Wicked Devil by Daniela Romero EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Daniela Romero
- Language: English
- Genre: Teen & Young Adult Fiction on Bullying
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A L L I E
Alejandra you’re going to be late for school.” Janessa calls out
using my full name. I sigh and choose to ignore her. She
won’t think anything of it. She’s done her job and informed
me of the time, as I’m sure my father instructed her to do. My father.
Thinking of Gerald Ulrich as anything aside from an absolute and total
stranger just feels … weird.
I worry my bottom lip and stare at my reflection in the floor-length
mirror, bracing myself for what will be my first day at a new school, in a
new town, with a new family. Because clearly, my life wasn’t hard enough.
Tears prick my eyes but I blink hard to clear them. Come on, Allie. Hold
it together. I refuse to allow myself to cry. Not today. Not tomorrow. Not
again.
If I do, I’m not sure I’ll ever stop.
Sucking in a shuddering breath, I take in my appearance. I look okay, I
guess. Except the girl staring back at me is nothing like the Alejandra
Ramirez I’ve been the past seventeen years. She looks preppier. Richer.
Honestly, the girl staring back at me looks like a stuck-up bitch.
I look nothing like me. I’m wearing a pair of white skinny jeans that are
all but painted onto my body and a soft pink floral top. It has sheer flowing
sleeves and exposes a thin strip of my tanned midriff. It’s beyond feminine.
If my best friend Julio could see me now, he’d probably keel over laughing.
This is not my look.
Not that anyone here cares.
Back home, I would have gone to school in ripped jeans, a vintage band
tee with an oversized hoodie, and a pair of black K-Swiss sneakers. White if
I felt like being fancy that day. It would have been okay to toss my hair into
a messy bun and wear my gold hoop earrings with winged eyeliner and
little else as far as makeup was concerned. Hell, most days I didn’t bother
with even the eyeliner. I’d always been a bit of a tomboy. I was still a
tomboy.
Though looking at me now, you’d never know it.
But last week when I met my bio-dad, he took one look at me in his
polished gray suit and disgust quickly curled his upper lip. Being a tomboy
was unacceptable. I needed to look the part, as Janessa—his personal
assistant—had reminded me on, so far, three separate occasions in the same
number of days. I am Gerald Ulrich’s daughter, not some chola from the
wrong side of town. Gerald is a prominent member of his community.
Gerald is a businessman. Gerald has a flashy car and money and probably
only carries black credit cards in his wallet.
His daughter needs to hold herself to certain standards.
Bring on the eye roll and insert an insane amount of sarcasm here.
Until a week ago, I’d been his estranged and forgotten daughter.
Not anymore.
Not since my mom died.
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