????SHE’S NOT A CINDERELLA????
????A Cinderella doesn’t have to be a princess????
✍️ Written By Pinky????✍️
????Chapter Fifteen [15]????
????Malcolm’s Pov????
“I’m busy right now, Kara.”
“But I need you here. You know how addicted I am to you. Just come over. Please.”
I let out a frustrating sigh as I pinch the bridge of my nose.
“I can’t. I promise to come over when I’m done with what I’m doing. Okay?”
It took her ages to reply but she still finally did by saying. “Fine.”
I hung up the call and toss my phone across the bed and fell flat on the bed.
My back was against the soft mattress as my gaze rested on the ceilings.
My life is running in circle.
I’m fu-cking sad and I really wish that things happened differently. Maybe I should never have dreamt of becoming a star.
A musician.
My door was suddenly pushed open and there stood the one girl who keep reminding me of mask girl.
But that can’t be possible?
Although, I don’t know how mask girl looks like in person but I’m not so sure that this girl standing in front of me was her.
Besides she said so herself that she had never met me in person.
I slowly stood up to a sitting position and gave her a questioning look.
She smiled sheepishly at me and that kept me wondering.
What if she was mask girl?
What if she only just lied not to be mask girl so she could get the job of being the five stars’ personal a-ssistant?
What if she is just a girl who only just have the same eyes as mask girl and the same smile.
But here is the question that I keep asking myself…
If i get to cross path with mask girl… what will I do?
“Hey.” She said in a low voice as she waved to me.
I ached a brow as I stare at her confusedly. Didn’t I warn her not to step foot in my room?
Didn’t I tell her to keep away from me?
“Did you lost your way again?” I asked, glaring at her.
Don’t ask me why I’m mean to her, because I don’t even know. I just…I… i just want to vent my frustration on someone and unfortunately for her, she keeps showing her face to me and that’s why I keep venting my anger on her.
“Nah. This time around I came to the right room.” She said.
“Didn’t I tell you not to…”
“….not to step foot in your room again? Yeah, you did. But actually I’m here to inform you that breakfast is served.”
“What?”
She smiled as she took some further steps into my bedroom.
“i said breakfast is served. And I’m not taking no for an answer. You have to come down and eat with the rest of the guys.”
Wait. Did she just order me?
“Get out.”
“I will. But that is if you are coming out with me. I personally made the food myself so you will like it.”
“Didn’t anyone tell you that I don’t eat the food cooked in this house? i hate homemade food. Now get out.” I was on my feet now.
I thought i would look intimidating to her and she would leave but she didn’t.
“I love your temper. But that won’t work on me. You have to come down with me and eat with the guys. Trust me you will enjoy the food and… homemade food are the best.”
“Get out before I do something drastic.”
“Simply because you don’t want this life doesn’t give you the right to look down on other people. Those guys out there, those guys that formed a team with you are more like your family. You should be glad that they still take you and love you for who you are. Mask girl wasn’t the only one who saw something great in you. The five Stars also did.” And with that said, she left.
Wait. Mask girl?
Did she just say mask girl?
Could that girl really be mask girl?
I’ve never talk about mask girl to her before.
⏱️Simply because you don’t want this life doesn’t give you the right to look down on other people⏱️.
How did she know that I never wanted this life?
No one knows that. Not even Mason. So how does she know that?
I had only told one person and that was mask girl.
I slowly pulled my finger up to the necklace I’ve been wearing for the past one year.
The only reminder of Mask girl.
The evidence of that day.
It was part of her.
My hand was shaking. My eyes were itchy.
She can’t be mask girl. Right?
Is Mask girl really back to my life without me knowing?
I need to find that out.
Now I seem to have figured an answer to my question.
….If i cross path with Mask girl… I will want to be with her, caring less about what others will think. Caring less about my career.
And with that thought, I walked out of the room.
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????Ruby’s Pov????
“I’m so stupid. Why did I say that? Why did I mention mask girl, now he would be suspicious of me.”
I hurriedly carried my bag and walked out of the house without any of guys knowing.
I need to leave the house.
But I need to clear my thoughts now. I need to figure out another lie to tell him so he won’t get suspicious of me.
Me.
I’m hiding myself from him.
I don’t want to complicate his life again. I don’t want to get involve in his life and disappear again.
I’m not guaranteed about us being together in the future.
We are two different people from different worlds.
We don’t fit.
We aren’t compatible.
That question made me stop right on my track.
Running away.
Was I running away?
I’m running again.
My hand were form in a fist as the truth came down on me.
I’ve been running.
Running away from him. Running away from my feelings.
“You are Mask girl, right?”
That was his voice.
He was standing right behind me.
“You are mask girl, aren’t you? You are the girl I got stuck with a year ago, right?”
It was a decision I had to make.
I slowly turned to him. We were standing very close to each other.
Looking de-eply into his eyes, I could see it. I could see the love he has for me.
For Mask girl.
He loves mask girl not me.
He had treated mask girl well but hates me.
“You are mask girl, right?” His voice was very calm now as he asked the question again for the third time.
I should say the truth. He deserve to know who I truly am.
I should reveal my true identity to him.
We were both quiet as we held each other’s gaze.
My heart were beating very fast. My eyes were welled in tears. It felt like I was drowning.
I was drowning in the water of lies.
He was going to reach out to me but I took a step away from his reach.
⏱️I have a date to catch up with⏱️
⏱️Go on, lover boy⏱️
Those memories filled my head.
He has another girl. He has another life.
I don’t want to complicate his happy life.
I don’t want to get into his relationship.
I don’t want to be the third party in between two people’s love.
“I….” I began, I was holding his gaze when I said the hurtful lies. “I’m not her. I don’t even know what you are talking about.”
I could see the disappointed on his face. I could see it.
But he wasn’t the only one hurt from the lies. I was also.
“But… but…”
“Elvis had told me about her. I’m sorry for bringing her up. But I’m not mask girl.”
I turned to walk out but he stopped me as he caught me by my wrist.
I slowly turned back to look at him. My gaze slowly fell on the hand around my wrist.
He didn’t let go.
“I don’t believe you. Then how did you know that I hate this life?”
I gulped.
“I just took a guess.” I forced a smile to my face. “Seems like I was right after all.”
“Then are you trying to say that this necklace isn’t for you?”
He opened his other free palm and that was when I saw it.
It was my necklace.
Mother’s necklace.
My legs felt shaky.
The necklace had been with him all this time.
“Is it yours?”
I didn’t even know when the tears have been trying to hold on to drop down to my face.
“I’m… I’m not mask girl.” I’m sorry, mother.
Maybe he is the right person to take care of your necklace and not me.
I hope you won’t hate me for this.
“Please let go of me. I have a meeting with Mr Joe.” That wasn’t entirely a lie but the meeting wasn’t schedule by this time. it was at noon.
I had come to the guys very early so I could cook for them and tame Mason and Malcolm and change them but I guess I can’t do that anymore.
I need to avoid him now.
“Please.” I added when he refused to let go.
He slowly let go of my wrist but his gaze never left my face.
I smiled. “Make sure to eat with the guys. See you later.” I waved and turned around.
My back were facing him now.
My heart hurts.
This was for the best.
If I get involve in his relationship… i might only just complicate things and hurt him.
He was a celebrity and his life wasn’t private but public.
His fans are always watching him.
I don’t want to make him get involve in a scandal.
He was watching me. I could feel it.
I don’t know but this was for the best.
I hop into the car and Patrick drove us out of the compound.
I was watching Malcolm from the rearview. He was still watching us. Me.
I’m Sorry.
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“What are you doing here, ms Darlings?” Mr Joe asked as I walked into his office. “I thought the meeting was scheduled by noon.”
“Yeah. But I’m here for a different reason.”
He stood up to his feet and approached me. “Which is?”
“i can work as the five Stars personal a-ssistant but I don’t think I can tame Malcolm or Mason.” I said.
“What made you change your mind?”
I shrugged. “I just did.”
“Did you? Or does it have anything to do with sto-re and mask?”
My eyes went wide as soon as he said that.
He knows?
But how come?
“Ho…how…?” I couldn’t even hear my voice but he heard me because he gave me an answer.
“I did some research on you. Mal doesn’t even know. I knew who you were immediately you step foot into my office.”
“Wha..what? But…why did you still give me the job?”
“Because I had made Mal a promise that I would take care of mask girl but that is of he forgets about her. Which I’m glad he did.” He reaches out for my hand and held it in between his. “Do not let him know your true identity. I had given you this job so you would protect him and not complicate things. Mal is a very complex guy. He doesn’t even understand himself…That was why I gave you the job. Help him find himself as Ruby and not mask girl. I know I’m playing with your feelings but do this for Mal…I don’t want him to lose the spotlight.”
“But…have you ever thought about what he really wants?”
“I don’t know what he told you in the sto-re room but like i said earlier, he doesn’t understand himself. Neither does he know what he wants.”
I hesitate for a while. “Fine.”
“You won’t regret your decision.”
I inwardly roll my eyes.
I’m already regretting it.
“Does he know that you know what mask girl looks like?”
“It’s best for him not to know.”
I made the right decision after all.
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#TBC.