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It's finally our last day of school tomorrow so I thought this is the best time to start a story. Expect early or even daily updates just like what I did last summer. I don't have much to do right now and I will be verrry bored so I'll write as much as I can. I have already started the next chapter and maybe I can update tomorrow afternoon or night.

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Somewhere Love Remains

Chapter One: Miss Invisible

"I don't know what I want in life; I don't know what I want right now. All I know is that I'm hurting so much inside that it's eating me, and one day there won't be any of me left..."

I woke up and was met by a massive headache.

I hadn't been feeling well since yesterday. My throat hurt like hell and I'd been feeling so dizzy. I thought opting not to go to school yesterday would get me some time to rest but Mom only made me help in preparing for Rosalie's eighteenth birthday party. Actually, it was more of a ball. All of those who would attend were required to wear a ball gown.

The theme of the event really suits Rosalie. She was very pretty…perfectly crafted face. It was like she was carved perfectly by a really great sculptor that lived in the ancient times. She could fit the role of a Greek goddess. Well, maybe she could have that role since she wanted to be an actress and model someday. Rosalie has blonde hair that looked like silk, very flawless creamy skin, not too high cheek bones, full plump and sexy lips, baby blue doll eyes and she was tall like her father. Not like me who was pale, brown eyes, brown hair and average height. I could barely pass as beautiful, maybe plain would be the best description.

The event would be held in a five star hotel, of course. There would be more than a thousand people invited…I think? Too bad I wasn't included in there. Unfortunately, I was the secret illegitimate child of my mother to a stranger. She had a one nightstand with a guy whom she didn't know. She explained that she was too drunk to notice what was happening around her. My mother was a bit too reckless when she was young, and maybe I am now. Well, who could blame me?

It would be a shame for them to show me in public. Hell, I was even homeschooled until I reached college. They insisted on taking online courses, but I didn't really like it. They paid the university where I was attending to cover up my identity. Nobody ever knew about my real identity. It wouldn't be good for the Hales' name. They had done a good job for the past nineteen years. Nobody ever knew who I was; nobody ever suspected that I was Illiana's daughter. Besides, I hardly looked like her. She was more like Rosalie, unbelievably beautiful. She looked like her except that her eyes were hazel and she was smaller than her. Maybe I looked like my mystery father.

My mother was none other than Illiana Hale, the lucky woman that got to marry Harold Hale. The Hales play a big role in the showbiz industry. They own one of the biggest talent agencies in the United States, Hale United. They manage the biggest stars in the industry and because of that, they earn a great amount of money which made Harold Hale, the person who stands as my father the twentieth richest person in the world.

I know she hated me so much because I never really felt her being a mother to me. I basically grew up with our maid, Zafrina and also with her daughters. They were a nice and a middle class family. They were just contented with what they have and were happy. Zafrina's husband died in a construction site twelve years ago. He fell while working on the eighteenth floor of a building. It was very hard for her to go on with life because she had to raise her two daughters alone. Because of that I really look up into her.

If it was only possible for her to be my mom… I really wouldn't care if we were rich or poor. They were right. Rich people were never really happy. They think they were because they didn't want to feel that everyone was against them. They were all in denial.

My family was really that busy to remember that today was also my day. Yes, Rosalie and I had the same birthday; it was just that I was older than her for a year. It had been fourteen years since I last celebrated my birthday. Since Rosalie started growing up, I lost all attention. It was like I wasn't there in the house. I felt like a charity, they give me a lot of money and then they let me be.

A breakfast and pain reliever could really help me right now, but I'm afraid that outside was a riot. I was hearing way too many footsteps and I knew that they were doing last minute preparations for the party later and Rosalie was doing the same. I wonder if she'd look like someone who just stepped out of a fairytale book. So pretty.

I should stop thinking of the massive party later. I should think of something that would make me feel better. Something that would make me forget that they forgot about my existence. I need a distraction.

My body was against the movement, but I still got up from my bed and went to the bathroom adjoining it. I think a bath and soft music would soothe me. So I did it. It had been more than twenty minutes when I go out of the tub, brushed my teeth and got dressed. I didn't blow-drying my hair because it made my head ache even more. I tried taming my long brown locks, but I got no luck so I just let it fall on my back. Sometimes I wish I had more manageable hair. I was more than ready with a slightest touch of make up on my face.

Going out wasn't the best idea, but I needed food. I hadn't eaten much last night because I didn't have that much appetite, I felt like throwing up.

I wore my favorite pair of sneakers and got my bag before going out of my room. As I had expected, the mansion was at its busiest. Maids were walking briskly on the hall same as hairdressers and some designers. I wonder how much the Hales paid for them. As I walk on my own, I felt like a stranger at my own house. I felt invisible. Nobody really knew or remembered about my birthday. All I could hear while I was walking was 'Rosalie's really beautiful' or 'I wish I'd have a party like hers'.

I was going down the stairs when I bumped into my mother. She was wearing a green silk robe and her hair was in curlers. She looked as beautiful as ever. How could she not when she spent three times a week in the beauty salon and spa. She had a company and a country to impress.

Same as Rose…

Yeah.

They were all busy in the Hale's company while I was being isolated in this mansion. What a depressing boring life I have. Well not exactly boring because I have someone…well kinda boyfriend right now. Though we didn't have something to call ourselves right now, I think we were on that stage. He was making me happy and I think I made him too. That was all that matters.

All my insecurities, he made them fade away. Sometimes I couldn't believe how lucky I was with him because he was almost perfect, so handsome, kind and intelligent. He was too good for me but I didn't care. I'm afraid that one day he would get tired of me too and then he would leave me. I never felt as happy as I was right now and I don't think I could ever handle it if ever that day comes. I hope it wouldn't.

While I was waiting for her to say something, she stared at me from head to toe and gave a disapproving look.

Instead of saying a 'happy birthday' to me, she said, "What in the world are you wearing again?"

I was wearing a black vintage shirt, faded jeans, my favorite pair of sneakers and a jacket draped on my shoulder. What was wrong with this? I really don't get her. Why do I need to dress to impress. It wasn't like people would start to talk about what I was wearing like they do whenever they see my mother and my sister.

Her words weren't exactly that harsh, but when that was the first thing she said to me this noon, it almost made me want to cry. How was that? My own mother kept forgetting my birthday for eight years now. If I didn't have a place in her heart, couldn't I have some space in her mind? Did she forget that she gave birth to me too? What kind of mother was she?

I didn't say anything to her. I walked past her and headed to the main door.

"Isabella!" she suddenly said angrily, almost shouting. "I am still talking to you. Where are your manners? Maybe you got that from that maid Zafrina and her daughters. You act like them! You are spending so much time with them that you got their commoner's attitude."

She scrunched her brows in anger. With that, she looked like Snow White's witch stepmother. At least I still compared her to someone who was considered beautiful by the magic mirror.

Her words did nothing but fuel up my anger. How dare she say those words to the only people who loved me while I was growing up?

I turned to face her with my head held high.

I was very good at this…at masking my emotions. It was what I have mastered while living with them. To be emotionless so I couldn't feel the hurt that they bring.

There was a long moment of silence before I started to talk.

"First of all, I don't remember you, teaching me any manners. And no, I didn't get this from Zafrina and her daughters; all they taught me was love and happiness, something that you never gave me. The way I act; it was purely me and not them. So don't you dare talk about them like that! Yes they are commoners, but they have something…well a lot than you could give me!

"At least they don't treat me like I don't exist. At least Zafrina treats me like her own daughter. At least they don't forget when my birthday is!" I shouted the last sentence at her and she looked stunned and shocked with my words.

And then I left her gaping like that.

I can't believe she's my mother.

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