Let's Dance In Style
billionaire
sometimes you're born to be a cleaner. sometimes you're born to be famous. massie always knew that she was not born to grow up to resemble her junkie parents. she knew that there was another door for her. what she would have never expected was that the door fate chose would have completely change her luck. not to mention, life.
pairings: MassiexDerrick, Chris PxKristen, ClairexKemp
-unordinary-
Massie Scarlett Winston-Block was definitely not an ordinary girl, and she was definitely not born in an ordinary family.
Both the Block family name and the Winston family name were known worldwide because of the endless amount of money they earned and passed down in generations, yet Massie was born in a messy apartment in Los Angeles, with irresponsible almost-broke drug-addict parents that forgot to feed her most times.
Her parents' story was a Romeo & Juliet kind of nightmare. William Block was the son of the infamous real-estate shark called Harold Block, which meant that William was the grand-grand-son of Reginald Block, the man who created the Block Real Estate agency way back in the late 1800s. The Block family was filthy rich, they were rumored to be worth at least $5Billion.
The Block family had only one big rival in their family. That was the Winston family. The Winstons started out their business back in London, moved to New York and spread their business throughout all of the United Stated. Their net worth was confirmed to be $4.9Billion, which meant that any offspring to the Winston family would be set for life once Nicholas Winston would die.
Kendra Block was supposed to be the beauty of the family which should have ended up in debutant balls in Paris, and being photographed in many socialite-filled events wearing hand-tailored Oscar de La Renta dresses and showing up in the latest Vogue's 'social' section looking fabulous and marrying a member of the Sainsbury family and make the family's net worth much larger.
All the expectation fell down under the bridge faster than a suicide when Sir Charles Winston found out Kendra Block was pregnant to an indie band vocalist with the surname of 'Block', the unmentionable name. Sir Charles crossed her out of the future heirs of the Winston fortune and kicked her out of the residence.
Kendra knowing that she couldn't keep the child without any money, she made the choice of breaking in the family's huge safe, which was as big as any normal teenager's room, and stole what was 0.3% of the family fortune, which for them made absolutely no difference.
That amount of money was enough to buy an apartment in Los Angeles, keep the lights and gas on, buy food for the family and as well as keep Kendra's and William's drug addiction for fifteen years.
William Block died of a cocaine overdose at Massie's fifteenth birthday. The money Kendra stole from her family was finished and Kendra decided that it was time to ask her family for forgiveness.
The Winstons decided that if Kendra proved them wrong on her drug addiction in the annual family trip to the Italian island of Sardinia, the inheritance would be back on.
Kendra keep her addiction hidden. On the weekly drug tests, she used the cousin's daughter's urine and manged to fool the whole family about being clean. By the end of the vacation Kendra's inheritance was written back in the will, as well as Massie's name.
On their way back to the states, the very unordinary family died in a very unordinary private jet crash in the middle of a almost deserted town's farm field, leaving no member of the Winston family alive except for Massie Block and cousin Chris Winston-Plovert.
In less than a minute, Massie soon became the only heiress of the Winston fortune with the cousin she had never met before called Chris. That was the turning point of her messed up life.
-the turning point-
"Why am I heading to Westchester, New York again?" Massie asked as she looked outside the small rectangular plane window from the first class seat of the American Airlines plane.
The blond woman sitting next to her sighed for the hundredth time in the four hours out of six flight from LAX to JFK. The woman was the typical rich, successful beautiful New York kind of woman. Her hair soft and silky in a very 1950's Veronica Lake kinda wave, her face covered in expensive make up which was flawlessly applied.
She was clad head to toe in designer. Her white skirt-suit was made by Giorgio Armani, her nude tights were from Wolford, the shoes were a python patterned pair of pumps obviously made by Christian Louboutin, which were recognizable thanks to the bright red soles. All of the woman's outfit was probably worth at least two years of Massie's grocery shopping, back in LA.
"How many times do I have to tell you, Massie? Your mother specifically said in her will that she doesn't want you to go live with any member of the Block family, and neither her own family except for Christine Winston Plovert. But since they are deceased too, you are going to live with your god mother Judi Lyons and her family." The woman rolled her eyes and took a deep breath.
Massie knew that she was being difficult but she couldn't help it. She always wanted to get to know her family. Since everyone in her mom's side was dead, it would have been nice to get to know the dad's side as long as they lived.
"As your lawyer, I managed to get your hands on part of your inheritance now. As you know you and Chris will get 2.45 Billion dollars each" Adele said in a straight voice, as if that kind of money didn't give her shivers. Massie heard a stewardess gasp from behind and Massie gave her a death stare which immediately got her on the other side of the first class curtain. "Once you turn twenty one. For now, I managed to get you $8million for your education and convenience."
Massie really didn't know what to say. She was sixteen for God's sakes! Why on earth would she ever need $8million for five years of her life? She could have lived perfectly fine with just five thousand!
"First of all, I am not going to cost you anything, your grandfather paid me enough for a lifetime's work when I signed the contract." Adele let her know. "I managed to get Chris the same amount of money as you. It's up to you guys how you are going to spend it."
"That's a lot of money, Adele" Those were the only things she managed to say. All of this was so overwhelming. Everything was happening at once, how could she handle all of this by herself?
"Massie. I understand why you don't really want to talk about this. I think what you need best now is some clarification as well as some advice" Adele tried to make Massie feel comfortable.
"We've been talking business for four hours, I'd be thankful to talk about anything else"
"I bet you must be really curious on who Judi Lyons is." Adele started, reading Massie's mind. "Back in the day when your father was still running his band, Kendra met this girl in his concert, that was Judi Preston. They were the best of friends, they understood each other. Judi was also daughter and heiress of a rich family but she didn't like that kind of lifestyle and lived like a rebel until she met billionaire hotel tycoon Jay Lyons. They married, they had a girl your age and they are living a good clean life now, they haven't heard from Kendra in a long time though"
"Why would my mom leave me with a godmother that she hasn't heard from in a long time?" Massie asked.
"She knew that Judi was now clean, and you would be in a much better environment with her." Adele explained. "Also, about the money that has been handed out to you." Adele took a second. "Be happy with what you've got. You've got really lucky, Massie. Not even one person in a billion has the kind of luck you've got."
"I understand that. But this is so overwhelming"
"Look, you're young. Go to school, worry about things girls your age worry about. Like being the most popular girl in school. It might sound lame, but it's fun. I know. I used to be my school's most popular girl. And as a blond, people thought I was going to be a bimbo. I graduated from Harvard's law school, and I am working for the Winstons."
"So what's your advice?" Massie looked lost as she grabbed a cup of orange juice from the tray a stewardess was holding.
"My advice is; be whoever you never dreamed to be."
Massie would have never expected such cool words coming out of a classy woman such as Adele. "Have fun with your life now that you can afford it and while you're still young. But don't ever take the wrong path they way your parents did"
Ladies & Gentlemen, now We're approaching New York where the local time is 10:24. At this stage you should be in your seat with your seat belt firmly, fastened. Personal television screens, footrests and seat tables must be stowed away and all hand luggage stored either in the overhead lockers or under the seat in front. Please ensure all electronic devices including laptop computers and MP3s are turned off. Thank you.
Massie fastened her seatbelt and finished the last sip of the orange juice as Adele did the same with the glass of white wine. The flight attendant cleared the cups out and they were ready to land.
Massie clearly thought about Adele's advice. She was right. Why did Massie always have to think about things over and over too much? Her life was taking a turning point and she could have lived it the way she wanted it without too serious consequences. After all, money did buy it all.
-hello to the new life-
Inside the limousine that was waiting for them as soon as they landed, Massie could feel change happening all over her body. Now that she had what she never had before, everyone was so cordial to her. At times even when she entered low-class shops such as GAP, people would look at her badly and make her feel uncomfortable.
At times when her parents never showed up for dinner and there were no groceries in the house, Massie used her gorgeous face to get what she needed. With her charm she managed to get $200 dollars worth of groceries by lightly flirting with the shop's owner.
She always relied on her looks. She wondered how things were going to change once she had the money too.
"What about Chris Plovert? I never met him in my life. How is he?" Massie asked Adele, wondering if he was a spoilt brat, the way the rest of the family probably was.
"Chris is kind of a special case too. He is nothing like your other cousins. He didn't have everything handed to him in a silver plate. Christine, Chris' mother was different from everyone else. She didn't want anything to do with her parents' money. She wanted to make it herself. Her passion was writing, she was a freelance journalist. She married Travis Plovert, who owned a hardware store in Connecticut. When Travis died of a heart attack five years ago, Christine decided to start getting closer to her family. But she still didn't want the money. She went to family holidays, and Chris would never go because Christine didn't want him to get tempted into that kind of lifestyle"
"So he's like me? Kind of." Massie made a sound of relief. "Apart from the fact that my life is way more messed up than his."
"Yeah. Basically."
"How does Christine know Judi? Why is he ending up with her too? I thought Judi was my godmother?"
"Yeah. Now this is where it gets kind of complicated. Travis was born in a working class family. He had no brother, but only one cousin. He was Jay Lyons and they were really close. The main reason why Chris is ending up with him is because his grandparents both died of old age, and there is no one in the Winston family so he is going to the Lyonses."
"I actually did understand everything." Massie nodded.
"We're here ma'am. The Lyon Plaza in Westchester" the driver announced. Massie looked outside the window. She couldn't believe her eyes. She was going to live in a luxury hotel. The architecture was beautiful, the golden lights made everything look way more luxurious than it really was. The doormen were dressed in uniform, ready to serve her.
The valet guy opened the door for her, and Massie stepped out feeling embarrassed about wearing a pair of old nameless jeans, a pair of black worn out Chuck Taylors, and a red souvenir tee shirt. This whole trip to Westchester felt like humiliation.
"Don't worry about what you're wearing. I'll make sure to get you to a fashion boutique as fast as possible" Adele whispered in her ear. The doorman opened the door, and Massie followed Adele to the reception.
"Did you reserve a room ma'am?" the receptionist asked.
"Actually no, we are here to meet Judi Lyons for lunch" Adele told him. He looked at her expecting something as he held a phone in his hand. "Adele Williamson and Massie Block"
"I'll have her down in a minute" the receptionist excused himself. Adele grabbed her Blackberry and sent a text to Chris.
"Chris says he's here. But I can't see him." Adele says as she focused her view towards the glass walls of the hotel, next to the exit. Massie turned to check and saw a guy coming out of a limousine.
"Could it be him?" Massie pointed at the guy.
"Yeah! That's him, wait here, I'll bring him" Massie looked at the guy. He was tall, at least 6'1. He had sandy blond hair, and light colored eyes she couldn't really see. His facial features were really sharp and manly. He was dressed in a pair of straight legged gray pants and a white band tee shirt. On his shoulder was a black worn out messenger bag.
Adele greeted Chris and brought him towards the receptionist.
"Mrs. Lyons is ready to see you. If you go to the elevator and ask for the penthouse she'll be waiting for you" the receptionist let them know and nodded at the elevator man.
They walked into the elevator and the man clicked on the penthouse.
"Oh, I absolutely forgot! Chris, this is Massie. Massie this is Chris" Adele introduced the two cousins after a moment of silence.
"Hi, nice to meet you" they both said as they shook their hands. The elevator reached the penthouse and as soon as they walked out there was a short corridor leading to a big oak wooden door.
"Judi? Are you in there? This is Adele Williamson, the Winston's family lawyer. We talked over the phone?" Adele chanted as she made her way in, and the two teenagers followed her.
"I'm coming! Come in!" A lyrical voice sang out as it became closer. When Judi showed her face, Massie immediately examined her new guardian and godmother.
She was beautiful, just the way she expected. Her long blond locks fell down on her shoulders and were very similar to Nicole Kidman's. Her skin was pure and looked soft almost like it had been photo-shopped. She was extremely tall, and it was obvious that she was a model in the past.
She was dressed in a very classy Chanel tweed suit, and smelled like Chanel n.5. Massie only knew because some girl in her school continued to brag about it, when in reality it was just a sample they gave out a Sephora even if you just bought a nail polish.
"Oh my God. Massie!" Judi gasped as she saw the brunette simple girl who was at least 5'8" tall, lengthy and toned legs and body in general. Judi kept on looking at the girl with her right hand covering her chin and mouth. "I can't believe how much you grew! Last time I saw you, you were just one year old!"
Massie didn't know how to reply and just smiled. "Chris! Haven't seen you in a year! How are you doing, dear?"
"I'm coping, thanks. It's good to see you Judi" Chris spoke as he put down his messenger bag.
"You too, darling. You must be starving! Shall we go have lunch? The chef cooked us some Italian food. I hope you like Italian food" Judi sounded nervous as she led them to the dining hall. It was huge. The ones you saw in movies such as 'What A Girl Wants' with Amanda Bynes.
"Absolutely" Massie replied at the same time as Chris.
"Who doesn't love Italian food, after all?" Adele thankfully smiled. They sat on the places that had plates in front and Massie felt really uncomfortable as a bunch of waiters walked towards each of them handing out plates of pasta in a synchronized movement.
Massie put a napkin on her thighs and grabbed a fork and started eating once Judi did too.
"So, Judi. Kendra's will specifically says that Massie should have the freedom she wants. The money that has been allowed them has been put in lots of different credit cards, I'll hand it to you how to use it appropriately. I thought it would have been best to give you five hundred thousand for both of their education. I know Briarwood Prep is one of the most expensive in the USA, and I checked and that is enough for both two years of tuition and their college years."
"Approximately, that would be the perfect amount" Judi replied. "If you're thinking of going into an Ivy League school, the tuition, the books, the living costs, the food for four years... It's quiet a good sum. I know that you want to go to NYU, Chris. But how about you, Massie?"
"I honestly really don't know. I've never been this confused and lost. I still can't get over the fact that I inherited the whole family money that has been passed on in six generations in less than a second. Before I knew it, I became the richest teenager in the states, maybe even the world with Chris." Massie replied. She was truly saying what she was feeling.
"I've got so many thoughts in my head. I've been a very good student throughout all these year, yet I would have never expected to have a chance at going to an Ivy League, mostly for money. But now that I have it it's a completely different case."
"I understand, Massie. Your school's university adviser will help you find your path." Judi caressed Massie's hand sweetly. "Talking about school... I have already enrolled you at Briarwood Prep. Today is Friday, so you have the whole weekend to get settled down and get prepared."
"We're starting this Monday?" Chris asked stunned.
"Yeah, is it too early?" Judi asked concerned.
"No, it's fine. It's just happening so fast."
Adele looked at Massie and decided that she wanted to be someone Massie could rely on. As an older sister, as a mentor, as a whatever. "First I was thinking, maybe you could decide to spice up your look" Adele dared to say. "Both of you" she pointed at Massie and Chris raising her eyebrow.
"What do you mean?" Chris asked worried.
"You know, Briarwood Prep is a very elite kind of school. Kids judge people by their looks. And honestly, I say this without wanting to offend you, but you wouldn't last a day in BP looking like this"
"Ouch" Chris looked away, grinning. Massie smiled. She knew what Adele meant. She wanted her to look even better. Massie was never ugly. But she never had the kind of pampering the million dollar girls had. She couldn't wait to see her improved self in front of the mirror.
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