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NO MERCY.
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FAKE DATING THE BAD BOY FOR REVENGE 18+ CHAOS.
SLOANE’S POINT OF VIEW.I sat at the edge of my bedroom window, my gaze zeroed in on the spot where Lucien’s car had been not too long ago. My hands shook and trembled against my skin as I tried to rein in my breathing. The aftermath of the discovery about my possible engagement to Killian still left me feeling floored. All I wanted to do was scream, but Lucien had assured me that he would take care of it.Even at that, I could not shake the feeling of fear and dread in the lower parts of my belly. It felt like tonight would bring something horrible upon us. The rain droplets grew heavier, shaking the window where I sat, and enveloping the room with cold.I wrapped my blanket around me and tried to burrow myself into it. If I could hide in it til all this passed, I would be so freaking grateful. I’d like to convince myself that Lucien would not do anything crazy, that he would just speak to Killian civilly, and nothing crazy would result or ensue from their meeting tonight….But I kne
FAKE DATING THE BAD BOY FOR REVENGE 18+ NO MERCY.
LUCIEN’S POINT OF VIEW.I watched as she walked through the doors of her parents’ mansion, the silence of her no longer being in my orbit should have been deafening… but all my mind screamed at me were her words from earlier; ‘They want me to marry Killian.’A humourless chuckle escaped me again, coupled with a laugh as I looked to the other side. The night sky was dark; almost as dark as my mind, and probably my soul, after the news Sloane broke to me. The sting of betrayal felt like that of cat-o'-nine whips against my back. I wanted to scrub my tattoo off, or rather, scrub his off.Killian Lemaire.I should have known, though. What else did I expect from a person cut from the same cloth as Roxanne? The fucker didn’t even know she was his stepsister, for fucks sake.Or he did know, and was lying to our faces about other things this entire time!Slamming my hand on the steering wheel, I turned on the ignition and drove off into the night sky. Once I was sure I was far enough from t
FAKE DATING THE BAD BOY FOR REVENGE 18+ OVER MY DEAD FUCKING EXIXTENCE, YOU FUCKER.
LUCIEN’S POINT OF VIEW.I stared at the red note in my hand, the fresh one I’d picked from my car on my way here. I wanted to shred it, to set it ablaze, to take out my frustrations on the piece of paper, at least until I found the hands responsible for doing this.The contents of it left me feeling confused about its meaning. ‘She’s about to be mine now… It’s only a matter of agreements.’What the hell could that mean?Does this fucker think Sloane’s gonna be his?The thought drew a humourless smile from me, because I knew no one would take what’s mine from me. Fierce possessiveness flared in my chest as I flipped the note slowly, while staring at it like it was something interesting.It really was, though.Because for the life of me, it felt like I knew whose handwriting this was. I sent the previous note to my fingerprint expert, but as I expected, there were no prints on it. There was just something about the handwriting…it felt like I’d seen this before.My phone dinged with a
FAKE DATING THE BAD BOY FOR REVENGE 18+ A MARRIAGE?!!
SLOANE’S POINT OF VIEW.The polished walls of the living room feel like they’re enclosing me as I sit with my hands tucked beneath my hoodie in an attempt to hide my spiking nerves. My parents sit before me with hesitant expressions on their faces as they avoid eye contact with me at all costs. We’ve been seated here for at least thirty minutes with nothing but silence between us.It’s almost annoying.I’ve had to fight the urge to scream, say fuck it, and demand them to freaking open their mouths. Lucien and I have a date tonight, but they’re keeping me waiting here with each second that they fail to let me know what’s up.My dad finally clears his throat; the sound is awkward, as he clenches his hands together and stares at me with uncertain eyes. “What is it?” I said, a nervous chuckle escaping my lips.“Sloane….honey, we have something to tell you.” He says, and coughs awkwardly. “You see, the company is about to undergo something we call a merger, and we’re looking for a couple
FAKE DATING THE BAD BOY FOR REVENGE 18+ THE QUEEN WITHOUT A THRONE.
ROXANNE’S POINT OF VIEW.My nails dug into my palms, creating crescent moon shapes as I bit my lip angrily. I stared at my uniform with disdain; the plain colours meant for the scholarship kids felt like salt on an injury as I tried my hardest not to scream.My name is Roxanne Lemaire; my grandmother’s last name was the name I’d chosen to take on because it felt exotic, perfect, luxurious. I was the fucking queen!Not Sloane fucking Bishop….oh right, Everhart!I should be the one wearing luxury clothes, driving that pink G-wagon, I should be the one with Lucien on my arm, I should be the one with the rich boyfriend, the rich parents, the wealth, the rich friends….everything! How did all this fucking happen????How did Sloane become the rich one, and I suddenly became the scholarship kid?How?I shivered at the stench of the walls. It might not reek to everyone else, but for some reason, to me, it felt like they smelled pungent of something I should hate. The sound of the phone ringin
FAKE DATING THE BAD BOY FOR REVENGE 18+ KILLIAN.
KILLIAN’S POINT OF VIEW.The dim lights of the amber room fade away to the back of my mind as I sit sprawled out on the red leather couch, facing the girl dressed in black leather lingerie before me. Her blonde wig stops perfectly at her back, on the spot before it gets to her butt.Just like hers.She grabs onto the pole and grinds on it slowly, the move meant to arouse me, as she juts her plump ass against it. I specifically had her put on a mask, the illusion of who I wanted….no; needed her to look like she rode on that.She swings her legs over it in one move and climbs on it expertly before coming down again. I take a long drag of the cigarette in my hand while staring at her. She has lips the shape and colour of a rose, and that should have been enough.But they look nothing like hers.They just seem….different.Perhaps it’s because she wasn’t her, and no matter how hard I tried to make her look like her, to make my mind believe that it was her… it just didn’t work.Angrily, I t
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