Once a Dare leads to Love (BOOK 1)

|21|Mistake|

Helen P.O.V

I woke up because of the throbbing pain in my head. Groaning, I shifted in a sitting position on the bed and massaged my temples. I slowly opened my eyes and the girl stared back at me from the mirror made me stunned.

How the hell was it possible?

I remembered getting drunk to oblivion and still, I was home and kind of in full clothes. How did this miracle happen?

I hopped out of the bed and walked towards the mirror, staring at myself with confusion. My hair was a mess and my face messier, there were stains of tears on my cheeks and my mascara was smudged. I tried to remember what happened last night but all in vain. Did I cry?

I undid my braid and stared at my face. This was the story of every time, whenever I got drunk, I forgot everything that happened to me. I cursed my stupid brain and trudged to take a relaxing bath.

Once I dressed in a pink lace top and blue jeans, I applied a bit of makeup and trekked out of the room. I live in a separate house, not with my parents but it was a matter of fact that my parents were my neighbors. I descended the stairs as my blonde waves bounced on my shoulders.

I sat at the dining table and Maria the maid who worked for me, settled my breakfast. I looked at her as she placed the coffee cup in front of me. I could ask her about tonight but asking a question in a normal manner wasn't in my dictionary. So I chose another way.

"Where is that guy?" I asked, sipping the coffee.

"Which guy, ma'am?" She asked, a bit shocked.

"The one with whom I came home last night," I stated, casually scrolling on my phone, acting like, as if, I had very important things to look at in my phone screen when practically there was nothing.

"Oh, that one." She said, nodding her head.

"He left after dropping you in your room." She said and I immediately looked at her with wide eyes.

A guy left, without doing any deeds, without taking advantage of a drunken girl.

How come we still have such gentlemen on earth?

I chuckled, "What a gentleman!"

"Yes, ma'am he was a very handsome one, too. I asked his name so that I could tell you later but he just smiled and left. Ma'am he had a dimpled smile." She started and forgot to push her brakes. That explained why I didn't like to talk way too much with workers.

But her last sentence caught my attention. I felt a chill run down my spine. Could it be him? Oh, God! What if I said or did something stupid?

"How---how does he look like?" I asked, trying my best to hide my curiosity. A part of me knew it was him but the other part refused.

"He had black hairs and somehow Korean features and his smile..." I cut her before she again started to talk about his dimples.

"Enough! Tell me, was it him?" I showed her the picture and she immediately nodded.

For a moment, I went numb. I didn't know how to react to it. So, it was him. Owen Garnett, the guy with trust issues. I sighed.

Last night I went to a club because I was so angry at no one in particular. I was angry at myself for being so idiot, on Zack for insulting me in front of the whole school, calling me a whore. And... On Owen for not believing me.

Well, he never believed me.

I wasn't a typical horny girl, who changed her boyfriend like clothes. But no one ever understood me and I ended up acting like one. Which was good at some points because I came to know that I had a passion for acting and I could be an actress.

When I met Owen, I thought he do trust me but no. That day... I wasn't kissing that guy but he had forcefully pinned me against the locker and despite my all struggles, I was unable to escape. Instead of believing me and helping me, he figured that I was ditching him. Stupid!

He didn't believe me because I kissed a guy before, but it was because of a dare. He very hardly believed me that time and when he found me in the locker room pinned against a locker. Anger did the best out of him and I broke two hearts.

Later I found out that it was all planned. That guy did it on purpose just to hurt Owen. The bloody rival thing destroyed us. I could explain everything to him but he never asked for any explanation. And when I tried to explain, he refused to listen. However, that guy got kicked, well, Trio made him kicked out of the school.

"Oh my God, Princess. You can't believe this." A cheerful voice of my dad broke the long-gone train of my thoughts.

He was coming towards me with a winning smile on his face. As usual, he was wearing his three-piece business attire, hair jelled back perfectly. He had a newspaper in his hand. I forced a smile on my face.

"Hey! Good morning!" I said. He kissed my forehead and pulled a chair out, then sat beside me. Maria also poured coffee for him.

"You know I was trying to get a very important deal with Kingstons." He said and sipped his coffee. I rolled my eyes at him.

"Come on, Mister Brandon Mark. Don't tell me you are here in the morning just to tell me about your stupid deal." I huffed at my Dad. He and his all-business deals were just a pain in my ass. Why he had to be so workaholic?

Of course, I would never take over his business after him. I wanted to be an actress. I wanted to be someone who would live in every heart, someone whom every heart craved. Anyhow, I could never take my place in Owen Garnett's heart.

"No, I'm here to invite you to dinner tonight, Princess Helen Mark. A family dinner only you, I, and your mom. What say?" He wiggled his brows and grinned sheepishly.

"How did this miracle happened?" I asked, shocked by the fact what he just said.

"Actually, this is the real miracle," he said, opening the newspaper where the front page had 'Garnett hot news' pasted in bold letters.

I almost choked the coffee and snatched the newspaper for him. Damn it!!!! Holly shit! What did I do? My eyes would be almost bulged out of my sockets if not for my good acting skills. I faked a smile and said in a cheerful tone.

"Wow! That's surprising! But how?" I said, internally cursing myself.

"Finally, Mark Enterprises will beat Snyder." He exclaimed while I internally facepalmed.

You got it right, Zack's father and my father were business rivals and they both were trying to get a deal with Kingston. Let me remind myself because of my stupidity, my father was going to get it.

'Is it a good thing? Or is it a bad thing?'

I again looked at the news screaming in bold words.

"Because of this scandal." My Dad pointed at the newspaper, "There are 98% chances that we will get this deal."

"Good for you." That was all I managed to say.

Damn it!

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