𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙖-𝙈𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙣 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩

I knew that right now what I'm doing is wrong. But Mrs. Martin isn't here and there will never be a much better time to tell the kids the truth.  

They were all upset and in there rooms, refusing to talk to producers, directors, even there friends. It was upsetting me and made me feel uneasy because the last time the house was so depressed was when Rayyana's incident happened. 

Well, not the whole house...just me and Rayyana. 

I called the kids down which took them ages to do, and gently sat them down on the L shaped sofa with mugs of coffee and their favourite cookies. 

I bit my lip and fumbled with my thumbs before saying "Today I...today I want to tell you all the story of Rayyana." They all gasped and stared at me as if I told them the truth about there mother. "Are you..are you serious?" Zaara asked me stunned. I nodded "Yes, It is time you all learn the truth." 

So, I took a deep sigh and told the tale that the old Mrs. Martin warned me not to tell them. 

𝙍𝙖𝙮𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙖-𝘼𝙜𝙚 18

Flashing Lights 

Horrible Family 

Depression 

Welcome to the sweet life of Rayyana Martin!

An actress since the age of 6, starred into many movies and T.V shows. 

My life is great!

Not 

I had 4 siblings, me, Aya, Aabid, and Amir. 

Yeah I'm the only R, screw you

Anyway, I made my choice of becoming an actress after I had fucked up my life by becoming a mathematician. 

Life lesson: Numbers suck

I was kicked out of my university because I was holding my friends weed that she had forced into my hand, mumbled a thanks, and then ran away. 

I was homeless for a while before moving back in with my parents who made it there job to tell me that I was a screw up every damn fucking day. 

never ending cycle I tell ya. 

So, I decided to end my misery by selling my soul into this hellhole called acting!

Exciting, isn't it? 

Now, on T.V acting is shown as something awesome and something that can make you a quick buck, only half of that is true. Yes, you can make tons of money but acting being awesome? Screw that. 

It actually mainly depends on who your director is. 

And if he's horny or not. 

"Mother please." I said into the phone while singling to my stylist Sarah to hurry up. I was already 5 minutes late to my shoot and my mother was being a pain in the ass as always. 

"Please Rayyana, this deal is important! And must I remind you that I'm doing this for you because you're a screw up?" I groaned and banged my head on my table. 

Growing up poor, my parents were quick to support me being an actress. After all, money talks. It was easy since I was naturally "gifted" as all the directors said to me. 

And my gifted, they meant I had big tits. 

I landed some good roles and characters and ended up making enough to give ourselves an apartment. Even though my siblings are young, they are also being prepared to become actors and actresses. 

The problem? 

Aya isn't as beautiful as me (as my mother puts it) which I think isn't true

Amir is too focused on becoming a doctor

And Aabid? Well, he's too focused on his girlfriend to care about us.

I sigh and say "Okay, Ill think about it. I have to go." And then I cut the call, thank Sarah and quickly made my way to the shoot. 

Not to brag, but I have 37.9k followers on instagram and in real life. Not a lot, but still more then my siblings. I am adored because I don't smoke, drink, or sell my body which is apparently how this industry works. 

"Thats a wrap!" my director says. I thank him for his time and go to my trailer where I get a call from my best friend Maya. 

"Hey girly!" Maya says in her normally cheerful tone. Maya and I met when we were 7 and got the role of being best friends. It's funny cause when we started I hated Maya and she hated me. 

"Can you come over? My brother is coming home and I want you guys to meet!" I looked at my wrist and realized I didn't actually have a watch so I said sure and made my way over to Maya's house. 

Now, unlike my parents Maya's actually loved her. And would do anything for her and her brother whom I have yet to meet. Maya's dad is Australian while her mother is Pakistani which is perfect since my parents are the same. 

Unfortunately, my dad doesn't have the accent. 

And I've never gone to Australia before.

New fact about Maya: she's way more cooler then me

I open the door since I am not a guest but a daughter here (I told you Maya's parents are awesome!) and make my way directly to mayas room. I say hello to her staff and open her creaky door and walked into her room which is actually pretty normal. 

Something that Maya isn't 

Everything is...decent. Nothing too big, or flashy. 

I like that about her. 

I see her laying in bed wearing boyfriend jeans, socks, and a tube top. Her hair is in a ponytail Ariana style and her makeup was ivy green. She looked up and smiled widely showing her braces at me. 

I had braces once. 

Don't want to go down that road again. 

"Rayyana!" she said jumping up from her bed and smothering me with her hugs. I used to find them annoying but I've been hanging out with her for so long that I've gotten used to it. "Hey Maya! Hows the family?" Her cat nala jumped up on her bed and meowed at me. 

Nala and I were on good terms half of the time, depending on her mood. 

"The family is good, mostly excited for Ali's return." Ali, her brother. We talked the rest of the time while I helped her decorate. 

Never meeting Maya's brother makes sense, but I've never even seen the guy. Maya mentioned once when we were little that he was handsome but she followed with "So handsome in fact that he can punch you right in those flat ass tits you got!" 

So...yeah I was kind of scared after that to ever see him. I know that right now he was in Japan shooting a movie, but thats about it. Maya excused herself to go to the bathroom while I finished up in the kitchen.

Maya claimed that Ali loved her cookies which was why she told the staff to take a break. I had just set the timer when I heard a thud. I turned around to see a man walking in too preoccupied on his phone to watch where he was going, or apparently to see who he was talking to because before I could say anything he said 

"Water,"  before sitting down on the kitchen chairs. I stared at him blankly trying to piece together who the hell this guy was. "I said Water." He said still not looking up at me. I crossed my arms and said "I'm sorry, are you asking me for a glass of water? If so, you can ask nicely."

Finally, he looked up at me and I gasped at his green eyes. I've never seen eyes as gorgeous as his. But of course, I didn't admit that to this prick. 

"What did you just say to me?" He said putting away his phone now. I cleared my throat and stood up taller. I've handled jackasses like him before. 

Off course none of them were this handsome

"I said, if you're asking for a glass of water ask politely. If you cant, then get it your fucking self." 

For some reason, he made me nervous. So nervous in fact, that after I said that I turned around and fumbled around with the kitchen supplies which is something I never fucking do.  I kept on fumbling when I suddenly was turned around gently. 

I was met with piercing green eyes, a light stubble, and oh my god those lips. I gulped and stared up at this unfamiliar man who may or may not be a burglar. "Who hired you?" He said in a low tone that sent a shiver down my spine. 

For a split second I didn't understand what he said but when I did, I gave him a confused look. "Hired me? I'm not a maid." He backed away-which was disappointing- and gave me a once over. "Wait a damn minute...aren't you that arrogant bitch Rihanna Martin?"

My crush flew out the window as I stood up tall and glared at him, not just because he called me a bitch but because he just called me a name I really fucking hated.  "No, I'm Rayyana Martin, not Rihanna. And I'm a famous actress and someone you shouldn't fuck with!" I tried not to be a bitch which is easy for me. Hell, I once said sorry to a chair cause I bumped into it. 

"Who the fuck are you?" Fucker gave me an arrogant smirk "Hmm I don't think you have the authority to ask me who I am in my own home." I raised an eyebrow "Your home?" 

Suddenly, Maya walked in and gasped excitedly before jumping into the guys arms "Ali! OMG when did you get home?" 

Ali

That was Ali? 

God damn, dare I say this, but if Maya had introduced me to him years ago I would have let him punch me in the tit as much as he wanted. 

I quickly shook my head and glared at him. He was an asshole! He hugged Maya back and smiled "Just got home," he turned to me and again gave me a look over "I was met by your little...whoever she is." Maya turned to me as if she remembered I was here. 

"Oh yeah! This is Rayyana Martin, Rayyana this is Ali!" Fucker smirked again-what is it with this guy and smirking?- and descended his hand out for me to shake. I ignored it and instead said in a bored tone (which was something I wasn't right now) "We met." 

Maya looked between Ali's hand, and my frown before sighing and turning to Ali "What did you do?" He shook his head and said "Nothing!" Maya sighed and instead changed the topic. She told Ali about the cookies we made and then told me to bring them upstairs. 

She continued talking while leaving the kitchen, obviously expecting Ali to follow her but instead he turned to me, fucking winked, and said "Till we meet again, Rihanna." and then he left while I mumbled curse words at him. 

After that I may or may not have separated his cookies and spat in them....Hey I said may not!

Anyway that was the day I met Ali.

The devil

The asshole

The love of my life