Rags and riches: In the end what's the difference? FINALLY UPDATED!
missd735:
Madison composed herself and smiled at the audience as she sat down in her seat after being introduced at the Kyla talk show.
"Thank you for joining us Madison."
"My pleasure. It's great to be here."
"As we all know, you are the heiress to your family business the Jonestar Casinos, a multi-billion dollar empire. You've pretty much grown up in the public eye. How do you deal with that?"
"It's difficult. Everything I do is magnified and you sometimes I just want to be with my friends and have a relaxing night, but that's not always possible."
"Tell me about it, you've got papparazzi on your tail most of the time as well as the media. Speaking of the media, we've got a few questions to ask about some of the stories in the magazines."
Madison rolled her eyes and readied herself to hear what was next.
"Sims weekly recently featured an article about you being pregnant and trying to hide it. What do you have to say about that?"
Madison shook her head. "I assure you, I am not pregnant. What can I say? Maybe they ran out of stories and decided to make one up. This isn't the first time really."
Kyla continued to ask questions and Madison answered each one politely remembering that her image represented her family which also represented the company.
Later that night Madison wearily climbed into bed exhausted from the day's events. She shut her eyes willing to slip into dreamland knowing full well that the following day would be just as exhausting. Just as she was about to leave the land of the waking, Dawson's face popped into her mind. It had been 2 weeks and Dawson still hadn't called her.
Dawson flopped onto the couch weary from the day's events. He rubbed his temples hoping feeling a headache coming on. It had been a long day, but he was satisfied with the profit he had made. He told no one that he had quit his job at the fish factory and now in the drug dealing business. Only he knew the dark alleys he ventured into.
He grabbed the remote and turned on the television hoping to ease his mind. He knew they only had a few channels since they didn't have cable, but he decided to try anyway. Just as he was about to give up and go to bed, he caught a glimpse of a face that grabbed his attention.
It was Madison on a talk show. It surprised him how fast his heartbeat went at the sight of her. She was beautiful as always displaying the charming smile that tugged at his heart. I'll call her tomorrow, I promise. Now that I have some extra money. I'll use Greg's phone.
"Dawson?" He turned his head to find his little sister Janie beside him. "I see something under the door. I think it's an envelope. She watched these events in order: Dawson heading towards the door, Dawson grabbing the envelope, Dawson opening the envelope, Dawson looking surprised. "What is it?" she asked. At first he didn't speak.
"It's $500." He finally said.
Bremerton watched out of the corner of his eye as Madison smiled for the cameras at the kid's ball charity event. She was more stunning than he expected and he admired the jewlery that sparked on her skin. He was certain that he had already won his parents over and now he just had to woo her.
"Madison over here!"
"Madison! Madison! When is your baby due?"
"Madison, who designed your dress?"
Madison kept her smile amidst the chaotic screaming and frantic yelling. She chose not to answer any questions. The truth was, her feet were killing her and she was begginning to get a headache. On top of that, she had had little sleep the night before with thoughts of Dawson filling her mind. She was beginning to think that perhaps he had forgotten about her.
She made her way towards the bathroom hoping to find some pain killers in her purse.
"What a fine lady to run into." A voice said behind her.
She turned around and looked up into the eyes of an unfamiliar man.
He smiled brightly and introduced himself. "Hello. I'm Bremerton Blake. I don't believe we've met yet and I would forever regret it if I passed up on this opportunity." Madison found his charm appealing, but kept her guard up knowing full well how people were not always who they appeared to be.
She smiled back politely. "Nice to meet you. I'm Madison Jones." Bremerton nodded in response and said, "I already know that. How could I not know the most beautiful girl in Simlywood?" He held his hand out to her offering to escort her to the banquet hall. Reluctantly, she took his hand and they made their way to the banquet hall. All the while Bremerton thought I can't mess this up. If I do this right, I'll be in charge of the Jonestar Casinos.
Stella stood on an abandoned street beneath a fire escape and wondered what her friends were doing at school. She had not seen them since she had dropped out. She felt she no longer needed it now that she was making money. She saw a car approach and held her breath as it stopped infront of her.
She pushed all thoughts aside and opened the passenger door and slid into the seat. The driver didn't say a word--they never really did. He pulled out onto the road and headed towards an abandoned factory. He parked the car and Stella continued to look straight ahead dreading what was about to come.
The driver closed all the windows and looked around making sure no one else was near. He then proceeded to unbuckle his pants and Stella braced herself. This is for mom. This is for our family.
missd735:
caterena: Thanks for liking my story!
Elven_Song: It depends where you live whether or not prostitution is illegal so I guess you can decide whether what Stella is doing is or is not.
desepos: Aw, thanks! Well one's a celebrity so I guess she should be beautiful. Although I like fantasy and old age stories, I think I'm better off with modern day stories so thanks for saying they seem real.=)
oddball011: Well you were half right in your prediction. He didn't exactly give her the money, but he helped her find a way to get some.
oddball011:
wow you are great at throwing in un expected turns
I will definetely be tuning in to this story :)
missd735:
Things haven't exactly gone sour yet...still more to come.
Elven_Song:
Poor Stella! :sad3: Nobody should have to go through that.. especially if they're still young.
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