LOGINNala
I'm just getting out of work when I check my phone. Many texts and missed calls from Ky greet me, which immediately worries me. I get to the bus stop and dial her number. "About time, little whore!" Ky's cheerful and happy tone greets me on the line. It's slightly muffled by wind noises so I assume she's out driving. "What took you so long?" I let out a small laugh and shake my head, happy that I worried for nothing. "I was working, you bad bitch! You know what normal everyday people do?" Ky scoffs, and I can practically hear her rolling her eyes. "You still could have texted me! Oh! Hold on, I see you now!" She then hangs up before I can say anything. Just then, a familiar hot-pink convertible Porsche stops in front of me. "Hurry up, Nala!" Ky calls out to me, a huge grin on her face. "You're so hard to get ahold of! Come on, I have exciting news!" Feeling dazed, I walk over to the car when I notice my coworkers staring at me with shocked expressions, many of the men gawking at Ky. My face heats up at the attention, even if it's not directed toward me, and I quickly get into the car."L-let's go then, Ky." I whisper to her. Ky looks out at the crowd and grins, waving to them. "Bye now! Be good and look forward to seeing me soon." She winks flirtatiously before speeding away. No doubt all the men are left drooling over her. Oh the joys of being best friends with a top model. "Ky, you can be so embarrassing at times..." I mutter and sigh softly looking over to her in exasperation. "Can't you hold in your arrogance for two seconds?" Ky laughs happily. "Oh, come on, whore, don't be a party pooper. There's no way I'd miss out on showing off to those poor saps. If I can fulfill their fantasies for two seconds, then it will be better for my wallet later. Not that I need more, but if I do, so what?" I sigh and shake my head, looking out the window. Ky is a typical spoiled rich girl and even more so a typical bitch. She's also incredibly attractive and knows it well. With her perfect hourglass figure, long platinum-blonde hair, and emerald-green eyes, she makes the perfect model. "It's still so cringy and embarrassing." I say, looking back at her. Ky pouts sadly, but I know it's all fake. "It doesn't mean I don't love you, though. You are my bad bitch after all. Now, what's the good news?" Ky flashes her signature big grin and shows me her left hand when we have to stop at a red light. On her ring finger is a massive pink diamond ring. Normally, new jewelry wouldn't be a surprise for someone like her to have, but this one is special. "Owen proposed to you?" Ky's grin only grew bigger and I can't help, but squeal. "That's so amazing! Congratulations! I'm so happy for you!" I would have hugged her if the light hadn't turn red. "Yep! So now you get to come with me and celebrate!" Ky cheers happily. "Did anything good happen to you today?" In my excitement for Ky, I completely forgot about my promotion. "Yes! I finally got promoted and got a raise on top of it!" I smile happily. "I'm glad my hard work is finally paying off." "Oh really? Hmm..." I can tell Ky doesn't truly understand my excitement, which is understandable. She's always had money and the same position after all and hasn't needed to change anything about it. Ky then beams happily. "We're going to Velvet Noir tonight, so I'm going to make sure you're all dressed up! You can't be underdressed, right?" At her mischievous grin, I can't help but feel nervous. "Velvet Noir? Isn't that a VIP nightclub? Will they even allow someone like me to enter?" I ask, shifting nervously in my seat. No way I own something good enough for a place like that. "Don't worry your cute little head about it." Ky giggles as she continues to drive. "I'll just buy you a few outfits. You'll also need some shoes, makeup, and maybe even some jewelry..." Seeing her brilliant green eyes sparkle like that makes me grimace. "Ky, I'm not a doll, you know..." she used to do the same thing when we were children. I didn't want to go back to those days. "Of course not, darling. Just see this as my way of celebrating your major accomplishment.Ky winks as she drives to the fancy shopping district she loves to go to. It's somewhere I'd never think of going, especially with how expensive everything is there. "And you'll be celebrating with me by going to that nice nightclub. Who knows? Maybe you'll meet a handsome young man who will provide you with everything you need," Ky says teasingly. I only shake my head. "No man would want someone like me," I whisper and run my hand through my hair. Ky side-eyes me for a moment before ignoring my comment and going on excitedly once more. "You'll also be helping me pick out a nice dress anyway, so I hope you're prepared." I sigh and finally just nod. Ky won't take no for an answer anyway, and I'm used to bending to her will. Besides, today is a very special day for her, so I might as well make her happy. "Great!" Ky sounds very satisfied. She pulls up to a fancy boutique and gets out of the car. "Come on then, my little whore. I'm going to make you look so stunning that no man will be able to resist your charm." I only shake my head and step out of the car. "Fine, fine. This is your big happy day, so I'll do my best to make you happy, you bad bitch." Ky laughs gleefully and drags me into the boutique. Looks like I won't be getting any rest until late tonight.Nala As I step into the Winters' mansion, I'm immediately overwhelmed by the decor and the grandeur of it all. Sure, I see Ky's mansion all the time, but I'm used to her bright, hot-pink everything and interesting style. This place is on a whole other level, but i don't think it's for the better. Everything is without personality: blank white and gray with gold accents from the light fixtures. I don't see a single family picture, either. It's like walking into a clean, sterile doctor's office, devoid of anything personal. "Welcome." I jump at the sudden voice and look up to see aman in a dark suit standing in front of me. He bows politely. "I believe it's Natalia, correct? My name is Robert, the butler who works for the Winters. If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask." As I stare at the old man, I quickly realize I'm way out of my element. My nerves get the better of me, and I nod slowly. "T-thank you, sir... I-I'll be in your care then." Robert nods and motions for me t
Going out in public has become a pain, but I can't stay in the office or my own home any longer. I want freedom more than anything, so I decide to go out. Plus, I don't want to be home when Natalia moves in. As I get into the car, I take note of the new driver. I fired the last one, much to Grandmother's annoyance, and a new one came in quickly. "Where would you like to go, Young Master?" the driver asks curiously. He's much younger than the last one. "Oh, pardon me. My name is Clayton, and I'll be your evening driver from now on." I shrug and lean back. "Velvet Noir," I say bluntly. It isn't a place with great memories, but at least I won't have to deal with paparazzi inside. I need a strong drink anyway. Clayton nods politely and starts driving without asking any questions. Good. At least I can have some peace and quiet so I can wallow in my own misery. What set me off the most today was Grandmother suggesting that I buy Natalia and me wedding bands. "It will make it official,
Nala After agreeing to the marriage, the next few days pass in a blur. Before I can question anything, Ivan's grandmother drags us to a courthouse, and after a small ceremony and signing some papers, I'm suddenly Natalia Winters. "We'll have a real ceremony in a few months," Grandmother explains in an excited tone while I stare at the marriage certificate in disbelief. "This is more of a formality so that I know Ivan won't go behind my back." Ivan growls under his breath and glares out the window. "I never had a choice in the matter to begin with." He turns his glare on me, making me flinch. "What we really need is a contract drawn up so she won't try anything." I quickly look down and shake my head. "I-I don't need anything..." I whisper, closing my eyes. He hates me. Ivan hates me. My childhood friend wants nothing more than to drop me and never look at me again. Why has it come to this? "Oh, stop it already," Ivan's grandmother scolds him. "She can have whatever she wants wit
Nala As I start to stir, I hear two voices, one angry and the other stern. I open my eyes, finding myself in an unfamiliar bedroom, and look over to see Ivan and an old woman. As memories of our first meeting flood back to me, I subconsciously whisper, "Nini..." before their words finally reach my ears. "It's merely the child you want!" Ivan's tone is dark and hateful. "I don't see why we can't just take the baby after it's born! Why do I have to give up my life and the woman I love?! How's that fair?!" My heart begins to pound hard in my chest. That's right! How do they already know about my pregnancy? I was never going to tell them and just quietly raise the child on my own. "Yes, we could do that. It would be very simple too," the old woman says, tapping her cane on the ground. "Even easier so..." "N-no...!" I say without thinking, their eyes snapping in my direction. I start to breathe heavily once more and hug myself tightly. They want me to give away or kill my baby? I wo
Ivan As I sit in my living room, I can't help but be in a daze. Everything feels so far away, and I'm mostly numb to it all. How did it come to this? I barely remember even getting home. Grandmother's words still echo in my mind. "Don't you dare do anything to the woman carrying my great-grandbaby." I wish this could be nothing more than a nightmare. The bitch got knocked up from that night? How do we know it's mine? Then I remember the blood on the sheets and bury my face in my hands. If Grandmother wasn't completely certain, she wouldn't have brought her here after she fainted. I can still see the dull fear in her eyes, one that didn't see me for who I am at all. It's a fear that can't be fake, one I know very well. I've seen it and been through it so many times. Just arriving home was chaos, with everyone trying to figure out what was going on while Grandmother barked orders about Natalia. As I look around, I spot Robert doing everything she told him. Is he one of her spies t
Nala Age: 6 That morning, Daddy picks out a pretty black dress for me and dresses me up to his liking. My hair is put into high pigtails with a matching headdress on my head. With long white stockings and black shoes, the look is complete. "You suit the Lolita style perfectly, Nat," Daddy murmurs, adding some bows to my pigtails. "It makes me not want anyone else to see you. You're just so pretty..." I shift slightly, feeling uncomfortable at his tone and the odd look on his face. I don't ever understand what he's talking about. I just don't want to get in trouble. "T-thank you, Da... I-I... very happy..." I whisper. Daddy nods and grabs his wallet. "Be good now. Don't cause any trouble, and you won't be punished." He takes my hand and leads me outside. I stumble slightly but don't fall. That would make him mad, and I don't want that today. As we walk down the street, I try to stay close to Daddy. I don't feel safe with him normally, but he is all I know. "Don't bother anyone
Nala "I don't know about this, Ky," I say nervously inside a fitting room. "I feel like I need a jacket or something. Or at least some leggings." I hug myself tightly. "Nonsense! I'm sure you look lovely, so come on out and let me see what it looks like," Ky calls out cheerfully, making me sigh.
Ivan My day starts like any other, to the point of boredom. I ring a bell next to my bed, and a maid walks inside, pushing a cart with my breakfast. Today's meal consists of eggs Benedict, smoked salmon, and a side of fresh summer fruit. My favorite thing here, though, is the plain black coffee,
Nala Age: 20 My day starts like any other, though today I have something to look forward to: the weekend. Friday will be busier than any other day, but it will just make it go by faster. I also love my work as a social worker. Being small and unthreatening helps a lot when I'm working with scare
Nala Age: 26 I look down at the man kneeling before me. As whispers ring out around us, I can't help but feel embarrassed by it all. "Stand up, Mr. Winters. You're making everyone uncomfortable." As my ex-husband looks up, I see desperate tears in his eyes. "Nala, please... give me another cha







