CHAPTER EIGHT: Fiance

Amira’s POV

I really didn't expect Sasha to make such a vicious move on my first day. I definitely wasn't going to allow myself to die so easily.

I was thinking of how to stop myself from getting hurt when I suddenly felt a strong hand around my waist.

After taking a deep breath, I turned to see Sebastian's worried face as he stared at me without blinking.

"Thanks, Seb; I am fine,” I said before turning around to glare at Sasha.

She immediately hid behind her mother, who was also glaring at me maliciously.

“Thank you so much for saving my daughter again,” my father said while checking my body for possible injuries.

“I am fine, father; I didn't fall,” I said, but it didn't ease his tensed expression.

“Don't you know that it is not safe to run on the stairs? I know the house you grew up in doesn't have this, but you need to learn this for your safety,” my stepmom said with an expression that showed nothing but concern.

I got the message anyway; she might be able to fool my father, but definitely not me. She just called me a clueless country bumpkin while putting on a caring facade.

“I know what stairs are, and I also know that there is not supposed to be oil on them,” I said, trying to appear as weak and scared as possible.

“What? Oil?” My father asked with a frown and walked up to check the stairs. He touched the step, and his hand was covered in oil.

“How can there be oil on the stairs? Who would do such a careless thing?!” He roared angrily.

Sasha was already trembling behind her mother while tugging on her clothes.

“The only person who uses oil in this house is Colette,” my stepmother said with an accusing tone.

How can I forget Colette, the family maid, and my stepmother's little lackey in my previous life? I guess this was one of the tricks that they prepared for me, but unfortunately, I didn't come home because I was hospitalized after being drugged by the people my stepmother instructed the driver to hand me to.

“Colette!” My father yelled angrily, and she immediately came running.

“Why did you pour oil on the stairs? Do you want to kill me or my family?!” He asked her angrily, and she looked at Sasha in shock.

“Sir, I didn't,” she said while looking at my stepmother for help.

“What do you mean by you didn't? It was clearly your doing!” My stepmother said it with an angry expression.

“Ma, it was Sa.” She was immediately interrupted by a very loud slap.

“If you continue to lie, then you can say goodbye to your job here!” My stepmother threatened angrily.

Seb and I looked at each other, and we clearly understood what was going on. Colette is the type of person who wouldn't hesitate to expose anyone if it affected her life.

“There was no need to hit her; it was a mistake, and she must have spilled it without realizing,” I said, and Colette gave me a grateful nod.

Having an eye in the house is an added advantage for me. She really didn't harm me in my previous life, so I don't need to get revenge on her.

“If Amira says it's fine, then let's just end this issue here,” my father said, and Colette immediately went to clean the oil from the steps.

I decided to see Seb off, and as we walked out of the house, I could feel Sasha and her mother's burning gazes on me.

“It will be a very easy task for me to keep the both of them under control,” Seb said as soon as we walked out of the house.

“Where's the fun in that? I can handle them just fine. I want it to be slow and torturous,” I said with a smile.

“I get chills every time you smile like that,” he said, and we both laughed.

He drove away from the mansion, and as I watched his car get further and further away, the smile on my lips also faded.

“How are we going to do about Giovanni's party? Are we taking her along?” My stepmother's unhappy voice was the first thing I heard when I entered the sitting room.

The Giovanni's party?.

This was the party my stepmother could not afford to miss when I was hospitalized in my previous life, and she dragged my worried father along with her.

“Of course she is coming with us; Mason is her fiancé after all. It is a good opportunity for them to meet,” my father said.

What! Mason Giovanni is my fiancé. That rude and annoying Playboy?.

How come I never knew about it in my previous life? Could it be that they broke off the engagement after finding out what happened to me?.

“Oh, Amira, come, dear, let's get you a dress,” my father said.

“She can wear one of Sasha's own; there's no need to get her a new dress,” my stepmother said unhappily.

“I have already prepared a dress for her,” my father said.

“When did you get her a dress? Why didn't you tell me about it?” My stepmother asked with an annoyed expression.

“I remember asking you to get her a dress, and you said that you couldn't because you didn't know what she might like,” my father replied to her with a frown.

“Are we going out?” I asked with a timid expression.

"Yes, dear, we are going to a party. The host was your mom's best friend,” he replied with a smile.

“Go to your room and get dressed,” he said to me, gently pulling me up the stairs.

On entering my room, memories of my past life came rushing in again. This room had witnessed all of my pain and suffering.

I was still lost in my memories when I noticed a sea green on the bed. I walked closer to have a good look at it.

The neckline was lined with shiny green stones, it had a slit at the side, and it was an off-shoulder gown. The color matched my eyes perfectly, and I knew that I would look gorgeous in it.

I immediately freshened up and put on the gown. I quickly applied light makeup to my face and curled the tip of my hair.

I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled with pride. I am going to flaunt my beauty in this life and never let anyone put me down.

I slowly made my way downstairs; I just couldn't wait to see Sasha's face. Her low self-esteem will definitely be triggered.

“What is taking her so long? The party starts in an hour.” My stepmother's complaining voice was the first thing I heard as I made my way downstairs.

“I am ready,” I said as I slowly walked down the stairs. The heels were just perfect, and it wasn't difficult to walk in them at all.

They all turned to look at me, and I could see the visible shock on their faces as they stared at me.

“You are so beautiful, my dear.” My father hurried over and took my hand.

Sasha was wearing a bright pink gown and looked like a doll with the heavy makeup. The hatred and jealousy in her eyes couldn't be concealed by the heavy makeup, though.

“Let's go; we are getting late,” my stepmother said impatiently before walking out of the house while holding Sasha's hand.

We were right behind them, and I had to sit with Sasha in a separate car.

“The party we are going to is a high-society one; just stay behind me to avoid embarrassing our family,” she said with a sneer.

“I think the most embarrassing thing for me will be standing behind a life-size doll,” I said with a smile, and she started glaring at me.

“Let's wait and see!” She yelled at me angrily and turned her face away.

She must be cooking up something again, and I can't wait to see what it is. I am definitely going to make sure she embarrasses herself today.