The Bratty Heiress

So, the title said meet Olga, well then here I am. I'd describe myself as a beautiful young woman (not at all bragging, just stating facts) with dark hair, pale skin, full kissable lips.

You would see me dressed in knee-length designer dresses, high heels, and let down hair, probably with a small encrusted diamond hairpin on it.

It defines my heiress-ness, but my daily style is way more fun and loving, definitely not a bratty style of myself.

Are you sure you still want to read my story? Okay then, don't say that I didn't warn you.

So! For those who have known me from the previous story, let me welcome you to mine.

I'd say it'll be the best story that the Author will ever write, but hey...I'm biased, this is MY story. And I haven't told her everything to write, including the ending. So...yeah, we will see.

First of all, let me tell you all about my childhood. From the previous story, you all know that I'm Nikolai's pretty little sister. Well...you're not mistaken, I am pretty but I'm not his true sister. I'm actually his half-sister.

Yup, so...the story went further back when I was still an itty bitty egg when that bastard, yet alluring (according to mother dearest), filthy rich (this will surely lure a woman) businessman Alexei Markov, decided to fertilize mother and poof.. magically I was created in one of their steamy fucking session. Which ewww...I'm not even going to go there.

Now, the cute part was that alluring filthy rich businessman already has a family. And mother was very mad at him when she found out, and at that same time, I was saying hello to her and making my presence known.

But I truly do love her for keeping me. I was still the size of a pea back then, just a couple of months old. She could easily get rid of me, but she kept me. It was not until months later, that I got to see her. She is the most beautiful woman I've ever set my eyes on.

Again I might be biased since she was the only one holding me and everyone else was wearing their masks. I should be offended thinking I came out smelly, but I was a baby. I simply thought that was just how they looked like. Mehh...

So, let's carry on to the first month of me being in her arms. I love her, she was always there for me. I just need to cry my lungs out, and she'd give me her breast for me to suckle.

What? You need me to fast forward?

Mmm...Okay...so, how about if I told you what happened when I was ten? That's a nice round number, isn't it?

So, I went to a very posh school for girls in Russia. I never asked how we could afford it since mother never works in her entire life. She was always busy though, her social calendar was booked months ahead. Maybe that was her work, being a social butterfly. She had so many friends I couldn't even count, there was always a group of people with her whenever I walked into the house.

"Olga honey, I have enrolled you in the best boarding school. I'm so proud of you. With your grades, they had put you on their early list." Mother said, congratulating me.

"But I'm still ten..." I pouted and she takes me to her lap and hugged me tightly.

"Olga my dear, this is the very best of school we never questioned their methods. But...you're not going until you finish your elementary years. Which is not long now, just keep your grades up and you're settled for the all-girls boarding school."

I would see Alexei, my so-called father. He would come to visit mother every couple of months. She had introduced me to him since I was little, but never as my father. They would talk behind closed doors, in a secrecy manner.

There was this one time when I was walking to the kitchen passing my mother's room. I heard grunts and moans, and that was the day my ears lost their innocence.

Though I went to an all-girls school, kids talk so I know exactly what they were doing. And it was exactly what I did years later, in the most exclusive all-girls boarding school with one of my hot tutor.

He was dark, handsome with lots of sway in his attitude. He convinced me that he loved me, we made out a couple of times before we finally...in his words made love. If you asked if I was underage when it happened I'd say yes...but in my mind, I was as equal to him.

Again...Mehh...so not the focus of this book.

So let's carry on to the tragic day when the headmistress informed my mother's death.

I was devastated, I had no one else in this world. Well, maybe I was a bit dramatic...after all, I still have my nanny, chauffeur, my mother's PA...then there were also her lawyers. She was a single parent, so she was prepared for anything.

What? You all wanted to know how she passed away? See...this is what's wrong with society, it's the why that they're after, not the ...oh no, what's going to happen to our beautiful Olga part.

But since it is the first chapter, I'll tell you just to get you hooked to the story. But...you got to promise me to leave a review and hit loads of the star thingy okay?

So, this was how it happened.

"Olga dear, please sit down. I had just been notified by your mother's lawyer that she was involved in an accident. Apparently, she was driving when a deer crosses the road, and her car jumped over the barrier as she tried to avoid it... The paramedic had attempted to revive her, but she passed on her way to the hospital." The headmistress said calmly.

See, it was one of those freak accidents. But it hit me hard because I love her so much. I truly do, since I was a pea...okay, I might exaggerate that part. But the point was I love her, and losing her was hard for me.

It was not until weeks later that my biological father showed up. Zhirov, our family lawyer attended the meeting with me, asserting and giving me all the paperwork, including the legality of my birth certificate and everything else.

I had stopped myself from listening to Zhirov, while I look at my father. Biological father, he didn't raise me never even hugged me. Mother never felt the need to introduce him as one.

"So, now that we established that you're my father. Which I already know years ago by the way. And now you came here with all the paperwork and then what?" I fiddled with my hair, feeling a bit nervous about his intention.

Is he taking mother's allowance now that she's not his mistress anymore?

Will I drop out of school?

Will I be homeless?

Where would I sleep tonight?

"You're very much like your mother, she's very smart and independent and very beautiful. I love her deeply if it matters..." he was back to his seat, looking all expensive in his Italian designer suit.

It matters...

Each time after his visits, mother would have this look of happiness. And I know that she loved him. So, hearing him said that too, it warms my heart. But it still leaves the question unanswered.

"You're coming to live with me." He said casually, but full of authority at the same time.

"No...this is my home, I'm not leaving Russia and live with a stepmom. I'm the unwanted child..." there I said it.

Though mother provided me with all the love that I needed. I still wonder deep down, why didn't the man wants me. Then as I got older, I know that this was how the rich toys with their woman.

Or so I thought.

Then he suddenly got up looking furious, while he trails his hand to his grayish strands of hair. He was looking frustrated. But why?

"I...wanted you and her both, I still do...your mother. She didn't approve of my business and said that both of you will be safe here in Russia. My wife, she was murdered when my son was still very young, and I never remarried. I did ask your mom, but she declines... several times." Then he abruptly sat down, like he just realized something.

"She could've lived if she'd just be my wife. Damn you Marina... how could she do this to me."

And that was the day, I saw a grown man cry. I arched my brow, nudged my lip upward, and decided that it was the real deal. He really loves mother. So, that was when I decided to hug my biological father for the first time.

"There...there... big boys don't cry. You're good, she's no longer in pain. This is what God wanted."

Hell...you might think I'm religious, but no I'm not. I was just trying to calm him down, cause my lawyer looked like he was about to breakdown himself.

See, here's the thing about mother...she's a very loveable person, even the hardest headed lawyer has a soft spot for her.

"Thank you...so, I expect you to be ready by the end of the month, I had the lawyers transfer your school grade already, there shouldn't be any problem you are a very bright kid...."

What the fuck?

Yup, that was my teen years where daddy Alexei decided to haul my ass out of Russia.

You're still reading this? Good... now let me tell you about my first years, in the godforsaken country that he said I should live at.

First of all his house is a freaking mansion, again I might exaggerate a bit. But the point is, it's big, even the driveway is huge no wonder mother always bathe in luxury.

He told me about his dealings as he showed me around the house when I first arrived there. He said that he was in the mafia business but I just nod at him, while my head was busy looking around. Hell, I'm alone in this world already, might as well make a new mafia friend. I was not afraid to die, knowing that my mother would be there for me at the other end. Hey, no judging...It's my wishful thinking, so align your thoughts with mine okay?

Good, let's move on...so, my room is upstairs across the hall to Nikolai's, my mafia hot brother. Our half sister-brother relationship is shown through our hair, while I have raven black hair just like mother, he has a very blonde one. And he's tall as fuck. Yes, he's hot... but I don't swing that way, anyway he was looking at me like I was some bratty teen.

People always see the outside, just because I dressed goth doesn't mean that I was into it. It's just in Russia, we do everything to the extreme and at that stage, I was mourning the loss of my mother in my own way.

"Olga..."

"Nikolai..."

That was pretty much our daily conversation, in the first few months I was settling into the so-called house.

It was not until one day when I went out drinking with my new friends, that he decided to barge into our party and ruin it. There were no greetings. Yup, he just picks me up to his shoulder, like a sack of potatoes.

"What the fuck Nikolai...let me down!" I screamed at him, punching his back with my fist.

Dude let me tell you, I was hammmeereeeed I drink too many shots, and I was amazed that I could still recognize him.

"Shit! Olga for an eighteen years old you can surely pack a punch." He seated me down in his SUV where there was a nerdy boy about my age, who was sitting upfront with his laptop. He was looking at a map and a blinking dot.

Wait...I know that map, and that blinker is me. Oohhh...pervert peeping Tom, I got you now!

"You nerk boy..." I sway in Nikolai's arm, while he was keeping me steady.

"Why ark you peeing on me?" My cheek was getting a bit numb now, my tongue didn't move as graceful as it should've had.

"I men peeling...peerking...peefing...oh fuck it! Nikolai! Why am I gong home?" I pouted at him, while he pulled up my shirt that was showing off my teen boobs.

"You can't go out partying without anyone of us, now that my dad had brought you into his home you are a target to his enemies."

"Bup I was just habing fub, I didn't know..." I was making myself dull from the feeling of loneliness. With all the people in the house, I still feel so estranged and all alone.

Suddenly I was missing my mother, my tears fall eagerly as I sob and Nikolai soothed me with his hug.

"There...why don't we have some coffee and have a chat when we get back home okay?"

"Kay, but lef the nerk boy behind. I hat him." My speech was of three years old, and I whined at Nikolai, while my snot was starting to decorate his fine expensive-looking shirt.

But hey I wasn't being a brat, in my defense, he was seven years older than me. Practically a grown-up, in some countries he would have children trailing his behind already. And yes, I watch documentaries a bit too much.

"Ssh...he's just doing his job. Say hello Luka, this is Olga my half-sister from Russia." At that same time, Nikolai let go of me, and get to the driver's seat while I was still pouting at the back.

"Hello Luka..." he said flatly as he starts typing on his very high-end looking laptop.

Smartass!

I looked away from him while glancing at the front rearview mirror trying to see what the pervert looked like. Because I hated him already, that is until years later.

But we will get to that eventually, I'm not going to spoil my story for you.

"Okay, kids let us go home." That was the last words I heard from Nikolai, seems that I have fallen asleep and might've even drool. I blamed it on the alcohol of course.

I woke up when Nikolai was seating me on the sofa. "Olga, wake up we're home..."

Jolted upwards I almost fall, if Luka wasn't there to grab me in his hands. "Eww...stop torching me you perv. Why is he seven here Nikolai?" The numbness of my tongue was slowly fading, ehm...maybe not just yet.

"He sleeps in the mansion, he is dad's newest recruits. He's the boy genius." Nikolai patted Luka's back like a proud father.

"Whatever..." I waved my hand at them, and start walking wobbly to the kitchen.

But then I clumsily trip myself and fall flat on my face, while Luka just watches looking amused at me. Luckily the lush carpet caught my fall and the alcohol help numbed the pain. So I just growled at the guys.

Freaking boys!

I had learned my lesson, so I sit up slowly and take off my high heel boots, then walk barefoot to the kitchen. The floor was cold but thankfully I was wearing my black socks under my black boots. Yes, I was as dark as the night back then. Why? It matches how gloomy I felt on inside I guess.

"So, sis...you still want to talk about it? By the way, you have raccoon eyes, must've been from the tears." He said casually, while he was preparing our coffee.

I took the largest pan and quickly glanced at it and shriek loudly, causing a couple of guards barging into the kitchen. Nikolai laughed and dismissed them right away.

Again, I was in my teens where we're designed to be overly dramatic to small things, and apparently, it also includes raccoon eyes.

"Why don't you wash your face in the sink, then we could...." Nikolai's voice trailed off in the background.

"This was supposed to be a waterproof eyeliner...hmmm...must be the mascara, or maybe because I put too much eye shadow..." I was talking to myself as I went upstairs, and decided to clean my make up thoroughly with an eye make up remover, knowing I layered too much black stuff on my now pathetic looking raccoon eyes.

I put on my oversized black pajamas, with matching black fuzzy slippers then went back downstairs ten minutes later. Nikolai was having his coffee, with Luka who was still typing on his laptop.

Nikolai looked at me, then told me to go to the living room saying he'll be there with my coffee.

That night was the night Nikolai and I started to bond. He had shared his sympathy for my loss, saying that he also lost his mother. But he was still five at that time, so he didn't remember much. We talked for hours until he told me that it was time for me to rest. I was too exhausted to say no to him.

I fall asleep as soon as my head touches the pillow. That night, I finally feel like I had someone looking out for me.

Or so I thought...

"Nikolai!! Brother! You promised!" I stomped my feet in exaggeration.

Nikolai said that he would take me to my friend's pool party. I finally gave up, and put my hands up in defeat.

This was my last year before I go to college. I was desperately filling my calendar with all the senior party I could attend before I need to study hard in college.

I had always been a very committed person in my studies, and at that moment all my grades were out and I was set, done, and already had my early acceptance to my choice of college. The furthest one obviously.

I had my mindset on living away from them, I didn't care whether I was going to live at the campus dormitory or a nearby apartment complex. I just need to breathe, cause I was suffocating from all the guards and the rules.

Stomping my feet I decided to flaunt my new black bikini, out by the pool where all the guards could see my barely adult curves. Yes, even my bikini was black, I had several patterns back then and they're all in black.

I sighed when I saw the pervert geek typing on his laptop by the pool bar. Luka was talking to one of the guards when I walk to one of the pool benches with my big sunglasses while sucking on a red lollipop. I dramatically spread my beach towel to the bench, to protect myself from the sun heat that had been exposing the bench all afternoon.

He took a good look at me and smirked.

Pervert.

He must've known about my canceled plan. Smartass! I fished out my phone and put on my headphone, then blasting my hearing with ear-deafening Russian EDM rave music for my poor young and still developing hearing senses.

I was applying a generous amount of suntan lotion, while my mouth was still busy licking and sucking on my cherry lollipop. I could see the pervert was checking me out from behind sunglasses, making me smirked on the inside.

Then I decided to tease him by lowering my legs unnecessarily low, causing me to dip lower giving him a show of my ample young boobs as I apply my legs with more lotion. He was looking at me nervously, then take his drink and gulped it down while trying to look unaffected by my little show.

Me: one

Pervert smartass: zero

It was not until I felt the heat was affecting me, that I decided to jump into the pool and do a few laps. The pervert had gone, but I was sure that he was hacking the pool CCTV and was watching me from somewhere inside the house. I sighed and finished off on my swim, then decided to go back into the house.

"Miss, your father would like to see you in his study." Roman the youngest guard said to me when I emerged from the pool.

"Roman, it's Olga...no Miss, no Mam, Madamme, or bla bla bla...it's Olga. I believe you're handsome enough to be able to curl my name sexily with your tongue." I teased him as I dry my hair, standing inches from him. I could see that he was nervously standing in front of my half-naked body for his eyes to feast.

He cleared his throat and nodded. "Right Miss Olga, sorry I mean Olga...your father is expecting you in his study."

I could see him clenched his jaw, knowing that I was untouchable since I'm the boss's daughter. That I was off-limits for any of his employee that still wanted to live another day.

"You know Roman, I would definitely do you if you'd only step out of your comfort zone and play hide and seek with the boss's daughter. We could tease the geeky pervert that always had his eyes on me." I said looking at him while biting my lip smiling shyly.

He groaned seconds later.

Me: One

Roman the sexy guard: zero

I could see he tugged his lip upward, so I step closer to him knowing I had him where I wanted. I trailed my hand to his chest. Not bad... I felt his hard chest, while I slid my hand inside his suit...

"Roman...Demyan needed you...now!"

Freaking brother!

"Olga, dad is waiting for you." Nikolai raised his voice at me.

I didn't reply, but I start gathering my stuff. I knew already that it was just not worth my time, to argue with Nikolai.

"Father..." I greeted my so-called dad in his study after a quick change and made myself presentable for him.

"Olga, please sit down...I just received the acceptance of your college. You do realize that you will have to live at the school dormitory because of the distance? Or were you doing this on purpose?" He asked looking into my eyes, searching and waiting for my answer.

I had never been a very good liar, I considered myself a good negotiator and even better manipulator, so I decided to tell him the truth.

"Father, you know that I had been living a sheltered life in Russia for years with Mother, now living in this beautiful country (gagging on the inside) I wanted to experience myself to the fullest. And how to experience it more, if not by taking the furthest college and living independently?" I said softly.

I looked straight at him, he rests his back on his big leather chair. I know that he was glad that I was telling him the truth.

"I have enemies Olga, and you're my heir. I can't risk losing you."

"Father, dad...I believe that your guards can protect me. It's just for a couple of years then I'll be back here, then years later I would be married. My future is set dad (gagging again...my future is definitely my own!) I need this. Please? But if you don't approve I guess I'm stuck here forever, before I'm married off probably to the man of your choosing." I pretend to be disappointed, looking down at the carpet, deliberately avoiding his eyes.

I know it was working, when he was all silent, then took a deep breath and sighed.

Me: one

Father aka daddy mob: zero

That was why I major in psychology in college. I was doing my victory dance on the inside, while still looking down at the carpet. I was slipping in the dad word, knowing that he always winced every time I call him father.

"Damn it, Olga...I know I'm going to regret this later. Okay, we will try it your way. I will have the guards surrounding you in secrecy. Nikolai will filter your friends. You will be safe, I do love you, Olga. Believe me, I do want what's best for you."

I slowly raised my head, then came to his side and hugged him. I rarely gave him one, and this was one of those times. I was saving it for my leverage.

And that was how I landed his permission to go to college far away from home. Up to now, Nikolai was still amazed that I managed to sway my mob daddy and let me live far away for college.

Maybe I was a brat, but I was a manipulative brat. I know exactly how to play with people's minds. I studied them, then mold them slowly to my liking.

But hey, I'm still the good little girl. Trust me... (smirking, winking, and smiling devilishly)