CHAPTER ONE
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"Ah a heart wrenching pain hit her head,
groaning from pain, her head painful as
though hit by a hammer. She tried opening
her heavy eyes but couldn't, she felt a
splitting headache as painful and ague
memories of someone flashed
through,trying to sort out they look real and also unreal at the same time.
After a while which felt like eternity, the
sleeping beauty on the bed slowly open her
eyes and closed it back subconsciously at
the blaring light, her long willow lashes like
feather open once againsquinting for a
while to get use to the light.
Her sickly pale white translucent skin, long
curly willow lashes, palm size face, big
brown eyes, supple lips. A gorgeous and
youthful face and hourglass figure,with auburn curly hair.
Looking at the unfamiliar princess theme
room, which was a far cry from her
dormitory single bed bunk.
Wow!
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The room glows in shades of soft blush,
rose gold, and creamy ivory, every detail
radiating luxury and elegance. The
centerpiece is an oversized canopy queen
size bed draped in layers of sheer pink silk
and velvet, crowned with a tufted, diamond-
studded headboard that glimmers under
the chandelier's crystal droplets. The
chandelier itself hangs like a cascade of
sparkling stars, flooding the room with a warm, fairy-tale glow.
The walls are painted in a delicate ballet-
pink tone, framed with ornate gold-trimmed
moldings, while one accent wall shimmers
with blush satin wallpaper embroidered
with subtle floral patterns. Plush, snow-
white rugs are spread across the polished
marble floor, making the room both regal and inviting.
A vanity table, carved with floral details and
finished in glossy ivoryfilled with skin care
and cosmetics, stands near the tall arched
windows, which are dressed in layers of
blush silk curtains tied back with tasseled
cords. Across the room stood a crystal
display case filled with dolls, tiaras, and sparkling jewelry.
The study corner features a carved antique
desk with gold inlays, and a high-backed
velvet chair in soft pink, perfect for reading
or sketching. Every accessory—from the
gilded picture frames to the rose-quartz
lamp bases—reflects the girl's taste for elegance.
Fresh pink roses in a crystal vase add
fragrance to the air, while subtle recessed
lighting casts a dreamy aura throughout.
By the side stood a door made from
mahogany, inside laid a walk-in closet that
covered the entirety of the room, clothes
from different seasons, hats, shoes, bags,
glasses, wristwatch and everything one
could think off, some of which limited
edition with few release in years. Scanning
through the items in confusion, where the
hell was she, she could remember sleeping
in her room back at the University hostel
after hearing her coursemate talking all
day long about a novel, she had turn deaf
ear to their chattering focusing purely on
her studies, during break after exams she
had been quite bored all alone at the
dormitory with little to no one and been
miles away from home, she couldn't go
back, handling her part time work at the
same time, last night back from work, she
sighted the novel that her friends have been
in about out of curiosity she borrowed it
home to read, after few chapters she slept off.
Walking unsteadily with her weak body,
Maya walked out of the room adjoin hers,
searching around she soon found her
phone, a sleek pink iphone on the vanity,
the latest model that she had always
dreamed of, sitting on the bed trying piece
together to he fuzzy images in her mind
"Knock knock,"
the door soon push open a beautiful petite
girl with black hair and clothes that sems to
be uniform walked in with a tray, on seeing
the awoken Maya she screamed with tears
falling from her face.
"Miss Miss oh my goodness thank God you are safe",
she rushed towards her placing the tray on
the night stand
"Miss are you alright, are you hurting anywhere, should I call the doctor"?
She rushed the question smiling yet crying
at the same time
She looks stupid Maya thought to herself
and who is she calling miss
"Who are you and where am I,"
she managed to utter feeling drained and
thirsty
" Miss what wrong, have your fever increased she burst into tears.
"Wuwu"
"Alright stop crying"
Maya frowned in displeasure feeling slight
headache from the nose
"Get me a cup of water first"
She rushed to the nightstand which held a
jar of water and some other things.
After drinking the water she recovered little strength.
I will ask the questions again and you must answer honestly.
She nodded her head like a rattle drum
"Who am I, where is this place and why am I here"
"Miss you are Maya Smith the only
daughter of James Smith CEO of Smith
conglomerate one of the noble and influential families in city A.
"Wuwu miss did you hit your head, how can
you forget your identity, what should I do,
should I call master, a panicked expression on her face
"Why are you crying again".
Maya expression turn stern. Continue
"Yes miss, she lowered her head with an aggrieved expression.
"This is your room miss it was designed by
your mother who was once an international
interior designer, miss you've always live
here in the Smith estate since you were like little".
"Em miss should I call the doctor"
"No need Maya replied trying to digest the information.
How did I fall sick", she asked
She hesitated but feeling the glare from
Maya she curtously replied
"Miss you went out partying two months
ago you drove late at night while drunk, she
looked up at Maya and continue, you
wouldn't
let the driver take you back and
sent him away, while driving recklessly on
the road, you hit the bridge rails, your
car fell into the river, she pause for a few
seconds . When we heard the news master
and young master spared no efforts to find you.