SUMMARY: Five years earlier, when Amy was an average nineteen year old bookworm who believed in true love, Amy finally has her first boyfriend. But then she falls even harder for a mysterious character who enters her life. But when she learns the truth about him, they both agree to part ways. At least, one of them did. Now, Amy wants her revenge. Payback, if you will, for shattering her beliefs about true love. But what will happen then? Will she finally get her sweet revenge or fall in love again? As they say, revenge is a dish best served cold, but will it work when it's frozen solid?

CHAPTER 1

5 years earlier

"AAAAAMMMMMMYYYY!"

I heave a heavy sigh as I hear my younger brother, Dan, or as he likes to call himself, The Ninja Lord, shouts out for me. I close the book I was reading, the one called 'Is He Really Into You?', reluctantly and get up from the seat. I exit my room after casting one last forlorn glance at my book.

Internally, I sigh again. 'Great, just great. Now, I won't know a thing about what I'm saying when I go over to Jake's place because I won't finish reading the book in time. I won't know whether Jake, my first and new boyfriend is just playing me or actually into me. Why? Because my dweeby brother decides to interrupt me while I'm reading,' I continue to rant to myself in this manner until I reach the fourth-last step, the step just before the one that's creaky, and stop ranting as I am suddenly snapped out of it by two voices having a conversation.

"It's all right, I can return after a short while," said a silky smooth, thickly accented British voice I didn't recognise.

"Okey-dokey then. She'll probably be down in 5 minutes or less. She just has to stop reading and drag her face away from the book. Bye-bye," I heard my brother say just before the door slammed close.

At first I felt an urge to defend my reading habits but then I feel ashamed of my brother's manners, or lack thereof. Then I remember my date and perk up as I walk across the huge hallway and under a chandelier to the living room, which was on the opposite side of the mansion. I probably should have taken the staircase that led directly into the living room.

I get overwhelmed with nerves and I give myself a pep-talk, keeping my head low and grabbing my bag from the large comfy sofa. As I walk through the front door while still giving myself a pep-talk, I run into a previously non-existent brick wall.

I look up and see the most good- looking guy I had ever seen in my life. He was a good half foot taller than me. Heck, he looked better than Jake. I subconsciously hear a sharp intake of air but my mind is too preoccupied to care.

He was wearing a simple white button-down shirt with black buttons. The sleeves were folded up to his elbows and it showed off his muscular, bronze forearms so well. The first two buttons were left open giving off a casual look.

The dark wash jeans he was wearing fit him perfectly. The clothes he was wearing were so casual but they still made him look like he just stepped off a ramp where he was modelling the new summer fashion line. I doubted if anyone else but him could pull off this look with such ease.

Then my gaze travelled up to his face, oh his perfect face, filled with sculpted features. The chiselled jawline, the perfect face shape, the sharp nose, the perfectly shaped eyebrows, the full and plump lips and his silky smooth black hair was swoon-worthy.

Then I was met with his sharp gaze, and that was when I noticed his eyes. Oh his eyes, those gorgeous amber orbs that made you feel warm, oh so warm, on the inside. The tips of my ears turned red from just seeing him. I snapped out of my daydream when I saw him raise one perfectly arched eyebrow and moulded his features to form one very quizzical expression.

'Oh God, I was staring wasn't I? He noticed me checking him out, didn't he?', I thought to myself as I became more and more flustered by the second and my face went as red as a tomato.

He lets out a deep chuckle that has my heart doing summersaults in my chest. My face went redder than a tomato.

"S…S…Sorry," I said as my stammer returned as it always does when I'm nervous.

"No, no…..it was my fault," returns the deep voice that I was starting to savour.

Not being able to think of anything else to do, I turn my head away, in shame or nervousness, I don't know.

"I told you it was my fault, and I meant it," said this beauteous creature standing in front of me, showing that he had impeccable manners.

"Let's introduce ourselves to each other, shall we?", suggests the stranger to me. "I'll take the pleasure of being the one to forge ahead.", he continues.

"I am Ian Kabra, son of the mysterious multi-billionaire art dealer Vikram Kabra and the famous fashion designer and model, Isabel Kabra. Brother to Natalie Kabra, the pioneering fashion designing entrepreneur and I I am known for being a wondrous male model," says the stranger, who I now know to be Ian.

I feel shell-shocked as I hear the names of people who I have only seen the names of in magazines and feel awe for the handsome male standing in front of me claiming such famous lineage. I noticed him staring at me and quickly cleared my throat as I realised that it was my turn to introduce myself.

"I h…have an i…introduction that is no…nowhere near as imp…impressive as yours but I'll g…go ahead anyways. I am Amy Hope Cahill, d..daughter of Hope and Arthur Trent- Cahill. My m…mother was a famous archaeo…ologist who uncovered the secrets of many Egyptian t..t..tombs and the reason why dinosaurs went extinct and my f…father was a mathematics professor at the famed Harvard Univers…versity which I will be attending this s..summer."

"I have a younger brother n…named Daniel, but d…don't call him that unless you want a fake Ninja Lord after you. This is a rebuilt version of Grace, my granny's, original mansion which was burnt down in the same fire that killed my parents."

"Grace was fortunate enough to not die that fateful night but soon died of lung cancer. But yeah, now me and my brother are multi-billionaires and at the same time, just lost kids. So that's basically my life story," I concluded, feeling happy to be able to meet someone of my age who actually looked interested in what I was saying. Even Jake kinda blocked me out and started yawning in the middle of that. And surprisingly, as I delved deeper into the conversation, my stutter went away, proving that I was getting more comfortable talking to him. And that, shocked me more than anything.

"And you say that's not impressive?," asks Ian incredulously.

I blush in response and look anywhere but him, meaning basically my shoes and the doormat…the doormat. Hmmmm….Oh God, not only am I blushing bookworm but I'm an blushing bookworm without manners!

I facepalm myself and let out an annoyed sigh, which led Ian to look at me curiously.

"Are we friends now?" comes a question out of the blue. That leaves me dumbstruck and in my stupefied state I answer with the most intelligent reply known to mankind.

"Duh."

He looks so surprised that I wondered if I was his first friend.

"Also, why did you slap your forehead and blush?"

"Oh yeah, that. I forgot my manners and didn't invite you in. And by the way, it's called a facepalm," I reply, completely ignoring the second part of the question.

He cocks his head in the most adorable way possible and that along with the expression he has on his face makes him look like a lost puppy.

I pause for a while as I take it in, causing an awkward silence to rise between us.

I cleared my throat.

"Please, come in," I said, not knowing how much my life could change with the simple uttering of three words. Not knowing what one charming guy waltzing into my life could mean. And today, I regret that decision.

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