Chapter 1:

Chapter 1:

A New Beginning from the Past

Bailene touched her Chanel glossed lips to the rim of her Cosmo martini and took a small sip. The view around her was ultimately spectacular. Friends, family, and workers crowded around her patio and lawn as far as she could see from her two-story house. Of course, the party wasn't over and eventually she would have to face them with the dread she always had.

"You should really go out there, the weather is amazing," joked James walking into Bailene in an empty room. He walked carefully into the perimeter and closed the door behind him, while he watched Bailene stand over her terrace looking breathtaking. The hem of Bailene's chiffon dress whirled around her as a blow of wind passed by creating an almost surreal Goddess as James continued to walk further closer to her.

"Leave James, you're no more than game that I wish to lose to," Bailene replied not glancing back at him.

"Feisty… at your own party I wonder what you shall be at mine." Bailene took a short breath and gave him an evil smile as he continued to make his way towards her. James had always been somewhat fascinated with her, which she couldn't comprehend. Then again, it turns out many had always been breathless around her.

"I was just joking, but you look radiant in the sun. People need to see the hostess especially one as fine as you," confessed James into her ear from behind. He could smell her new scent of roses and lavender on her skin, which sent goose bumps up his body. Bailene stood still and continued to have locked eyes over the party making James uneasy.

"How bout you and I, here together play around?" asked James twirling Bailene around to see her face.

"You sicken me. Go find yourself someone worth your while and leave me to peace," Bailene responded. James eyes filled with anger, as he desired her greatly. He leaned in for a kiss but stopped as he heard someone come in.

"James Brentwood I've should have known you'd be with my sister, Bailene," greeted Troy Bellamont from the French doors that opened the terrace to the view of them together. James removed his hand from Bailene's and gave a smirk to Troy.

"Troy, Miss. Bailene," James said as he quickly made his way out.

Troy watched as James walked out the door and into the hallway of his parent's multi-million dollar home.

"Bailene you should be out there rather than in here giving yourself to James Brentwood for Gods sake," scolded Troy.

"Brother you stupid little boy I've said millions of times, between James and I nothing has happened. Kill me now for I have not sinned against your word or of our parents," Bailene replied in defense.

"Please B, I've seen and heard what have done. Nothing is kept a secret; I'm ashamed to call you my sister," asked Troy.

"Don't even, you have no right, you may be my brother by blood but nothing more. You're neither my father nor my God, so why should you look down upon me? I know what you do too and with greater depth than anyone else," threatened Bailene giving Troy a cold, hard stare.

"If I see him with you I will kill him, you hear." Bailene gave a sigh, walked past her brother, and opened the gold brass doorknob.

"I hear but you should know already, he doesn't listen neither does every other boy out there," replied Bailene now walking farther down into her home and out towards the patio.