King's POV ContinuedI have already told Dad and Mum about Camella and Rita, so there wasn't much to say when she got home. They simply greeted her, and Mum drew her in for a hug before telling her to come to her apartment whenever she is free.I was puzzled by that as I did not know what she wants to discuss with her, and even Rita had a confused look on her face. So when we entered her apartment and it was just myself and Mum, I asked her."Mum, why did you ask her to see you? If you don't want them here, I can just move them to my house. They don't have to stay in the Charlie mansion."She chuckled and said, "Do you love her?"The question caught me by surprise because even I am yet to figure out what I'm feeling."No, Mum, why would you say that? I already told you I am just helping them out of concern.""Why are you avoiding her gaze then?" she said squinting her eyes in a mocking manner. She does this whenever she is teasing us. It used to be worse with Alysia around as her unco
Rita's POV I asked the question that had been bugging on my mind that day when he left the room. Debby was shocked when I asked her if her boss kidnaps people for a living and if he had kidnapped her as well. I was beyond shocked when she told me I was in the Charlie mansion and that the boss is the only surviving child of his parent. Although she does not know the details of what happened to his twin sister, knowing his identity made me feel guilty for being rude to him earlier when he was just being a good Samaritan. I tried approaching him a couple of times to talk to him, but he is always in a hurry to go somewhere, thereby making him inaccessible. She has been taking great care of me, ensuring that I did not stand up from the bed until the nurse confirmed it after a week of my bed confinement. She also kept me company, reading me stories like a baby and talking to me. I am being treated, and I know I do not deserve this. Moreover, I like Debby a lot, and I know if I am to s
I opened my desk, and it's full of trash again today. This has been happening since the moment I arrived at this school on sponsorship. It's ridiculous that people would still be bullying others in university.Such behavior should have been left behind in high school. It's disheartening that fully grown adults still indulge in such acts.Unfortunately, I wasn't in the best of moods today. In annoyance, I picked up the desk, walked towards Fredrico's desk, and emptied the entire trash on him.The whole class was shocked, but Fredrico looked angrier than anyone, like an angry lion ready to pounce on its prey. I could tell he wanted to strangle me."Are you crazy?" he questioned. "Why would you pour trash on me? Do you have a death wish?""Yes, I do," I shouted back. "Do you think I've been keeping quiet all this time because I'm easy to bully or I can't stand up to you?If you expect me to kiss up to you like everyone else in this place, seeking to be in your good books and doing ridicu
Rita’s POVHi there, I’m Rita Davis, a first-year student at Picaremore University in the bustling metropolis of Shenza City. Life wasn't always like this for me. I was raised as the only child by my father in Lacoste Town, a quiet little place far from the hustle and bustle of the big city.But ever since I lost my mother at the tender age of eight, things have been different.Growing up, I always dreamed of studying in Shenza City. It was a dream shared by many youngsters in Lacoste Town, a glimmer of hope in an otherwise ordinary existence.So, I worked tirelessly throughout high school, participating in every extracurricular activity, and achieving perfect grades to qualify for the coveted Picaremore University scholarship.When the scholarship finally came through, it was like a beacon of hope shining brightly upon me. I still remember the jubilation and celebration that ensued when I received my admission letter. Little did I know that my journey to Shenza City would be fraught w
The car continually sped past different buildings and the farther away we move from the familiar places, the more dim my hopes becomes. There is no point wasting my energy shouting, the car is tinted and with this speed, it is almost impossible for anyone to see my struggles.Not to consider the fact that no one would dare to stop a car of the Fidelis family.They noticed I have stopped struggling and exchanged looks after which the bodyguard stops holding me.After some time, the car was already in front of a big gate, the building before looks like a palace, so even if I have never been to a club before, I could tell that he did not bring me to a club like he has threatened.The gate swung open like a magic portal, letting Fredrico’s car cruise past the serious-looking guards into what seemed like a fairy tale land of luxury.The driveway was so smooth it felt like riding on a cloud, and the grass on either side was so perfectly trimmed, it looked like it belonged in a painting. Big
Fredrico's POVI made my way to the winery to get her some wine. I know it’s crazy to bring her to my house with such a cheap gimmick, but I know she wouldn't have it easy if I left her alone at school.If one of those people trying to curry favors from me doesn't harass her, my father will likely get wind of what happened and send his men after her.It's not the first time my father has been involved in dirty practices for revenge. He craves perfection, and if things don't go according to his plan, he leaves no stone unturned to destroy everything in his path.Our lives have been decided at birth, and despite being attracted to a few girls growing up, I know pursuing something with any of them would ultimately result in writing their death warrant, and that's the reason I've tried to conceal my feelings for Rita as well.I had to keep quiet and pretend that I hated everything about her, even though she's constantly looked down upon. I started tormenting her myself to make everyone e
I headed back to the living room to find her admiring the pot of red roses mother had gifted me when I got this apartment as my 12th-year birthday gift. My mother is a dominant person in the house, and her presence is rarely felt. Her only duties are to serve my father, accompany him to functions when necessary, and communicate his wishes to us.You can imagine how everyone would go to their mother when they are sad or dejected for comfort; it is not the case for my brother and myself. She is simply a great wife but not someone we can rely on because there is nothing, she can do to help us.Her eyes always look sad, like there are a million tales of sadness behind them. Growing up, I used to wonder what the problem is and ask her, but I have grown accustomed to seeing her sad eyes, which she always masks with happiness whenever she has to appear in public. But the moment she is back home, she blends perfectly with the furniture.She always gives me weird gifts on my birthdays, like a
She looked into my eyes, trying to gauge my honesty, and it seemed to work because her expression relaxed. She glanced at the wine, then back at me, nodding in dismissal."Fredrico, don’t you think you're being very cheap right now, trying to instill fear of the unknown in me just because you want me to take this drink? If you think I will fall for this cheap trick, then you do not know me.""This girl is just as stubborn as a cow. What will it cost her to just take the drink from me? Does she find me so untrusting?" I muttered to myself, pouring some more for myself and downing it again, loosening the tie that seemed to be suffocating me.Rolling up my sleeves, I faced Rita once more. "Rita, would you consider switching schools?" I began, but she was about to berate me again when I held my hand up to stop her. "Listen to me before you start nagging. It will be in your best interest to leave this country entirely.If you want, I can send you to the US, Canada, or any other country. Yo