เข้าสู่ระบบANTOV’S POINT OF VIEW.She’s……spectacular. Call me pussy whipped, because for some reason, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I watched her in silence as she slept soundly beside me. She’d wanted to head home after our fourth round, but I refused…..I don’t know why, but I wanted her around.Maybe it was the sight of her crying earlier, or the fact that we were two wounded hearts, but I wanted to spend more time with her. My mind wandered back to something she’d said earlier…’ Anthony’s father pays my school fees. Even if I want revenge, I can't get it because if I do, my dreams, everything I’ve chased since coming to this school, is all gone.’I frowned at the thought of that fucker holding something over her head. With this, he could make her do whatever he wanted, because he would know she was vulnerable. Before I could make sense of what I was doing, I found myself on my feet as I walked over to the balcony with my phone in hand. Dialling Kirill, I wanted him to pick, and once he
WREN’S POINT OF VIEW,I arched my back to the feel of Antov’s cock stretching my walls, my pussy spasming around his length with each inch taking up space. I wanted to scream, to shout, but I couldn’t. Not because I didn’t want to, but because the feel of his thickness stretching into me knocked the breath from my lungs.Literally.“Oh my goodness,” I screamed the second his entire length dug into me in one go. “Fuck…it’s too big!” I screamed, and his soft, raspy, slow voice growled in my ear, his other hand gripping tight on my hair as he dove into me with slow strokes. “You can take it.” “Antov.” I gasped, his hips slammed against mine, filling the bedroom with an erotic sound that left my knees weak. “You asked for this….be brave enough to take it.” His voice was hard as he looked into my eyes, causing my cheeks to redden at the embarrassment of it all. But when I tried to look away, he held my chin and forced my gaze back to his. ‘Look at me while I fuck you, glasses.” I hate
ANTOV’S POINT OF VIEW.-FIFTEEN MINUTES EARLIER-Stepping inside my room, I leaned against the balcony railing, letting the cool night breeze fan my face as I stared at the smaller house Wren lived in….more specifically, her window. Her home was in the centre of Krill’s mansion, and because of that, we’d see each other a lot, play pranks, and find even more reasons to continue our rivalry while we weren’t at school.No one else knew this because it was something she’d asked me not to share, so I never welcomed Sienna in here while we dated.Sienna…The mere thought of her name left a bitter taste in my mouth, my heart rate spiking, and my hands clutching onto the balcony rails even tighter. My phone buzzed in my pocket for the third time in the past three minutes, but I didn’t even pull it out, let alone glance at it.I knew damn well who it was, and that was the reason I hadn’t picked up. Kirill and Cassia taught me never to let my emotions get the best of me to a point where I woul
WREN’S POINT OF VIEW.I hung up.Then the tears came in much harder, violent sobs as I fought the urge to scream because it was almost midnight, and my parents would see me like this after a long day of working at the mansion of people much richer than us.Shaking sobs ripped out of me while I curled into myself on the floor, my hands wrapping around myself as the tears flowed endlessly.Everything inside me felt scraped raw.My boyfriend didn’t love me.Never had.I wasn’t beautiful….he didn't think I was beautiful. All those times he told me I was the prettiest in the room; he was lying….he lied to my face this entire time.I was a joke. A bet. A prize to win.My phone lay abandoned beside me, buzzing with messages I’d never open. I’m sure it’s Raya, my best friend. I would have answered, but I just couldn’t speak to anyone….not right now…now when I’m bleeding. I spent the first couple of minutes or hours of my nineteenth birthday and the start of my senior year crying…no…wailing,
ANTOV’S POINT OF VIEW.I’d never felt betrayal.Not in its real sense anyway. When I was much younger, I thought my sister's marriage was a betrayal because younger me couldn’t understand why she would do that when we were so attached…not in a weird way; but because of the way I’d seen her, Kirill, and Tosha raise me; I never understood why she needed to marry.Not until I overheard why one night, while I tiptoed back into her mansion a year ago. I’d left a midnight rave, something she forbade me from attending, and was trying to make it past her very alert eyes when I heard her crying on the phone as she spoke to someone.That was also when I realised she was cheating on her husband.I’ve always hated people who cheat; not just in their marriage but in life, exams, games…everything. But for my sister, I made excuses.However, now that I see the only girl I’d ever loved…the one I so blatantly told my sister about while getting a gold necklace for a couple of days before we left Spain
CASSIA’S POINT OF VIEW.“It’s okay, little flame,” Viktor whispered while rubbing up and down my back as I sobbed in his scrubs. “You’re going to give yourself a headache if you keep crying so much.”“But it's all my fault.” I croaked, my voice hoarse from all the crying I did. “If only I had looked past my ego and just caught Sophia on time, none of this would have happened.” I stared at him, watching as his eyes ran all over my face. “But I was just so angry, even though I had no right to be. I’d pushed her to the wall, and she simply reacted, and even better than I’d expected.So why did I not just let the guards hold Sophia the second I saw her walk into the flat pretending to be Summer….it was because I was jealous…I’m a bad person, aren’t I?”“No….you’re not a bad person, baby.”“You’re only saying that cause we’re…” I started and trailed off….we weren’t dating…not officially anyway…and I didn’t want to demean what we had by using the term ‘fucking.’ So what are we?His eyes d







