"Fine Mom" Ivanie replied.
Mrs shanks caresses her daughter's hair before turning to leave the room.
Ivanie watched her mother leave after the door shut closed.
Ivanie flung off her duvet which had been used in wrapping herself up earlier.
She was fully dressed down to her foot, she let out a dimpled smile making the bed and grabbing her bag.
Ivanie opened her window and swung out climbing the pole down to the first floor before using the back gate to escape the security at the main gate.
"Ivanie"
A Benz pulled to a stop In front of her, Ivanie laughed seeing her rebellious set of friends.
Britney and Malachi at the back seat while Jace was the driver.
She was quick to take her seat in the front seat close to Jace.
"Ready babe?" Jace asked.
"Born ready" came Ivanie's reply and they drove off to have fun.
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