Desired By The Quadruplets

"What?" Khloe yelled. "Again? How many times do we... no... how many times do I have to move?"

"Honey, you are taking this the wrong way..."

"Ohh yeah. I'm always taking it the wrong way, every fucking time!" She cut her mum off angrily.

"Mummy just wants to be happy, okay? Since your dad passed away..."

Oh,h please, Mum, don't play that emotional blackmail card; it doesn't work on me anymore!" She interrupted again. "Don't you even feel bad? Whenever you do something terrible, you remember Dad once existed, but when you're busy fucking those guys, you don't remember..."

Slap!

Her mother's palm met her cheek in a hot, resounding slap, snapping Khloe's neck to the left, her mother's fingerprints blooming on her face.

"Do not talk to me that way! I'm your mother!" her mother yelled.

Khloe chuckled, but the pain in it was clear.

She wasn't surprised by the slap. It wasn't the first time.

"Mother?" She chuckled again. "You are literally destroying my fucking life. Every damn time, I'm moving. I had to go to four fucking high schools to complete junior and senior year." Another painful chuckle tore through her throat.

"New school, new man to see as a stepdad, new siblings, new home, new school, every fucking time. Do you even consider me? Do you consider how temporary my life has become? Do you consider that I have literally no one in my life? Do you?!"

"Khloe, it's not the way you see it. I love Toran, and I want to..."

"You love him, or the name, the fame, the wealth and the privilege that comes with being his wife? Mum..." She sighed. "You know what, never mind." She turned and headed for the stairs.

"Whenever you're ready, we'll move. Not like I matter to you anyway," she said in a shaky voice before rushing upstairs, tears streaming down her face.

She ran into her room and slammed the door shut, pressing her back against it and letting every tear she had been holding back fall.

Why does my life have to be such a mess? Why is my mother like this towards me?

Several questions ran through her mind, but none had an answer. None ever would.

After a few minutes, she pushed herself off the door, grabbed her suitcase and began packing.

Even if she died right now, she knew her mum would rather drag her corpse along to the new husband's house than give her a proper funeral.

In two hours, her mum knocked on her door. "Khloe... honey..."

Khloe yanked the door open, dragging her suitcase behind her. "You don't have to pretend you care. I've already packed up," she said dryly, her eyes lifeless as she brushed past her mum, who didn't even look at her twice before walking back to her own room to get her things.

One minute, Khloe was still processing the news of having to move yet again. The next, she was standing in front of a gigantic mansion that looked straight out of a movie.

The exterior was breathtaking, and she wouldn't deny that. But the thought that she'd probably be moving away in a few months made everything hurt once more, and that was when she made the decision silently.

She wouldn't get attached to anything. Not the building, not the lifestyle, not anything that came with this phase of her rollercoaster life.

As the saying goes, disappointment only happens because you had an expectation.

She wouldn't have any expectations.

She would stay away from everything, including the people, since she'd be gone soon anyway.

"It's beautiful, right?" Her mum squealed like a child beside her. Khloe didn't even bother to look at her. She didn't want to start another argument. She was just too fed up with doing the same thing over and over.

The front door was opened by a man who seemed to be the butler. He bowed to them, and Khloe's mother immediately put on an arrogant smile. She walked away from her suitcase, dropped her handbag beside it, and ordered, "Bring those in," chin lifted, before walking inside like she already owned the place.

Khloe clenched her teeth in rage. This man is literally older than her, and she just treated him like a slave, despite not even being the owner of the house.

"I'll help with that too, ma'am." The butler moved to collect Khloe's suitcase as well, but Khloe quickly stopped him.

"No, it's fine." She forced a smile despite feeling empty.

She insisted on carrying the bags herself, her mum's included, and after much persuasion, the butler finally gave in.

Khloe walked in and found her mum clinging to a man in his early fifties. Victim number... She tried to number him, but remembered she'd lost count since she was sixteen.

She also noticed four handsome guys lazily sprawled on the couch. They didn't even look in her direction, and she wasn't hurt by it. She didn't want them to.

"Honey, meet Toran," her mum said, but Khloe had no intention of memorising his name. She gave a slight bow, barely looking at him.

Her mum shot her a warning glare, but Khloe ignored it.

"Don't mind her. Khloe can be sulky at times," her mum told Toran, who nodded with a smile.

"Welcome home, Khloe," Toran said, and Khloe forced a smile onto her face too.

"These are your brothers. Leo, Desmond, Ryan and Eric." He raised his voice as he said their names, as if warning them, since he was staring straight at them. But the four completely ignored him. They acted like there was no one else in the living room.

Khloe turned to look at the guys properly and almost gasped when she finally saw their faces. They looked like one person divided into four.

They were identical. Same face, and... that was all she noticed before looking away.

Her mum smiled at Toran and walked towards the guys, probably trying to act like a sweet stepmother. But the moment she reached them and made to hug them, the boys stood up all at once in such perfect synchronisation that Khloe wondered if their minds were connected too.

Her mum stumbled forward and landed face down on the couch.

"What the fuck?" one of the guys growled, clearly pissed.

Khloe noticed them a little more now. There were slight differences. Their hair was different, and one of them was slightly more built than the others. The one who had just spoken had a buzz cut.

"Desmond!" Toran yelled, trying to caution him, but Desmond ignored him completely, still glaring daggers at Khloe's mum.

"Do not try that shit ever again," he hissed.

"Uhmm... can I know where my room is?" Khloe finally spoke, her voice barely audible.

Toran smiled and signalled to one of the maids to take her bag and show her to her room, but once again, Khloe refused the help. "Just lead the way," she told the maid. The maid nodded after getting approval from Toran.

Khloe followed her towards the stairs. She lowered her gaze to the floor, trying not to get in anyone's way, but one of the guys stretched out his leg. She saw it too late and tripped, falling hard.

She whimpered slightly and looked up. The red-haired one was looking at her with a smug smile. He wasn't even hiding the fact that he'd done it.

"Ryan!" Toran yelled warningly, but Ryan only chuckled.

Then another brother, the one with natural short black hair, spoke. "It wasn't Ryan's fault that she couldn't see," Eric said, and laughed. Ryan joined him.

"Eric! Be nice to your sister," Toran warned again.

The fourth brother, with shoulder-length black hair, said nothing. He only stared, his expression unreadable.

Khloe quickly dragged herself up with the help of the maid. "I'm sorry," she whispered before following the maid hurriedly.

*Perfect, four step-siblings that already hate her. Just great!*