روايات بقلم Skylar Vandler

DEMETRIAFive Years Later…I still remember the time Marion promised to build our home on this land. A home for the kids and us, close to his parents. A place where we grow together. A real family.Now, out of ten acres, two acres of rolling green stretch around me, our home sitting right at the center like something out of a magazine. Tall windows, warm stone, soft wooden finishes… a mansion, yes, but somehow still ours. Still full of fingerprints and crayons and little shoes abandoned in hallways. From the balcony, I can see the golf path that leads straight to his parents’ house — a five-minute ride on the little family-sized cart the kids love to drive too fast. On the other side, the stables shimmer in the morning sun, horses grazing lazily. And behind the house, my favorite part: the garden. Wild, bright, and stubbornly thriving… just like us.Some days it hits me all at once. How far we’ve come.When Marion handed me the deed to the building in Beverly Grove, I cried like a ch

MARION“You couldn’t wait for us to say our goodbyes, husband?” Demetria teased, her arms circled my neck as I carried her up the jet’s stairs.I smirked, staring at her pretty face. “Marcel will inform them when they notice our absence. Right now, I need you all to myself.”We left the wedding venue in a whirlwind, eager to escape the world and have these first stolen moments alone. Now, as we boarded the jet on our way to our honeymoon in Bora Bora, French Polynesia, I couldn’t help the grin spreading across my face. Finally, my wife, entirely mine, and the thought of exploring every inch of her body set my mind alert.The air hostess stepped in gracefully. “Welcome aboard, Mr. and Mrs. Whitfield. Everything is ready for your flight.”“Thank you,” I said, giving her a nod. “We can take off now.”She smiled and turned, and I added, “Please inform the team not to disturb us unless it’s time to land.”Demetria’s lips curved into that mischievous smile I adored. “Wow, bossy even in the

DEMETRIAWedding Day…It was finally here. My wedding day, in the last week of January. It felt like a dream someone dipped in gold. The morning had been a swirl of makeup brushes, hairpins, perfume, and nonstop giddy squealing from my bridesmaids. At some point, Anastasia had shown me the breaking news alert about Paula’s death splashed across every media outlet.I’d only blinked, nodded, and whispered, “I already knew.” And I was at peace. Nothing—absolutely nothing—was going to cast a shadow over my good day.Now, I was finally seated in the back of the long white limousine, my dress flowing around me like clouds, Anastasia beside me in her silk gown, with Amanda and my bakery girls in shades of blush filling the rest of the seats. They were all chattering, buzzing, glowing with joy for me.Anastasia nudged me with her elbow, wiggling her brows dramatically.“So, Mrs. Almost-Whitfield… how are you feeling?” she teased.I laughed, pressing a hand over my racing heart.“Like I’m flo

DEMETRIAThe energy buzzed with excitement as everyone congratulated us. Desserts were passed around, something I didn’t know my bakery team had planned, adding to today’s big surprise. Across the room, I noticed my father approaching, his arm linked with his new lady, both smiling warmly in our direction.I stepped forward as my father reached me, his face lighting up. “Mija, I’m so happy for you,” he said warmly, pulling me into a firm hug. “You’ve grown into a strong, wonderful woman. And Marion… take care of her. Always.”I smiled, feeling the pride and love in his voice, and nodded. My father then introduced his lady beside him. “And this is someone special I want you to meet,” he said. I hugged her briefly. “It’s lovely to meet you,” I murmured, and we laughed softly.Curiosity bubbled up. “Dad… when did you arrive? How did you know about today?” I asked, glancing between him and Marion.He tilted his head toward Marion, a small smile playing on his lips. My brows furrowed, and

MARION“Marion… what’s going on here?” Demetria laughed nervously, turning in a slow circle as she took in every familiar face. Her eyes widened even more when they landed on one person in particular. “Papa… you’re… what? How—?”Demetria blinked hard, like she was making sure she wasn’t hallucinating. Everyone chuckled—my parents, Marcel, Stephen, and his wife, Cyprian, Mikhail, Amanda with her whole bakery crew, and Anastasia’s husband. The room buzzed with warmth and excitement.Her dad lifted a hand in a soft wave, the woman beside him smiling politely. “Hi, mi princesa.”“Okay… what’s going on?” she demanded, hugging the bouquet tighter to her chest, her voice a blend of confusion, wonder, and the beginning of happy tears. She turned to glance at Anastasia, and I used that opportunity to kneel in front of her. She gasped when she saw me in that posture.“Mar—”“Wildfire,” I said, feeling every heartbeat echo in my chest as I knelt there. Demetria’s breath caught, her eyes wide a

DEMETRIA“Okay… girl, I see you. It’s superb, better than mine. I love it for you,” Anastasia said when I showed her my new car in Marion’s underground garage, the one he gifted me after the accident.Now we’re on our way to God-knows-where, since she and Marion both told me to relax and enjoy the day.“Yeah, that’s Marion, always fulfilling his promises. Today’s gifts were straight off my Pinterest board,” I said with a smile, recalling each one.“That’s a billionaire showering his woman,” she teased, giving me a side-eye before pulling out of Marion’s building. “And because I’m your best friend, I get to tag along while he spoils you today.”“So, you still won’t tell me where we’re going?” I asked, leaning back in the passenger seat.“Deme!” She laughed, shaking her head. “I know you hate surprises like this. We’re almost there, you’ll see.”We pulled into West Hollywood, and Anastasia parked with a smug little smile that told me she’d been dying for this moment.I blinked up at the

YULIA“Kendrick—” I began to speak, but he placed a finger over my lips, silencing me immediately.“Shhh,” he whispered, his face still buried against my neck, his breath warm and maddening.My heart stuttered. Oh my God. Daphne was right behind the door.“Yulia, are you okay?” she called again, her voice closer now. Too close.My throat went dry. I glanced toward the door like it might save me.“Answer her,” Kendrick whispered, like this was normal. Like we weren’t seconds away from disaster.“I… ye—yeah, Miss Daphne, I’m coming,” I called out quickly, my voice slightly unsteady despite my effort to sound normal.Kendrick smirked like the situation amused him, like we weren’t standing on the edge of getting caught. He finally shifted off me and lay back on the bed as if there wasn’t danger outside about to close in on our affair.I gawked at him with a look: Are you serious?“Go before she enters, Peaches. The door isn’t locked.”“Shit!” I muttered under my breath.I scrambled off th

KENDRICKEvery head at the table turned toward Yulia. I hated that question the moment Mother asked it.Yulia blinked once, clearly caught off guard. She placed her fork down as she searched for an answer, and accidentally, the glass beside her tipped. Champagne splashed across the tablecloth and onto the front of her dress.“Shit,” she muttered. She stood so quickly her chair scraped against the ground. “Excuse me.”Before anyone could say anything, she disappeared toward the house. The table fell silent. Mother looked startled. Natalie's smile faded slightly.I exhaled slowly and set my cutlery down. “That question wasn't necessary, Mother.”She frowned, looking confused. “I was only making conversation.”“You put her on the spot,” I replied evenly. “She doesn’t even know Natalie like that.”My mother's expression softened immediately. “Oh…” For a moment, guilt crossed her face. “I didn't mean to.”“I know.” I pushed back my chair and stood. “I’ll be back.”Without waiting for a res

YULIAThe celebration has arrived. Our home felt alive with catering staff moving through the backyard carrying trays, floral arrangements, and last-minute decorations while voices drifted from nearly every room. Daphne's celebration wasn't scheduled to begin for another hour, but somehow everyone already seemed busy.I stood in front of the mirror in my bedroom, staring at my reflection. The emerald-green dress hugged my figure perfectly. Sophie had practically forced me to buy it weeks ago, claiming every woman needed one dress capable of making men forget their own names.At the time, I'd laughed. Now I wasn't so sure. A knock sounded against the door before it opened. Sophie stepped inside first, then Adeline followed behind her.Both immediately froze at the door.“Ooooo…” Sophie exclaimed, placing a hand over her heart.“Oh, wow!” Adeline blinked twice.“Okay, everyone!” I chuckled and turned, seeing them still in awe. “What?”“You look illegal,” Adeline murmured.I rolled my ey

YULIAKendrick entangled his large hands in my hair and groaned sleepily as I bobbed my head up and down on his dick.“Fuck, if I knew you would start waking me up like this, I would have made us sleep on the same bed together sooner.” My stomach tightened. I realized earlier that I loved hearing his rough, throaty, sleep-filled voice. It always caused my nerves to tingle. Smiling around his pole, I lifted slightly, circled my tongue around the head, and sucked slowly.The past few days with Kendrick couldn’t have been better. Sucking dick was never something I had an issue with, but I did enjoy it occasionally. Kendrick’s dick was different. It was the perfect size to take down my throat. He fit in my hand like it was molded for it. And it was the prettiest shade of brown I’d ever seen. My mouth watered each time I prepared to take it into my mouth. Also, since Kendrick didn’t eat a lot of junk and took care of his body well, his cum was a treat too.Kendrick soon emptied into my mo

KENDRICKI didn't tell Yulia about the photographs. Maybe I should have, but when I looked at her last night, smiling and talking on the phone with Sophie and Adeline, I couldn't bring myself to do it.She'd spent the last few weeks happy. Really happy. I wasn't about to be the one who took that away. Unfortunately, that didn't stop me from thinking about it. The anonymous message sat at the back of my mind like a splinter.Enjoy your girlfriend while you can.The words weren't a threat, not directly, that was what bothered me. Threats were easy. Threats gave you something to fight. This felt different. Calculated. Patient.Whoever sent it wasn't trying to scare me. They wanted me to know they were watching, and people like that were dangerous.By seven-thirty the next morning, I was already in my office. I needed answers ASAP. I stared at my phone screen again. The photographs of us at the restaurant. The parking lot. Outside my house. Each image had been taken from a different angle

YULIA“I swear, if Professor Reynolds gives us another twenty-page assignment before the semester even starts, I'm dropping out.”Adeline's dramatic sigh echoed through my phone, making me laugh. “You say that every semester,” I pointed out.“And one day I'll mean it.”“You won't.”Sophie laughed from the other end of the group call. “She's right. You complain too much to quit.”“I am being attacked by both of you.”“You deserve it,” I said.Adeline gasped. “Betrayal.”I rolled my eyes and shifted further into the couch.The afternoon had passed surprisingly quickly. Between unpacking the last of my things and trying to prepare myself mentally for school reopening soon, I hadn't had much time to think.“Sooo…” Sophie drawled, changing the subject. “I heard of a certain celebration…”I sat up slightly. “Mhmmm, Daphne wants to host a gathering next week.”“A party?” Adeline asked.“She calls it a gathering.”Sophie immediately laughed. “That means rich people party.”Adeline shrieked. “