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Love me for me
Chapter one: Business deal

[Lima, Ohio - May 4th 2019]

Okay, Rachel was pissed off. Bad.

She threw her bag on her small green cloth couch together with herself and spread her arms and legs wide all over the couch. She clutched her small hands into fists and she could feel a lonely tear slide down her cheek.

The petite, brunette 25-year-old couldn't understand her dads, her loving and caring fathers in that moment. She couldn't understand how they could marry her off to some rich guy who she didn't know a piss about, not even his name or how he looked. Just because her fathers wanted money, she became their business deal. She never knew they were so desperate when it came to money, she had always thought that she was the most important thing in the world to them. Clearly she wasn't, and because of that she had to move from her hometown Lima in Ohio, to New York City. It wasn't really that bad that she got to go to New York, no, she had always wanted to go there and pursue her dreams.

Her whole life she'd always wanted to go to New York and become a big Broadway star. She knew she had the talent for it, and she knew at the age of one that she was going to get there, one way or another. But this was wasn't the way she expected, nor wanted.

She lifted her hand and quickly wiped the angry tear away. She knew she had to pack all her stuff, because she's going to New York the next morning, but she just couldn't. She would miss her tiny apartment in Ohio, mostly because she knew that she would hate her new apartment her fathers had told her she was going to live in. It would probably be one of those apartments that screams 'I've got cash to burn!', and that made her even more angry. She didn't want to be one of those rich people who just gets what they want, no, she want to earn what she gets.

But she did get up from the couch and began to pack in a big, pink suitcase she got from her dads before she left their house in the morning, after receiving the horrible news. She all her clothes and stuffed her toilet bag into the suitcase.

She ate a pack of vegan ice cream, like she always did when she was sad, before she tucked herself in bed. Her thoughts flew wide and she thought of that in two months she won't be alone anymore. She wondered to herself if they had to sleep in the same bed, just because they were married. She quickly decided no. Maybe at some point she would, but it would take long. Her dads said that she would learn to love her future husband, but that wasn't what she wanted. She wanted real love, someone you would jump in front of a bullet for without thinking.

And now, she would probably never have that.

[Lima, Ohio - May 5th 2019]

It seemed like she did drift off to sleep for a while, because she woke up from the sound of her cell phone. She opened her eyes that were misty from sleep and lifted a hand to reach her cell phone that lay on the nightstand in its charger. She ripped up the pink iPhone without even caring if the charger broke, she would be able to buy a new one when she becomes Mrs. Money Bags.

She groaned loudly when the light from the phone hit her eyes. She swiped her finger across the screen to answer and moved the electronic device to her ear. "I don't want to talk to you," she growled into the phone and closed her eyes again. She heard how her dad, Hiram, cleared his throat.

"Why hello to you too, Rachel," he said, his voice oozing with fake happiness. Rachel felt like she wanted to hit them for even daring calling her when they'd just done something as bad as forcing her into an arranged marriage. But she kept silent. "How are you doing?"

Rachel gnashed teeth. What kind of stupid question was that? "How to do think I'm doing?" she spit into the phone, sitting up in her bed, her white sheets tangled around her petite body.

She could hear Hiram wince a little from her sharp voice. Rachel felt something smile inside of her. She had at least gotten them to get that she is not cool with this. "I'm sorry Sweetie, I -"

"Don't you dare calling me sweetie," she hissed, fury rising inside of her, ready to boil over any second. She placed her bare foot onto the hard wooden floor and got up from bed. She could hear her dad sigh quietly into the phone.

"Okay, I'm sorry Rachel, I know that you don't want to do this but think of everything that comes with it," he said, and she could hear the excitement in his voice. Rachel wanted to throw something. How come she never realized that her fathers were so selfish? Maybe because they had spoiled her so much that it's almost gross, she never saw the true them. That to them, it was all about money. Rachel wanted to throw up right on the floor.

Rachel squeezed her phone so hard she was sure of that it was going to break. "I don't want anything that comes with the damn marriage. I want to marry someone I love, not you. I want a normal marriage, where I can say 'I love you' to my husband without lying right in his and everybody else's faces." She could feel the angry tears that were piling up in her eyes. She heard how Hiram began to object but Rachel continued like she didn't hear him. "Did you marry daddy because of his money?"

"Eh... No, of course not, but that's not -"

The tears she'd been trying to keep back flooded over. 'No, of course not' was what he had said, like it's something every normal person did. And it is something every normal person did. "No, of course you didn't, but I think you two fit perfectly together. You are both selfish, soulless bastards who only cares about yourself. I'm really proud of being your only daughter, who is soon going to get married to a complete stranger. It's really admirable how you're trading my happiness for yours. Now if you excuse me I'm just about to pack the rest of my stuff before I head off to New York. Goodbye Hiram, I hope you're happy."

She ended the call before Hiram could say anything to her. She sighed as she dried her tears off her reddened face with the back of her hand. She looked at her phone, the clock saying 8:30. Her train to New York was leaving in about two hours so she had time to get ready and make it to the train station in time.

She packed the rest of her things in her suitcase before she closed it. She looked around her, her apartment feeling empty without all the pictures and other decorations she had placed all around. She sat down on her bed, that felt oddly cold without the sheets. She felt like she was on the verge of tears again, and she let her head leap into her hands.

She had no idea what to do. But she knew that it wouldn't help by sitting here feeling sorry about herself. No, she would face this as the strong independent woman she was. And nothing would stand in the way of Rachel Berry, ever.

[Manhattan, New York City - May 5th 2019]

When she got out from the train station a couple of incredible slow hours later she drew a deep breath of relief, forgetting for one second why she was really here for. She just let the air of New York, the city of her dreams, swipe her off her feet. All the yellow taxis, all of the sounds from people and cars and everything else mashing together to a murmuring sound and all of the big signs everywhere. The streets were busy with people who walked under the turned on streetlights and Rachel couldn't help but smile a little. She was finally here. In New York, where she belong.

But her thoughts were interrupted when she saw a long black limo pull up right in front of her in the dim light of the streetlights. She stared at it as a middle-aged man stepped out of the car. He was wearing a black suit that was in contrast to his short blonde hair, that was almost fully covered with a black cap.

Was this her driver? Rachel knew that someone was going to pick her up, her fathers had told her so before she left their house the day before yesterday. But she never thought that she would be picked up by a guy in a suit she believed was her driver, in a limo. Rachel would never had thought that she would sit in a limo until she'd won at least her first Tony.

She moved her gaze from the long black car and looked at the man who was standing next to it. He stepped forward and grabbed the handle of the car door that led to the back seat. "Miss Berry," was all her driver said, and she could hear the traces of a British accent in his voice. He made a small gesture with his hand for her to step inside the car. Rachel nodded a little and mumbled a small 'thank you' before walked forward and climbed into the fancy car, with her suitcase still in the firm grip of her hand.

She saw that her driver reached out for it. "Please, let me take your luggage miss Berry."

Rachel awkwardly gave him the handle of her suitcase. "Thank you very much, sir," she said to him as he walked around the car to put her bag in the trunk.

She closed the car door and rested her head against the headrest. She breathed out a quiet sigh and closed her eyes to rest them a bit. So was this how it was going to be for the rest of her life (or at least for the next 10 years or so)? That someone would drive her in a fancy freaking limousine everywhere she wanted to go? She didn't know if she wanted that. Sure, she had always wanted to ride in a limousine, but not this way. She wanted it to be a thing she does like when she is going to the Tony's award or some other thing like that. She didn't want it to be an everyday thing. She wanted to hail a cab like every other New Yorker did. Taxi's a part of the New York life, and she wanted to live like a true New Yorker. Probably she would never even have that now.

Rachel groaned as she opened her eyes, noticing that the car had begun to move. She looked around her for the first time since she entered the car. The seats were made of the whitest leather, and real leather for that matter. She stroke the surface of the seat next to her and gasped a little at the smoothness. She looked up from the seats and her brown eyebrows shot in the air. There was a freaking bar in the car. It was packed with all kinds of booze, but she couldn't quite say what in the dim light. There was also a disco ball in the roof that was turning, creating a soft light in all kinds of different colors.

Rachel saw how they passed all the people and buildings that she could only see in a blur. The darkness of the night didn't make it easier for her to see the city Manhattan, where she now lived. She bent forward towards the seat where her driver sat and she bit her lip nervously.

"Eh, excuse me sir -," she said hesitantly. She could hear a light 'yes' from the drivers seat and she knew she had gotten his attention. "but where are we heading?"

She heard him clear his throat a little. "Please Miss Berry, don't call me sir. Rather call me Thomas. And we are heading to where you shall be living."

It pulled a little in the corners of her mouth. "Okay, well Thomas, where shall I be living?"

It took a while for him to answer, like he didn't really know what to answer. But he did answer. "I'm not allowed to give that kind of information to you. I am just your driver, also butler."

The small smile fell quickly from her lips and she leaned back against the seat, trying her best not to groan. Of course she was going to have a butler, because she's now a filthy rich person. Yippee.

She felt how she was slowly drafted off to sleep there in the backseat. The slight waddling car together with the soft blur outside was slowly lulling her to sleep. Her eyelids felt heavy, like she couldn't hold them up anymore. So she stopped fighting and closed them, and fell into a blissful sleep.

"Miss Berry, we're here."

Rachel felt how a gentle hand shook her out of her sleep. She blinked a couple of times, her sight blurry after her short nap. But she soon saw the smiling face that belonged to Thomas, and he held out a helping hand. Rachel's lips curled into a small, tired smile and she took her driver/butler's hand and she stood up on wobbly legs. As soon as she stood steady she looked up at her now home. And what she saw was unbelievable.

Her father's had told her that she was going to live in an apartment, not far from Manhattan. Sure, this place was not far from Manhattan, but it was sure not an apartment. The place could practically be taken as a small mansion. The big house that was ten, probably more, times bigger than her apartment in Lima. The color of the house was bright white and the darker color on the roof made it look very neat. The house looked like it had endless gardens and lawns stretching out behind it, and the gardens were perfectly taken care of, even in the darkness the night brought, and the small pink and yellow flowers had begun to sprinkle up from the earth.

The only thing Rachel felt like she could do was stare. This house really screamed 'I've got cash to burn!'.

Rachel sighed as she saw Thomas walking up the gravel path that was made of white stones and led up to the stairs that led to the front door. She yawned a little as she began walking the stone path just like Thomas had. The sound of the stones mashing under her feet made her want to cover her tired and sensitive ears with her hands, and she could barely keep her eyes open. It had certainly been a rough day.

When she stepped into the house she couldn't help but gasp and widen her eyes a little. She had walked straight into the grand foyer and it was really a treat to her eyes. The room was softly lighted with a yellow glow that spread throughout the whole room. She could see two stairs, one on each side of her, that led up to the same balcony one floor up. All of the windows were hugged by soft, light pink silk curtains that fluttered softly as the wind that came from the outside through the door hit them.

It was a nice view, and Rachel smiled. It was a really nice view.

"How about I guide you to your room, Miss Berry?"

She jumped a bit at the sound of Thomas' voice, and she quickly turned around. She smoothed out her skirt and her hair and nodded. "Sure, thank you."

Thomas guided her up one of the stairs and through a corridor. There was rooms everywhere in this house and Rachel started to wonder what the hell she was going to put in all these rooms, and how she was going to get through living here all by herself for two months, since she's not allowed to meet her fiancé until the day of the wedding.

Thomas finally stopped when they reached a room in the back of the corridor, and opened the door that led into it. The room was quite ordinary, Rachel thought, if you compare it to the grand foyer for example. The walls were painted in a soft yellow color that reminded her of sunlight. The bed was broad and big and all Rachel wanted right now was throwing herself in that bed and sleep for hours, just escaping all the drama that her life brought to her. There was also a desk in the room that was nicely decorated with pencils and papers and flowers.

She turned around to Thomas, who stood in the entrance, his hands linked together behind his back, making him look professional. "Can you just please excuse me, Thomas? I'd really like to go to bed now," she asked him. He nodded and shot her a quick smile before he closed the door to her room. She saw her suitcase that stood by the corner of her bed. She picked it up and placed it on her bed with a low thud. She opened it and picked out her night-grown and toilet bag, before she closed it again and put it down on the floor. She would take care of that tomorrow, right now she just wanted to go to bed and sleep.

She entered the bathroom and the first thing she noticed was the jacuzzi that stood bright and white in the corner of the big room. Rachel just looked at it. Why wasn't she surprised that she now was the not so proud owner of a jacuzzi? But even though she really didn't want it, the temptation to just fill it with steaming hot water and just relax for hours was there inside her and it was almost as if it was overwhelming. But she shook the feeling off. No her one priority right now is going to sleep. The jacuzzi would be there tomorrow too, right?

She quickly brushed her teeth and cleaned her them with dental floss to get the rest of the food she got from the train out from between her pearly whites. Then she stripped off her red pencil skirt and her black blouse and jumped into her light pink night-grown. She picked up her purple brush that had the words 'I'm a star' engraved in the plastic material. She dragged the brush through her dark brown hair a couple of times until most of the tangles were gone.

She looked into the large, gold framed mirror, chocolate eyes meeting chocolate. She sighed, and her reflection mimicked her action. In two months she would be Mrs. Something-else-than-Berry, and Rachel had to admit that she actually was a little scared. She's gonna marry a stranger and there's nothing she could do to stop it.

Rachel exited the bathroom and leaped into the long longed bed. She rested her head against the fluffy pillow, trying to sleep. But she couldn't. Instead, tears began to stream down her face. She didn't know what to do anymore. The only thing she knew for sure was that she wanted to go home.

A/N2: Okay, first chapter done! Tell me what you think of it, if I shall continue or not. I'd love support, it always makes it easier for me to write. So please do what you guys do best; review, favorite and follow. It'll make me so happy!

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