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Chapter 5 : The New Name

Author: Writer B
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-07-23 12:13:38

Annabelle's pov

After thinking about everything that went down on my supposed to be wedding day with my supposed to be husband and a supposed to best friend, I got weak, weak in my knees, I just wanted to leave this place, disappear, makeover, rise above it all and be a new version of me. A version that they can't even reach, a type that Daniel will be willing to do anything to get her slightest attention.

I need to grow above all this. I think I will be moving to LA. New York has done enough to me. Enough is enough. Await my come back, brace up Mianiel or Danmia. Whatever the name of the sailing ship is. Two wretched people that would die and scream in pains after everything they put me through.

So I booked a flight ticket to LA, I bought an apartment for myself. I hope the apartment is as nice as it seems.

LA please treat me nice, I have been through enough already and it's too much for me to carry. I don't want extra problem or anything adding to my pain. I just want a fresh start.

I wanted to change my identity, change my look, change everything about me, this should be a fresh start, it got to be, it has to be.

I met with a plastic surgeon, I made my research and some underground study and I noticed the high rate of success so I had hope and faith in him and his skills. I booked an appointment, I wanted to change my look, I need to be the most beautiful and attractive female in LA, I need the attention of every producer, modelling agency and all to be on me. I need that attention. I need to improve and this is my strategy, my number 1 step and can't fail me, I worked so hard for these.

Los Angeles have a lot of model and being a well known popular model somewhere like this is hard so I need the best from the best surgeon, I don't need any sorry or anything of that sort, it's enough already, no more pity.

I went for the surgery, I got every part of my face done, did BBL, made myself look a lot curvier, plumped my lips and that was the part I loved most about my new look, can't wait for it to heal completely.

At the end of it all, I was covered in patches and scars and swollen everything, yh new scars attached to my already acquired scar. This scars won't hurt me or bring my spirit down but they will lift me above them. Way above them. I couldn't even cry because my eyelid was swollen, I just got to my apartment, laid on my bed and was having a good rest because I need it, I have been through enough to deprive myself of rest.

I can't wait to heal, I can't wait to flex my new look, I can't wait to acquire all I have ever wished for, I am tired of them always being wishes, time has come where all these has to turn out real . For me! For the sake of my broken heart.

I went to mirror, all my aching body, both with the scars, pain, patches and all, I looked into the mirror stared deep into myself and with hot tears dropping down my red inflamed eye. I said to myself “people will find, people will need you, people will crave you, people will be obsessed with you and only very very very few will be fortunate enough to get a bit of me. I have cried enough, It's time to excel, just more days to go” I can do this.

I went online to start my research on models, what they are like, how they behave, how they carry themselves just, the type of guys they date, their net worth, their beauty hack and all. I picked interest in Gigi Hadid, I fell in love with her immediately, I wanted to be just like her if not better, I would close my eyes to sleep and all I see is Gigi because every video of her, her walk, her relationship with Zayn, her behavior, the way she smiles and all, it was stuck in my head, I see it and I love it. I know it's unhealthy but so what? I still love it.

She became my idol, she became my dream self, all I wanted for myself was perfect, I made sure to take my drugs properly as prescribed, apply my ointment and all for proper healing. Nothing can go wrong! Never.

I took proper care of my body like it was an egg. I don't want any story that touches the heart.

I had a in the midst of all this chaos occuring in my head. I remembered the way Daniel was fucking Mia like it was his only opportunity to get fucked in this life, like his life depended on it or something. I just couldn't understand . A sudden chillness ran down my spine. I just went straight and made myself a super cold chocolate drink, stared through the window of my apartment looking out but not at anything. I had enough already, I just looked and sip, look and sip, cause I am cooking, and I know I will excel and they are my past now. They remain in New York. I'm done with them and everything that comes with them.

I would make generational wealth, I would make a name for myself, I would hold a strong legacy that no one would ever believe I would reach.

All I need is time. Just time, I know it's expensive but give it to me and you won't regret it.

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