It doesn't matter the strike, I will become a star!

Chapter 2

 Being adamant, she didn't turn back to see who it was. For one, she knew it wasn't Dylan, due to his voice so she attempted to continue crawling but suddenly felt the scarf on her head, ripped away.

 That made her turn back abruptly from surprise and saw the one who had called her "this looks like my wife's scarf" he took it away immediately and she rolled her eyes.

 Now, she was out for the guards to see, just one crawl out the door and she will eventually see them.

 Just as she was puzzled on what to do, a man dressed in a black suit was passing by and she grabbed his legs "I need your help sir, just take me outside where I can get into my car, where my wheelchair is?" she asked with pleading eyes and he immediately felt sympathetic towards her. 

 He nodded without asking any questions as he carried her in a bridal style and she flinched on contact but tried as much as possible to bury her face in his chest, not thinking of anything that had happened to her.

 Coming out of the house, the guards didn't notice anything unusual because all they saw was a man carrying his lover in his arms.

 As he walked away from them, he asked her where her car was and she pointed to a random black sports car parked in the car garage "I can get in myself. Don't worry yourself" 

"But…" he protested and she shook her head negatively "I'm used to it, thank you" 

 He complied, dropping her in front of the car door and left, not without glancing several times to see if she could get into it.

 Fabiola looked at all of the guests' cars parked in the garage, all forms of riches displayed before her eyes but none was open for her to run into. Suddenly, she noticed a car drive in and she hid secretly in the back of another.

 The car was a Black Range Rover. She saw the man step out in a haste and it seemed he wanted to get something from the house because he just opened his booth and went inside. Fabiola swallowed as she approached the car, trying her best to get into the booth like she normally does with her wheelchair, she slipped in and crawled to hide in the back of the luggage she saw. 

 She didn't know where this car was going or who the man was but doing everything was better than staying here. He soon came back holding three bags and because he was hasty at everything, he didn't get to see her legs poking out, he just placed the shopping bags and closed the booth immediately.

 Fabiola didn't know why but she was kind of excited to be shipped away in a car whose owner she knew nothing of. Like being on a trip, she slept off in the booth.

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"Miss… miss wake up" she heard a male voice say followed by a small tap as she woke up from her slumber, scrunching her eyes to adjust to the brightness. That's when she saw the man she had followed home "How did you get in here?!" He questioned with fear but she stared at him not knowing what to do.

"What's happening there?" She heard another male voice ask and saw the man stutter to answer him "it's a…"

 Immediately, she heard footsteps approaching them and waited patiently for the person to come and scold her and maybe even send her back to where she came from. Each step made her ill at ease and she was already preparing the story she was going to tell him- that Dylan kidnapped her and she was trying to escape. 

 Soon enough, she saw the man with the treads, he had this aura that she couldn't fathom. With a masculine body, he wore a dark retro suit and she could see his well polished shoes from underneath. 

 His glasses laid perfectly on his face and when he removed it, she saw a pair of forest green eyes fanned by incredibly thick lashes with his perfectly pointed nose that gave him a male beauty edge. At a point, she stopped to think how soft his dark would be, this man was perfection itself.

"How did you get into my car, jeune femme?" He questioned in french, his voice as calm as deep water and just as she was about to give her planned story, her stomach choosed the moment to make a loud grumble.

 Fabiola looked at him feeling quite embarrassed but heard him sigh "Don't worry Zach, I'm going to call the police now" she saw him take his phone from his pocket and that's when she regained herself "I'm sorry, I was fazed a moment ago, I was kidnapped so I had to escape, I entered any car I saw"

 He raised an eyebrow at her, she saw his eyes looked through her injuries in an instant which she tried using her hands to cover, then he shook his head "who took you?" 

 It seems he really believed the story she improvised, so she answered "it was Dylan"

"Dylan?" His eyes immediately darkened "wasn't he the one whose house the designer went to?" He turned to his subordinate and zach nodded to confirm it.

"So this Dylan kidnaps girls? Bring her in" 

 Fabiola was carried by Zach when he saw she couldn't walk on her own and they went into the mansion that had a brown interior. Everywhere was sparkling neat, bigger and a breath of fresh air.

"Don't know if you have heard of me but my name is Braxton Tyler, what's yours?" He asked as they walked into the house.

"I'm Fabiola" 

"Fabiola" he repeated and gave a nod, "we will get you a wheelchair. You should rest for today and we will get you back to your family tomorrow, is that okay?" He went to sit on his sofa and Zach was still holding her.

"No!" She objected before she could even stop herself and he raised a brow at her again, surprised at her outburst "I don't want to see them for now" she explained, hoping he would buy her excuse.

"Okay, you can stay if you want" 

****

 For the first time in two months, Fabiola was helped to bathe, ate to her satisfaction, wore nice dresses, got to treat her wounds, even watched the TV all day but had no glimpse of Braxton, it seemed he had suddenly vanished. For his promise, an electronic wheel chair was actually brought in for her that morning. So, in curiosity, she asked the maid when she was served dinner "where's Braxton?"

"He's going to be with you shortly, miss" the maid bowed and left. So, she waited, before finally seeing him coming down the stairs.

"Hi" he took a seat at the edge of the table. He was in a plain t-shirt unlike yesterday.

"Hi" she felt overwhelmed and added "Thank you for everything" 

"It's nothing, i'm glad you're okay. So, do you want to talk about why you don't want to go back?"

 She sighed before she spoked "actually yesterday, I wasn't completely honest with you" she went on to divulge all the details to him and by the time she was done, Braxton was staring into space with a glare that she thinks would kill Dylan if he was here

"That scoundrel is unbelievable. I have never seen him, only heard his name, I didn't know he was such a jerk. You can stay here for as long as you like. Meanwhile, you mentioned you have paralysis due to shock, I would like to invite over a therapist?"

 This man who she just met, reminded her so much of her ex lover. Braxton seemed like a nice person, doing everything for her "yes, I would love that"

****

 Just like that, time flew so fast and it was already the 6th month since she started physical therapy and on a fateful day, she was able to get up and walk. 

 These past six months have been the happiest, she was able to get back her strength and it was rejuvenating, her scars had faded as well and she was indeed grateful for not seeing herself on the news, dear Dylan didn't look for her, even her family.

 Whenever Braxton had the chance to be home early, they usually had dinner together. At 27, Braxton was a big deal in the entertainment industry, he had a huge entertainment agency named Tidal entertainment, that signed talented actresses, models, boy or girl bands, his agency was full of A listed in the country.

"Do you have anything in mind that you intend to do?" He had asked her not too long ago, at dinner and she shook her head negatively. She had nothing, she never knew what she wanted to be.

 Braxton took her to his study after, he had a big bookshelf, with catalogues. He soon came back with five different magazines "this might help" she looked at the book cover, it was a career opportunity niche.

"Take out your time to check it out. Whatever you choose, I will support you"

 She gave a nod as she took them to her room. That night, she spent time looking through all of them even up to the next day before she was finally satisfied.

 At dinner the next day, he saw her grining from ear to ear.

"Care to tell me what's making you smile?"

 Her eyes lit up "I know what I want to do now, Braxton"

"What? I told you to take your time"

"I know, but I'm very eager right now and I also think it will work for what I'm about to do"

"What is

it?"

"To be honest, it's to put Dylan in his place, I want to be a star. I want to be a model!"