Hey guys! This is Insayne-in-da-membrane here! First fanfic…in a LOONNNGGG time. I used to be LoversnPeril7 but for some reason, they've locked me out of that username . Here is my first Clexa fanfic!
Summary: Lexa Woods, a victim of the foster system, is just trying to pursue her dreams and on the night of her 18th birthday, she receives a letter that will change her entire life completely. Clarke Griffin is the biggest star of the decade and America's sweetheart but after she is betrayed by her boyfriend, her path strays and she begins to get lost. One night, one song. Was it fate or just plain coincidence?
Chapter 01: Enter Lexa Woods
Unbelievable.
This entire situation must be a farce of some sort that the gods above created to spite me. For the entirety of my life, all 18 years of it, I have been tossed from family to family never having that type of foundation and now they tell me that I have an inheritance from my parents.
Parents? I don't even remember them.
From what I've been told, they were on their way from a business trip in London and their private jet was caught in the middle of a hurricane and was deemed dead the moment no bodies were found, only debris.
"Lexa…do you wish for me to come with you?"
My thoughts were interrupted by Gustus. His voice is so deep and intimidates most but having heard it for most of my life, I could hear the underlying concern. He is always protective of me. I don't know how our relationship came to be but I will always be thankful for everything he has done.
Taking a deep breath and steeling my overly-hardened heart, I respond, "No Gus…I-I need to do this alone."
The trek to my parent's lawyer's office was long and nerve racking. I really wasn't sure what to expect. My hand reached the cold iron of the handle and with a breath, I opened the door. The room was overly large. It looked like one of those throne rooms that I would often see on TV shows like Reign or The Tudors. It exuded an air of royalty and of high status and I knew that if I were to break anything, I would have to work night and day for the rest of my life just to pay it back.
The royal purple seeping through the seams of gold patterns are decorated over the vastness of the room. A vintage sofa sits under the rays of sunlight that peer through the window and if this doesn't yell 'Royalty', then it must be the massive vintage Maplewood executive desk that spanned more than it should sitting in the middle but towards the furthest wall.
The man behind the desk wore a brown tweed three piece suit with a vibrant burgundy tie. His face was adorned by a five o'clock shadow which is what I believe most women would say handsome. But I wouldn't know since I never felt any attraction towards the opposite sex in all my life.
"Miss Alexandra Woods, my name is Eric Hutcherson III, your late parents' financial lawyer. I presume you have read the details within the letter that my firm has sent on your birthday?"
After shaking his hand, I nodded, keeping my distance and guard up but also relaxed a bit when I saw no look of malcontent in his eyes. He gestured for me to sit down and I did so.
Whoa…this chair is comfy. I could fall asleep in this.
Noticing my shoulders relaxing, he let out a deep chuckle.
"Yes, these chairs are remarkably comfortable. I have seen that look on many of my clients' faces."
I felt a bit out of place knowing that he caught my lapse of character so I quickly shake it off and bring my walls back up.
"Yes I read them. You mentioned an inheritance?"
He nodded and opened one of the many folders that occupied his desk and took out a very thin pack of paper.
"Yes…your parents were able to leave behind a living trust as a precaution in case something like this was to happen. I'm going to read it out loud and if, at any point, you need elaboration, please just let me know."
He looked at me waiting for my response. A part of me was terrified but I knew that in the end, things were going to change for me. After collecting my wits once more, I nod my consent.
He smiles briefly and then begins to sift through the papers.
"I, Nathanial Arthur Woods II and Alexandria Mason-Woods, hereby declare on this day, May 19th, 1998, being of sound mind, wish to grant the following to our daughter, Alexandra Marie Woods.
PROPERTY: Our penthouse in midtown Manhattan, NY: 3,815 sq ft; 4 Bedrooms, 4.5 bath, Metropolitan Tower, including a separate studio unit as well. Penthouse amounts to $14,995,000. Address: 146 West 57th Street Apt: 77/78A New York, NY 10019.
Our Family home in Beverly Hills, CA: 7,430 sq ft; 6 bedrooms, 9 bathrooms, 0.46 acres. Family Home amounts to: $19,975,000. Address: 551 Chalette Dr. Beverly Hills, CA 90210.
The summer homes: Secret Cove in Kilauea, Kauai, Hawaii;-"
I couldn't hear anymore at that point.
$14M? $19M? Holy fuck.
And they had more homes in Hawaii, Miami, Paris, Barcelona, and some other places that I could not pronounce. I knew that my parents were rich but this was getting ridiculous. Apparently the summer homes are all very luxurious and very expensive with many zeroes that follow a ridiculous number and that I will also be getting paid since there are others who wish to rent those homes from me.
Eric must have seen the overwhelming look I had on my face because he took a moment to stop and offer me some water. I accept wholeheartedly and chug the cool liquid down my throat. Once my breathing was controlled, I chance a look at him.
"H-how rich were my parents? Because this is getting fucking ridiculous!"
He looked at me almost as if I grew another head and answered me.
"You don't know, do you?"
He obviously saw how annoyed that question just made me because he continued on.
"Your parents were both CEOs of their own rightful companies. Your mother headed ZION, the leading Pharmaceuticals in Research and Appliances, the company that is used by multiple nations worldwide. They were also known to provide for under privileged nations without needing repayment. Your mother was the next Mother Theresa in terms of her views on peace as well as good natured."
Wow. So my mom was pretty much a saint. I could tell from his apprehensive look on his face that he was waiting for me to process this information. Once again, annoyed, I gesture for him to move along.
"And your father…well he was the CEO of his own record company, Grounders INC, but he was known for his investments in almost everything. He has shares in companies that span from Electronics to Manufacturing to Fast Food. He was intelligent and every company he touched and invest in, it would skyrocket in terms of monetary avenues and stock market values. He was…"
I notice how Eric had become more somber and sad every time he mentioned one of my father's feats.
"Were you close to him?"
The words came out of my mouth before I could even stop them. I watch Eric closely as the corner of his mouth lifted in a soft smile.
"Your dad and I…he was like a father to me. He mentored me during my days as just an intern at his main office and although I was just a lowly intern who was running around grabbing coffee and taking out everyone's garbage, he took the time to bring me to his office and teach me the ropes. H-he became more than my boss…he became the father I never had."
I felt for him right then. I never knew my father so to hear such things about him stirred something in my heart that I thought I had hidden away a long time ago.
"I'm sorry…it must be hard for you to…do this with me."
Eric softly laughed and looked at me with a fond smile.
"You know…I can see him in you. As well as your mother. You look just like her but your eyes are just like your dad's."
The words warmed me without my knowing and I couldn't help but feel the familiar sting of tears welling in my eyes. He quickly looked away and cleared his throat.
"Right…well it says here that you hold forty percent of the shareholders of both companies. Are you interested in taking over one of their businesses?"
I quickly shook my head.
"No, I don't think I wish to get into business like that. I have my own dreams that I'd like to pursue."
He nodded in understanding.
"Alright…well just in case you are wondering. Both companies are being led by people that your parents knew would treat it with outmost respect and diligence. And let me see here…its more properties that were listed for you as well as forms of transportation and…aha! Article VIII stating that your parents are leaving their trust funds to be in your name the moment you reached the age of eighteen. You have now inherited a balance of $798M not including the life insurance from both of your parents which were $60M a piece which, altogether, would equal a total of $918M. Would you like for us to place it in your current bank account or start a new one?"
$918M?
As my eyes rolled back, the last I could hear was Eric frantically moving around the desk to reach me and yelling, "Miss Woods?! Miss Woods?!" before falling unconscious on the floor.