GABRIELLE.

Right now, I'm depressed.

I had a lot going through my mind at the same time and honestly, it's frustrating.

For the past hour, I have been wandering the streets of New York aimlessly, wearing nothing but sweatpants and an oversized cardigan that made me look like a middle aged woman. At this point, I could care less if anyone recognised and I doubt anyone sane would even think to assume it's me and not my always regular looking sister.

Mom had tried to talk to me and manipulate me with her false tears over and over last night but eventually, she gave up when I angrily locked her out of my room.

The fact that I realized all too late that I've always been just a tool to my mom, hurt my pride more than anything else cause I genuinely loved her and I was always happy that she had chosen me but it turns out, she always knew who the actual fool was between my sister and I and 

LIAM.

Lunch with Ella's sister was partly cool. I mean, it's more than obvious that she's an obnoxious human being but she isn't exactly the empty head that I thought she was.

As much as I hate comparing two different people, I must say that both girls are nothing alike at all.

Elle, for starters, is basically only interested in things that involve making loads of money and being the center of attention whilst doing it and she isn't exactly passionate about anything she does. When I tried talking to her as a fellow fashion company director, she basically shut me off and said that she never talked about her work outside work, except when necessary because it bored her to death.

Ella, on the other hand, loved talking about her work. It's one of the many things that made me instantly attracted to her. There's so much passion in her voice whenever she talked about being a designer and wh

Gabrielle.

Something fishy was happening with my mom and I could sense it.

Normally, I tried as much as I could to avoid getting involved in mom's business and although I know just how callous she is, I most of the time pretend not to understand her and I play dumb whenever I overhear any of her confidential conversations.

After the issue with Martin, mom had assured me that she would most definitely find all means to solve it and I could already imagine how she planned on doing so but as usual, I pretended to be clueless about it.

A few days back, I had called Gabriella in order to find out if Martin had told her anything and she actually avoided talking about him but after a lot of persuasion from me, she eventually let the cat out of the bag and told me that he was involved in an accident that almost cost him his life and now, he's in a coma.

I would be lying if I said I wasn't r

GABRIELLE.

Right now, I'm depressed.

I had a lot going through my mind at the same time and honestly, it's frustrating.

For the past hour, I have been wandering the streets of New York aimlessly, wearing nothing but sweatpants and an oversized cardigan that made me look like a middle aged woman. At this point, I could care less if anyone recognised and I doubt anyone sane would even think to assume it's me and not my always regular looking sister.

Mom had tried to talk to me and manipulate me with her false tears over and over last night but eventually, she gave up when I angrily locked her out of my room.

The fact that I realized all too late that I've always been just a tool to my mom, hurt my pride more than anything else cause I genuinely loved her and I was always happy that she had chosen me but it turns out, she always knew who the actual fool was between my sister and I and she decided that since I would do anything and everything to impress her, she would use me to satisf

Chapter 26.