A/N: I wrote this a really long time ago, and I knew even less then than I do now. So anyway! The first few chapters are really pretty useless. Filler chapters. I would erase them if it weren't so much hassle. Anyway, you can just skip over like, the first five chapters. It gets better from there. Everything youneed to know is in the summary anyway.;)

Chapter One:

"Tanya Rayne Richardson!" Her father's deep roar resonated through the exquisitely hand-carved wooden door to Tanya's plush bedroom.

Tanya was startled enough to look up from the glossy page of the teen magazine she was studying. Having Tanya's father home was a remarkable feat in Tanya's eyes, and despite his considerably unpleasant demeanor, Tanya looked forward to seeing her dad again in maybe a novena of days.

"Yes, Daddy?" Tanya was perched on her cherry wood queen-sized bed, her top- of-the-line sound system blaring so loud you could feel the marble floor vibrate with the thudding special base effects, all innocent smiles as if her father wasn't just standing there, blazing with anger.

Wayne Richardson, a tall, distinguished man with traits along the line of being dominant and tough, gazed at his only daughter levelly in a mixture of anger and apprehension.

Wayne handled his own successful telecom company, and he couldn't possibly be more at home at work, dealing with feeble-minded employees, shouting complicated orders and covering the everyday tidbits of business problems. All of this left minimal time for anything else, however and when it came to his daughter, his expertise in business management was as useless as asking a lawyer to teach the basics of maneuvering a plane.

He was relentlessly proud of his achievements, from his humble beginning as a janitor in an office to the owner of one of the most widely-used telecom services in California. Without a wife to guide his daughter's growth lovingly as a mother would, though, was a conflict.

He strode to the sound system in quick, brusque strides and jabbed the power button roughly, a poisonous glare etched as his tight facial expression all the while. Then he began in a razor sharp tone, "Tanya, I did not bring you up to throw away money like confetti. How can you max out on your credit cards in one month?! I told you to spend only for things that are important to you."

"Oh, but Daddy it was important. I bought this adorable Fendi handbag in like, seven colors to match everything I wear. Not to mention this super mini laptop I charged because it was a wonderful shade of lavender. And I bought you a Rolex.." Tanya trailed off as Wayne's eyes flashed with unfiltered anger.

"Will you listen to yourself? Seven colors? You have a hundred bags already! And whoever thought of buying a laptop because of its color? Besides, I've already bought you a laptop and a computer," Wayne barked, fury reflected in his fiery green eyes. "Why buy me a Rolex when you know I don't wear watches? You better have more important excuses than that, missy, or you're in huge trouble." Judging from his harsh tone, he was dead serious too.

"That's eighty-nine," Tanya corrected carelessly, without missing a beat.

"What?" Wayne snapped, befuddled, bushy eyebrows furrowed.

"My bags, silly," Tanya giggled flippantly, tossing her luxuriant dark tresses behind her back and pasting on her sweetest crooked smile.

Wayne fumed at how ignorant and carefree Tanya was. Then fury was replaced by realization. This was the girl who would inherit his precious Mycroft Telecom. The sole heiress. And her idea of importance was handbags in different hues.

'Oh, god,' Wayne thought in distress. Suddenly not feeling up to par, he twisted the doorknob and abruptly left to ponder what he'd brought upon.

Tanya watched after her father who suddenly looked sick and disappeared. Tanya thought, Did I really upset him like that? I mean, maybe maxing out on two credit cards is a bit much. It's just that he earns so much and some things are just begging to be bought. Tanya could feel her bright mood dim, like a light bulb flickering.

Tanya was pretty much spoiled, since Wayne felt bad about her growing up without a mother, looking up to the elderly housekeeper Mrs. Frion for advice. However, her nature wasn't of a snobby prima donna or a bitchy ice queen. She was your typical teenager, interested in fashion, gossip, hotties and ignorant of worldly crises. Her wealth, although she acknowledged it, didn't flaunt it to the unfortunate. She rather thought of it as a benefit to get to purchase her every want.

On the other hand, the value of hard work meant nothing to her, as there were maids to do her every bidding and chauffeurs to bring her anywhere she wished within a reasonable limit of distance. Money was nothing but green pieces of paper that was exchanged for items that caught her fancy. She was blissfully unaware of the toils and discomforts of life, being protectively sheltered her whole life with the utmost luxury and pedigreed peers.

And it would be up to her father to change this.