LOGINDarcie. I clutched the hem of my skirt as I saw Scott closed the door, walking in like he's not the devil from hell. My foot bounced and I found myself swallowing excessively. He traumatized me. Ever since Dad died, he kept me in his house and didn't let me go. I knew Sloane was part of it because when he randomly called her. I always heard her voice. That bastard. I loved how Charles beat him up. His walking steps were funny, like he couldn't keep his pace well because of one leg. Then I remembered, when Charles beat him up, he broke one of his legs. That explains why the bastard is limping. That's not enough. He deserves a huge punch. As my anger stirred, suddenly, the door opened and Charles stormed in. “Hey!” He didn't let Scott turn, his fist met with Scott's jaw and he collapsed to the floor. The entire class became silent, standing up to watch the scene. “Good.” I muttered to myself, happy and getting satisfied with how Charles continuously punched him. “Man, that's
Darcie I closed the door and took a step. The noisy class had turned dead silent as I entered. I walked to find an empty seat then Jax raised his hands up. The moment I noticed him, I walked towards him. My eyes met Charles. He was talking to a girl. I took my eyes off him and said close to Jax. I wasn't comfortable with the amount of stares I got. Even as I was seated, heads turned. “Oh my gosh. Darcie Miller.” Jax opened his mouth. The class went back to normal. Everyone was talking like the rowdy way it was. “Jax.” I grinned in excitement.“I've missed you so much!” He leaned forward and threw his hands around me.”“Are you kidding, I missed you more.”“So, how have you been?” He asked. He changed slightly. Looked fresher and still maintained that taper fade haircut with his large medicated glasses. Jax and I have always been friends from junior school. He was just a nerd like me..“How have I been?” I repeated like it was a rhetorical question. “Well, I've been living. You kn
Darcie I heard her say. I opened my eyes and saw her shifting to the nearest end. God, I hate this girl. I kept on thinking about the way I talked to Charles. I thought I was too rude and insulted him unnecessarily about how useless he was.“Sloane and Darcie.” A man stepped out from an office door. We both looked towards his direction and she dropped her legs. “We'd like to call on the both of you.”“Okay.”He disappeared back into the office. I stood up. Before I could take another step forward, Sloane stepped in the way and her hand was on my shoulder. My eyes flicked from her hands to her eyes. “Hey, you know, just because they found out that you weren't the one in the footage doesn't mean it's my downfall. I can talk to my father and no one would know again.” She said it like a threat.I pulled her hands off and she was surprised. “I don't care what you do. As long as my name is cleared.”“Don't try me, Darcie.”“What's the worst you could do? Tell Scott to abuse me like how yo
Darcie. Going back to school felt really stupid for me. I was humiliated in front of everyone after Sloane made them think that I did malpractice. They wouldn't forget about it. Plus, why would they even want me back?“Once you get to school, to their office. They're giving you one more chance to redeem yourself.”I stopped myself from letting out a sarcastic laugh. Redeem myself? I didn't even do it.“Dad, just go straight to the point that the board found the evidence that Darcie is innocent.” Charles sighed, shaking his head. My head tilted in surprise. “Really? and no one told me?”“I'm done.” Mr Sterling pushed his chair and walked away.I watched him leave. How bad could it be for him to just say it directly instead of saying they wanted a redemption for me. Was that how he hated me?Charles pushed his chair and wiped his mouth. “Let's go to school.”He grabbed my hands and led me away. Out of the house. We walked to the garage and he opened the passenger door for me and zoome
Darcie By the time I decided to sleep, it was already 5pm. Arthur was fast asleep, I pointed my index fingers at him whispering ‘fuck you.’ Then, I retired back to my room. I pulled out the book and hid it somewhere safe and secretive. In a cracked wall. My room wasn't as good as the rest of the houses. Just because I was Charles' nanny, they made me stay there. I closed my eyes in an attempt to sleep. I was enjoying my sleep when I heard a loud bang in my door. With a tired face, I checked the time on my phone. 7:30. When I looked up, the day was bright and the constant banging kept me wishing I should have never returned here. I got up and fell back on the bed. I couldn't even carry myself to the door. I was sleep deprived.“Darcie! Wake up!”That voice belonged to the witch of this mansion. I blinked severally and yawned and rubbed my eyes before managing to stand, stretched and went to open the door. “I keep wondering if you're just a pig and not a human being instead!”I knew
Darcie “I don't understand why the both of you are so stubborn.”I knew that voice. We both turned and it was Arthur. He had magically appeared out of nowhere. Charles immediately grabbed me by my arm and we watched Arthur's disappointed face. “Darcie. You—”“No.” Charles breathed. “She didn't do anything. I lured her here, so don't punish her.”“Don't punish her?” Arthur repeated like what Charles had said was stupid, his brow raised and he lurched forward and grabbed me away from Charles. “Leave her alone!” Charles tried to pull me back but Arthur raised a stop sign with his hands and I winced as his fingers dug into my flesh. “You're here with Sloane. Don't you consider this as cheating?”“It's not cheating because I'm forced to do this!” Charles' voice filled the garden. “And can you just leave Darcie? She did nothing.”“She did something.” Arthur stared down at me. “She's supporting cheating. She's supposed to disagree on coming here with you. Good thing I followed you here.
DarcieMy chest tightened as people gathered round. Some, staring in shock or pity, some, taking my situation as mockery. My head dropped down to the floor, my whole body was trembling like I wanted to faint. I held back the tears. Constantly reminding myself to survive. It's just a phase. The red
Breaking PointPOV DARCIEThe Senatorial dinner was a slow-motion car crash.I stood in the corner of the dining hall, dressed in a black skirt and a white blouse that felt like a costume. My job was to be invisible until a glass needed refilling or a plate needed clearing. It was dehumanizing, bu
Price of a SignaturePOV DARCIEI didn’t sleep. Every time the house groaned or a car passed by the tall iron gates outside, my eyes snapped open, darting toward the door that no longer had a lock. It was a psychological game, and I was already losing.At 6:00 AM, my alarm went off, but I was alre
New AccessoryPOV DARCIEThe Sterling gate wasn’t just a gate; it was a physical punch to the gut. Black wrought iron, taller than two men, closing behind me like a trap. Like the final nail in the coffin of my old life. My dad had promised we’d work things out. He’d promised the house, my school,







