Prologue: Seclusion is Bliss

Monica Levoue looked out onto the balcony on the 11th floor, watching the antfolk below walk up and down the sidewalks, minding their own business, the devilish paparazzis not caring who they are..
She envied them at times like this..
At this very moment, right now, SOMEONE is searching the streets for her, Monica Levoue, the billionaire, the humanitarian, the fashion model and icon, the girl everyone wished they were..
She felt ill already. She wished she could fly away..to an inhabitated land where no one would know her name, where she could be at peace. No one watching her 24/7, no one spreading harsh, untrue rumors about her, no one trying to change her image or coaxing her to get those disgusting implants..
No, no...it would be just her...and the serenity..
...And..him....
"Moni, baby."
She flinched at the voice. She looked behind her.
"Oh, Ferm." She looked out again. "I was just....glancing out at the city."
He came up behind her and hugged her waist. "Come inside, please? I don't want those peasants to steal you away~."
She giggled. "They won't, don't worry." She kissed him. "You're the only one for me."
He blushed. "Well then...come in, I have some imported chardonnay in the bedroom, it just came today!"
"Oh!" She smiled. "Sounds..yummy..."
She cried inside. She didn't wanna go..
"I'll just slip into something nice and..meet you there, dear."
He grinned. "Splendid, my flower." He slithered out of the room, leaving Monica to ponder.
All the money in the world couldn't buy her wings to fly out of that place, to fly her to happiness, to fly her to seclusion and serenity..
...With him....
And that piece of truth hurt the worst.
Life is so cruel.....and lonely....