Zara Wade Novels & Stories

Years had passed and the world had rearranged itself considerably. Zara had become one of the most powerful women in the country — her name in headlines and boardrooms, her company growing steadily into something that would have been unimaginable to the woman who had once stood in a hotel room holding her feverish daughter and praying for morning. She had earned every piece of it. Lilly wanted none of it touching her. Not yet. Not like this. She was eighteen, at university, living in a dorm with insufficient water pressure and a roommate with a devoted boyfriend, and she was genuinely, completely, stubbornly content.

"Stay out of my way." On the upper floor of a sun-drenched penthouse suite overlooking Central Park, Zara Vance smashed her crystal espresso cup against the marble fireplace. The delicate porcelain shattered into a hundred jagged white pieces, coffee splashing across the pristine ivory mantelpiece. "One hundred and forty thousand?" Zara’s voice was a soft, trembling hiss, terrifying in its quietness. She glared at the tablet screen resting on her vanity, where Vivian’s name was currently trending at the top of every major fashion blog in the country. "She was nobody seven days ago. A penniless, starving shadow living off her disgraced father's name!"

Medias are bunch of leeches hiding in human form. They are always waiting to find a small fault and talk about it on and on for some little money and followers. Zara is dressed in a obsidian block colour ankle length dressed that is made from rich chiffon and has plain v-neckline, short regular sleeves, fitted waistline and back zipper. She has a huge catlike glasses covering half her face then rolled a blush pink veil around her shoulders with matching slippers then the small Gucci pink cross bag that stopped by her left hip. Though she wanted to dress to hide herself, she looks beautiful and eye-catching with her tall figure.

Trying not to bring attention to myself. “Hello ma’am, my name is Wonda. How can I help you?” There was kindness in her voice. She looked me up and down. I wondered if she noticed my horns. “I’m new in the capital. I would like to purchase a building I can use as a home and a shop.” She turned around, and walked to a table full of maps. She came back with 3 papers rolled up. “Right now we only have 5 buildings available. Do you know what kind of shop you want?”

She felt relieved when she closed the doors and went back to her seat. Like any other assassin, she had done her research. She was iconic in the fashion industry and had her own fashion line and was an investor in many popular cloth and shoe brands. She was rich, famous and was head over heels for Levi Wushi. However, even though she had everything she could ever want, she couldn't get any love or affection from Mr. Wushi.

She would be thirty in a few days and just the thought of that, brought another sad memory to her. “OMG! It’s Candice,” Zara squealed in excitement and didn’t wait for any introduction as she gave her a hug. After disengaging, she said, “I am a big fan of your works and honestly, I knew it was you who set all this up. Thank you so much. You don’t know how happy I am right now.” Candice smiled and said, “You can thank your husband for that.”

Kylie turned to me then. “lets get in the mood first” she walked to the mini bar and poured us a glass of wine. “to your union” she said and the both of us drank from our glasses. After drinking we started to test the dresses. Roses seemed to have very good taste in dresses because all the dresses were very exquisite and beautiful. I’d tried many of the dresses abut Kylie didn’t seem satisfied and my feet were killing me. “can we take a break?” I asked for the tenth time.

My father, Edward, stood beside me, refusing to even offer me his arm. Through a small gap in the doors, I could see the front row. Zara was already there, holding court. She wore a pale pink designer gown that made her look like a fragile, porcelain doll. She was dabbing the corners of her eyes with a lace handkerchief, performing her role flawlessly. "She is so brave," a woman in the second row whispered loudly, ensuring everyone around her heard. "I know," another socialite replied, shaking her head. "Zara sacrificed her own happiness to save her family's business. She gave up her place as the bride so her sister could have a billionaire husband. And Kira doesn't even appreciate it."

Zara Ford said as she grabbed a tray of pancakes. She was a young woman with dark hair and blue eyes. At twenty-four, she was already working on starting her own company independent from her father and brother. Her twin sister, Clare Ford, was into computer science and a low-key skilled hacker. She worked in the Ford Corporation as an IT administrator. "Yeah... he likes to keep to himself but he's always there for us... I feel bad about not being able to help him with his problems," Clara Ford chipped in, a pout on her lips. She looked like Zara but she had a mole just below her right eyebrow.

It couldn't be! "Zara, the woman you see in your dreams is the moon goddess." Harper looked down at our hands and interlaced our fingers together.