My Memoir

Prologue

I'm not exactly sure what motivated me to become a model, but here I am. Kamiya Kaoru, beautiful model extraordinaire! Since my real passion is in the writing arts, I only confuse myself on why I became a mannequin for the latest fashion craze.

Let me tell you that when I was a child, I was always part of writing contests – and winning them, too – and writing workshops and my English professor told me I had real talent in writing. Ha! Maybe my intensive vocabulary and sometimes cruel-when-irritated attitude was what drove the press wild and earned such raving reviews. In the world of the dirtily rich and immensely popular, I am regarded as the Lexicon Bitch.

Wait, did I say that proudly? Hn, maybe I am proud of being different from all those ditzy, brainless models who strut only to make men – filthily rich men, mind you – to lust after them.

Let's get back to the main issue: Why I became a model.

But mainly, the reason why I decided to loan my body for the whims of fashion was the last death wish of my mom, Linda Yukishiro. When she was young herself, my mom dreamed of becoming a model. But then, she became pregnant with me, and got married. Normally, my social-climbing mother would have died first before going into matrimony, but my dad was a very important political figure in the government, a highly respected congressman. And it would be a scandal for my father to have bedded a woman, got her pregnant and not get married!

So they did.

My mom's dream was shattered and I think from her point of view, I was at fault. If I hadn't been conceived, then daddy wouldn't have married her and she would have been a model! So, even knowing that I was blameless but still feeling guilty, I pushed away my dream of being a writer and became a model.

But the weird thing was, my mom already had a daughter before, from a different guy this time. This was two years before mom and daddy met. My half-sister was Yukishiro Tomoe. Oh yeah, my ex-fiancé's half-sister!

Confused? Let me explain clearly.

My mom, Linda, met Tomoe's dad in a famous bar tavern in the seedy part of town and got pregnant after two weeks of being together. Mom wanted to abort Tomoe because she didn't want a baby foiling her goal of being a model, but Tomoe's dad – whose name by the way is Kou, so as I won't always use the term 'Tomoe's dad' – wouldn't hear of it. So after nine months – but mom flat out refused to marry Uncle Kou – Tomoe was born and mom left her in the care of Uncle Kou. Then, a year later, Uncle Kou married this beautiful but simple woman, Ororo Sakura. They had a son, so hence Enishi, my ex-fiancé. Meanwhile, a year after Uncle Kou married Aunt Sakura, my mom met daddy and you know the rest.

But when I was six years old, and Tomoe seven and Enishi six, my daddy died of heart attack. Mom was left as a widow and the owner of three huge estates and a lot of money, married Uncle Kou for he was a widower, who lost his wife about the same time daddy died. Weird, huh?

So now, I'm Uncle Kou's adopted daughter and Tomoe and Enishi my adopted siblings. Although technically, Tomoe and I are half-sisters and I only adopted Enishi, but you get the picture.

You can just imagine the scandal this caused when the press found out my history. And you can just imagine the much worst scandal when Enishi and I, in no way blood related, became engaged.

Then, four months later, I broke off the engagement.

Why?

Because I have just met the most wonderful and handsome guy. He is so sweet and nice, almost polite-to-a-fault and a really great cook!

His name is Himura Kenshin and he is the most gorgeous guy I have ever seen. He's a very successful business tycoon but still quite down-to-earth.

And I genuinely fell in love with him at first sight.

The one downfall: He's married.

Guess to whom?

My sister.

Life is so unfair!!!