My name is Sasha Amelia Johnson, and I am a 19-year-old girl. I am the daughter of Charles Ronald Johnson, who is the CEO and owner of F.B.C, a well-known famous fashion company. I was spoiled rotten and was Daddy's favorite daughter. I had many friends and was very popular at my University of Fashion. I could do anything I wanted, but there was one thing my father hated, which was disobedience.

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Currently, in Johnson's mansion were two girls arguing.

"Hey! That dress was supposed to be mine!" yelled Amanda.

She was, unfortunately, my half-sister. My father remarried four years later after my mother died.

He told me beautiful stories that she was a kind person and would love it if I got along with my siblings, but we both knew it was an impossible task.

I know for a fact that my stepmother is a gold digger skunk along with her two children.

I flipped my long silky blonde hair, fluttered my baby blue eyes, and placed both arms on my curvy hips.

"Umm, excuse me! But who said this dress was yours. If I remember correctly, you stole this dress from me and implicated it was yours." I said and pointed a finger.

Amanda was a short black haired girl with green eyes. She was very skinny and maintained it by eating very little food. She loved causing a scene and taking what is mine. Her most notable characteristics are her shouts. She was 16 years old.

"N-No, that's a lie!" she yelled.

The commotion caused Reina, my second half-sister, to come.

"That dress is hers, so stop lying, Sasha. I saw Amanda bought it herself." Reina said, causing Amanda to give a triumph smile.

Reina was a girl with blond curly hair that reached her mid-back, had green eyes, and a slender body. She always loved covering up for her sister. Reina was 17 years old, only a year older than Amanda. She was intelligent than her sister and knew the right words to say, to get someone to lose their temper. However, I always had an old trick up my sleeve.

I twirled a lock of my hair. "Who told you to butt in. Whatever, why don't we let Father decide since I do remember that he was with me when I bought this lovely dress." I said slyly.

Both Amanda and Reina became stiff. They didn't take that into account. Honestly, I would gladly enjoy bonding with them if they were not such pricks. Jealousy could be the root of all evil sometimes. But I can see why they are jealous and frustrated though I won't let them walk over me.

Amanda gritted her teeth, feeling the urge to slap me.

"What is going on?" said my stepmother. A woman who seduced my father for his money, and I know it's the case, walked into my room. Her name was Laura Cordell, now laura Johnson. I shot her a fake smile.

She was gorgeously beautiful, and I could see why my father fell for her. She had her black hair in a bun, had green emerald eyes, and was quite tall. Laura looked like a royal; however, she was a wolf in sheep's clothing.

"Oh, stepmother, Amanda is accusing me of stealing this dress that's hers, but Father saw me buy this," I said with a smile and motioned to my dress. I wore a red dress that reached above the knee, it exposed my shoulders and a bit of cleavage, and I must say it fit in the right places.

My stepmother twitched her eye, which meant that she was irritated

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Suddenly she smiled at me."Where are you going in such a dress in the night, Sasha?" she asked.

I replied with a fake smile back."I have permission from Father, who is at work. And if you want to know, I will meet my friend Rihanna, so I hope it is not a problem. Is it stepmother?"

"Of course not. Go on," Laura said and moved out of my way.

I could feel them glare daggers at the back of my head, but I didn't mind. Our Father allows me freedom, unlike them. My younger stepsisters feel like it is unfair he allows; me to go out late at night and party with my friends. So, Amanda wanted to prevent me from going out and staying at home, which was a useless and stupid attempt.

"Hey, girlfriend!" squealed Rihanna, one of my closest friends. Her father was a man who owned a large fabric company and was partners with my father.

She had black-short hair placed on one side, hazel-brown eyes, a slender body, and was the same height as me.

I stepped into her red sports car that was the latest model.

"Are you ready to have fun!" I squealed excitedly.

She winked."Of course, I never miss a party, Sasha," she said and switched the key in the car.

I waved goodbye at my half-sisters and stepmother because I could see they were looking at me through the window with contntment.

Unfortunately, my stepfamily were those from a fairy tale. They match the stereotypes perfectly.

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We arrived at a club called 'Hot' which you could only enter if you had an invitation. It was the place to be for people with high status, basically rich people.

"Invitation please," said a muscular man wearing a black suit.

"Of course" I smiled and gave him both Rihanna and my invitation cards.

He nodded and let us through. Rihanna and I both looked at each other and fist-pumped.

'*sigh*My life is so great I thought.

The club was booming with noise and was lively with people dancing and drinking.

I told Rihanna I would get myself a drink and left her to flirt with boys as usual.

"A glass of cocktail please," I said to the bartender.

"I guess you are a fancy type of girl," said a deep and husky voice.

I turned around to meet a man that looked around my age. He looked intimidating but that appealed to me. He had this dangerous glint in his eyes which made him look incredibly handsome somehow.

He had jet black straight hair, dark brown eyes, and was well built. I noticed he had a snake-like tattoo on his wrist.

'Hmmm'

"A strong tequila," he said to the bartender.

"My name's Leo what's yours, cutie," he said in his husky voice. He leaned his back against the counter and stared at me.

I blushed a tint of pink because I stared too long. "Sasha, nice to meet you, Leo"

Once the bartender got our drinks Leo gave me mine and raised his cup.

He smirked."Cheers to our first encounter and I hope to many more"

I smiled. "Cheers"

If I only knew that he was a bastard then I would have never disobeyed my father for the first time...