the rich chick (Swaron FF) *imp note* - Page 5

Originally posted by: arch2012

Oh! great Safi you started one more ff after completing your ss Wonderful

looking forward to it & story is fantastic.

Update soon

Originally posted by: --Rose--

wow... very nice concept dear:):) plz continue...

Originally posted by: cutiepie0412

Saf🤗shwetz🤗

Amazing intro👍🏼thanks a lot!

Nice concept😃

Looking forward to this ff ohh keep looking frwd to it!

Cont soon😊sure ill update sonn!

Originally posted by: Hoppy

I liked the concept, PM me the updates please

Originally posted by: tejukor

hey safi...i had read ur ss recently...n m speechless...ur writing talent was hell superb n i dont thing k mujhe apne muh se tarif kerne ki jarurat hai...as its worldwide truth nw or u can say IF world truth...😆 although i didnt get time to comment on that but nw am here to praise ur talent...

toh new ff ha...😛 am excited...concept seem very interesting m looking forward to read it.

but safi dont forget to pm me...as m not in ur buddy list but plzzz dont make this lame excuse... try to pm me...

Originally posted by: additive_monaya

Amazing

Loving it

Do pm me pls😳

Originally posted by: d3lover90

Update..
Pls pm me..

CHAPTER ONE:

"Miss, your credit card was denied." The young employee said softly. I raised my eyebrow, shooting daggers with my eyes at the innocent associate at Gucci. I rudely snatched my black credit card back, as the associate jumped back, clearly startled. "Try this one." I snarled, handing the employee my platinum credit card. The worker ran off back to the cash register, ringing up my items, again. I glanced beside me, as my two followers, who both had matching bleached blonde hair and cheap blue eye contacts. I knew they only wanted to befriend me to gain some popularity, since I was the girl who everyone adored in school. I let them follow me, anyway, since it would just raise my status. "Girls, what do you think of my new Tiffany's bracelet? Daddy just bought me it yesterday." I bragged, swinging my thin wrists in their faces.

The gold charm bracelet glistened in the store's lighting, as Tracy and Stacy beamed. "That's the new charm bracelet they just released! You are so lucky." Tracy gushed. I flipped my sleek, long black hair behind my shoulders and snickered. "Daddy had it pre-ordered just for me." Stacy spoke up this time, adoring the chunks of gold that was weighing down on my wrists. "It's so cute, I would die for one." I opened my mouth to further on my bragging rights, but I was cut off by the tiny employee who returned to me. This time, she had her hand sticking out with my platinum credit card in her palms. "Miss, I regret telling you, but your card was denied, again." She spoke swiftly. My curled my lips to a pout, and glared at the associate. "What do you mean denied?"

She flinched, as her right eye started to twitch. "Miss, both your credit cards were cancelled." She uttered out. My lips dropped into a perfect circle, as I angrily grabbed my credit card back. How was that possible? Daddy paid for my credit card bills every month! I snapped my fingers harshly at the poor worker, and rolled my eyes icily. "I didn't want that Gucci purse, anyway. Cancel my order." That was a lie, by the way. I wanted to be one of the first people to claim the newest Gucci purse, just like I had been the first to claim the Tiffany's gold charm bracelet. "Well, your order wasn't even placed, since your credit cards were cancelled." The worker said, sounding almost afraid. I turned back, whipping my black hair around my shoulder, as my two followers gasped. "Do you know who she is?" Tracy asked. "She's Gautam Riaprakash's daughter!" Stacy continued. "Are you really that stupid to mess with Sharon Riaprakash?" Tracy went on. "She's the daughter of a multi-billionaire!" Stacy finally finished. The two twins glared evilly at the worker, as she took a few steps back, tears welling up in her eyes. I groaned, disgusting. She was a weak one. "Enough, girls." I snapped my fingers. "Let's go, this bitch is so not worth my time." Without another argument, Tracy and Stacy followed behind me, with our high heeled pumps clicking loudly against the tiles on the floor. After the credit card scenario, I sent the twins home, and drove back to my mansion in my black BMW. I marched up the spiral grand staircase, and without knocking, I pushed the doors open to my father's room. Inside, my father was diligently reading through his script, trying to decide on which movie he should act in next. He tilted his glasses up, as he saw me standing at his doorway, arms crossed stubbornly. "Darling, I didn't hear you come in. Sit down." My father said in a calm voice. How could he be so calm after canceling my two best credit cards? How did he expect me to spend thousands of dollars every day without them? I reluctantly sat in one of his black, leather chairs that were placed in front of his desk, and sat up with straight posture.

"What brings you in here today, Sweety?" my father asked. I glared at him, and took out my black and platinum credit card, waving it rudely in his shocked face. "Why did you cancel my credit cards?" I snapped. My father mumbled a few curse words under his breath, and leaned towards the desk, placing his cold hand on top of mine. "Honey, I did it for your own good. You do realize you're spending fifty thousand dollars a week, right?" dad asked. I snatched my hand away from his, as he stared back at me with a shocked expression. "So what, daddy? Is it really going to affect you? You have billions up your ass!" I cried. My father finally cracked, as his face began to redden. A vein popped out from his forehead, causing me to moan in disgust.

"Sharon Riaprakash, do not speak to your father like that." My dad gritted through his teeth. I could tell he was trying not to yell at me. He hadn't raised his voice not once to me for years now. "Why not, father? You cancelled both of my credit cards! You're so unfair and selfish!" I yelled. I was really pushing his buttons now. "Be quiet, Sharon, and stop complaining already. Get out of my office." My father grunted, taking in deep breaths to prevent an outburst. I clenched my fists, until my knuckles turned white. I got up from my father's leather chair, as I proceeded to stammer out of the door. Before I closed the door from behind, I stuck my head back in. "I see why mother left you five years ago. It's because you're so greedy." I spat. It was a low blow, and I knew it. My father loved my mother, and my mother left my father and I behind, due to the fact of all the attention she was receiving just because she was married to a famous actor that had won more than enough Grammy's. Before I closed the door fully behind me, I heard a loud banging from the inside of my father's office. I gasped, as I tried to escape by running down the staircases. Before I even reached the third step, his door swung wide open, revealing his angered, deep reddened face. I gulped, as I felt my stomach tightening.

"Sharon Riaprakash, hold it right there!" my father yelled. I stopped in my tracks, surprised by the loud tone he used. He caught up with me in the staircase, and held the back of my shirt. He dragged me up the stairs, and forced my in his office, once again. He slammed his fists against his wooden desk, and glared at me with dark eyes. "I've had enough of your spoiled behavior! I've put up with your shit for five years! Just because I wanted to make you happy the way I couldn't make your mother happy!" my father shouted, startling me like I had startled the Gucci employee. "And?" I boldly said. My father had definitely raised me the wrong way for the past five years. I was never this spoiled or bratty. My behavior only started to change after my mother had got up and walked away abruptly one day. "I-I can't have you in the house anymore." My father grunted, in a much lower voice this time. "You're too much for a single father like me to handle. I can't deal with a spoiled child like you by myself, especially between work." I squinted at my father, trying to understand what he was implying when he said he couldn't handle me anymore. For once in five years, I felt real emotion. I felt scared. "A-are you putting me up for adoption?" I asked in a surprisingly high pitched voice. Dad slapped his hand on his forehead. "No, Sharon. Don't ever think I would leave you- like your mother did."

"T-then what are you trying to say?" I asked. "I'm signing you up for boarding school in Massachusetts." I gasped, as my eyes widened with a pool of tears. "MMassachusetts?! That's all the way across the country!" I retorted. "That's my point. You're too much for me right now, Sharon. I need some time away from you. Please understand, sweetheart." My father placed his hand on my shoulder, but I shrugged it off. "You're basically shipping me off to another state! You are leaving me! Just like mom!" My father shook his head. "No, no Sharon! It's not like that at all, darling!" "It is, dad! You are selfish!" I cried. I never cried. Never.

"Sharon, you are just too much of a pain. I'm sending you to a very good school, where you can have a dorm." My father explained, trying to calm me down. "A dorm?! A dorm?! Those things are so small! How can I fit my shoe collection?!" I whined. "Sharon, stop complaining and stop thinking of yourself only. You have been such a self considerate daughter for the past years, and I want you to go to Massachusetts and change for the sake of the both of us." My father sternly said. I shook my head. "I-I hate you!"

NEXT CHAP: PAGE 15.

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Hey guys…so how was it? Here it ends! Pls can I know your names as I dnt really know how to ans to most of you guys reading this FF. thank you guys for your support.