Chapter 1: Beauty in Chaos

Alexandra

I take my bag and gaze at myself in the mirror one last time. I may not look good, but I am also not bad.

All I ever wear are my mother's clothing. That is how life is for me. I've been fighting to keep up with the wonderful things in life since my father's death.

My father's death was a great blow to us. We weren't rich, but we never went hungry when dad was alive. I used to think I wanted to be a beautician. I've always wanted to become one. My father at the time gave me all I desired. I was an only child, so I always got what I wanted.

Who knows how he died? They only brought him for one day and informed us that he collapsed while working and died immediately. After grieving for days, we went to them to get my father's income, but they told us he had a lot of bills to settle. And they'd spent his money on it.

Mom didn't really work during those days. He was a modest trader, but she now needs to increase her efforts. Life is difficult for me. Earning money is not easy. I need to work the night shift to finance a three-square supper.

Now I'm going to the pub for the night shift. I'm exhausted, yet I can't rest yet. I'm utilizing my money for school. I need to go to school and set up an office for myself. So I can now officially be a beautician.

Mom is not at home. She will return later in the night. But I need to leave now.

I pick up my phone from the table and leave the house. Is there hope for my future? Will it ever be normal for me?

Well, I do not think so. I don't believe life can get much better.

I signal for a taxi to stop. The taxi comes to a stop near me; "number 24, Magic Street," I inform the Chauffeur.

"Get in," he responds.

I get in, and he drives right to the bar. I pay him and head quickly to the bar.

I notice Alexander and wave to him. He serves as the famed bar's DJ. I like him since his name is similar to mine.

People here also refer to us as twins. And, well, he's the only person I'm close to.

I enter the restroom and put on a red gown that I bought a month ago. Mrs. Sophia Lee strictly prohibits baggy clothing. I needed to acquire two gorgeous dresses for my job.

It looks fantastic on me and brings out my figure, but I can't afford it.

I walk out and resume my position.

Ryder and Petal entered almost instantly.

Oh my, the females in the bar whoop with joy. I can't help but stare at the boys while they jubilate.

These are the billionaires of Alessio. These two are pals and the sons of a billionaire. They are pals and sons of a billionaire. They are not only wealthy, but also handsome. They dubbed themselves "Alessio billionaires." According to what I've heard, they were originally three. I've heard that the third is now out of the country. The third guy's name is Ethan.

One of the reasons I enjoy coming here is that I always have something to feast my eyes on. I do not even have a television at home.

Just then, three women draw closer. These women are also Alessio's favorites. They are the sexiest, most attractive, and best of the Alessio ladies. They call themselves Alessio Beauty, and their names are Ariel, Ava, and Charlotte.

And damn, I can't lie. These females make me question how my life came to be like this. Perhaps if my father hadn't died, I would be on my way to looking that gorgeous. Or perhaps not. I am not destined for something like this.

My life is extremely twisted.

Emily has gone to take Alessio's billionaire order. I trust Emily to do it. She has a major crush on Petal. So she's always threatening me not to get too close to their table whenever they're in. I am not even permitted to look at them.

I move to the next table and clear it. I moved to Liam.

There is presently nothing to do. So I stand and watch what Emily's doing.

She comes closer to Petal, who was occupied conversing with Charlotte. His hands worked behind her, delicately stroking her ass.

Maybe Emily enjoys it, but it irritates me. How can he be squeezing someone's buttocks? I regard it all as foolishness.

"Is Emily truly not still thinking about her feelings for Petal? "Petal is a bastard," Liam says, sitting alongside me and shaking his head. He appears to be watching the same scenery as I am.

So let's get this straightened out. Petal is a skirt chaser, and Ryder is a playboy. According to speculations, only Ethan is manageable. I heard he doesn't currently have a girlfriend, but he is stubborn and picky. I'm just wondering what Ethan is doing with Ryder and Petal.

They're like day and night.

I look at Liam again, "I will be back in a jiffy," I say as I move through the chair into the restroom.

I wash my hands and glance at myself in the mirror mounted on the wall.

Petal continues to observe Emily. In reality, he would usually dash her money. But nobody notices me. I'm always invisible wherever I go.

I don't care; it's all for the better.

I walk out of the restroom, only to run into a hard wall. Actually, it's a hard chest, and the person is male.

I bend gently, and I'm sorry." I tried to move away, but I was forced back.

I gasp and look up. Petal

My heart rate elevates dramatically. His cologne adhered to my nose. How does he smell so good?

He let go of me, disgusted. "Ouch," he says, pulling out a hand sanitizer. He puts some of it onto the hand he is holding me with. He rubbed it slowly. And I must admit that the behavior has caused me emotional distress.

Regardless, he's right. To him, I'm simply a dirty girl, but he doesn't have to tell me that.

He looks up at me and says, "You bumped into me."

"I'm sorry," I bow my head and begin to walk away, but his hands bring me to a quick halt.

I am obliged to look him in the eyes. What exactly does he want from me now?

"He rubs his hand with the sanitizer once more. "Why do you keep making me waste this thing," he complains drunkenly. Perhaps he's genuinely inebriated. He looks at me now: "You ran into me. You're expected to apologize normally."

I raise an eyebrow at him, shocked, and say, "I apologized." "How should I do it normally?"

"Kiss my feet he said!" He adds with a smirk. What? I feel like I just heard it incorrectly.

What have you just said?

"You heard me correctly. I do not like repeating myself. I want you to kiss my feet as an apology for slapping me, you wench!" His voice became higher than normal.

My heartbeat speeds up.