Category : Stories

Sub Category : Romance

I had always known my life was never really my own. I was what you would call an heiress. No I wasnt royality, but I was something much more. Im the daughter of Alexander James. One of the wealthiest men in well the world really. Owning one of the biggest enterprises in Jersey. I being his only child would someday take over the family business. Im Asella by the way. Asella James, second generation and vice president of James Incorporated. We own pretty much all of Northern Jersey, and then some. The truth was I knew with the business alone there was no way we earned our money one hundred percent legal. I was too smart not to notice when the security was doubled. Or the business trips were taken with the private jet instead of our usual first class. But I tried to keep my head dead and do what I was told. After all, one day it would be my time and when that happened things would change. I was not my father and I did believe in doing things the right way. 
From the time I was seven, it was just me and my dad. My mom died of cancer and to be honest I only ever remember her sick. Of course she was given the best home health care money could offer. But in the end no amount of money could save her.
I was always told stories about her. How great of a warrior she was. Or how loving ahe was. I am my mothers daughter my father would tell me when I would get into a fight at school. Or when I went to prom and wore the same dress she did. 
It was true on the outside I was my mother, but on the inside I was my father. Strong, loyal and right minded. I thought about my next move before I acted. I never let my heart get in the way of what needed to be done. I was the perfect weapon.
It was a chilly Sunday afternoon, when my life took a complete turn. It was on that day that secrets were scattered across my memory, memories that I would never be able to forget.