MasukASHER'S POINT OF VIEW.
Revenge.....
I’ve always had my way in everything for as long as I could remember.
Being the only living son of a billionaire from a family of wealthy landowners and food creators, I have had the pleasure of controlling everything around me. No one told me no….no one.
Until her….Nora fucking Macie.
She doesn’t remember, but it was about six months ago. I told the girl to always sit with me at lunch in the school’s elite Café. She said no…..to me…..it felt like a fucking whiplash. And from that moment on, I swore to have revenge on her.
Six months ago, she slept with me.
Three months later, she said no to me.
And now? Now she sent me the one thing that made the kick-off to my revenge effortless.
She thinks I don't remember fucking her on her birthday, or the scolding I received from my dad because he found me naked on his office floor, just before some of his associates walked in.....But I did. I couldn't forget, no matter how hard I tried. Because of her, I'd cheated on Lydia......yet, I would do it all over again, as long as Nora was the one writhing in pleasure beneath me.
I wouldn’t have done anything at all, not until my friends and fiancé made a bet with me.
‘If you can get her to fall in love with you, you’d get to tell each one of us to do whatever you want for as long as a month.” It’s going to be easy…no girl alive can resist my charm.
I stared at my phone, smirking at what Lydia sent. My evil fiancé and I had come up with a plan; she hated Nora, the new mysterious girl at school, whom no one seemed to know about, and I only wanted her to stop saying the word no to me. So we decided to teach her a lesson.
‘Remember the plan, Asher…..she must pay.’ Lydia’s message read, Lydia hated anything that distracted me, especially when it ate into the time I spent with her. I couldnt get Nora Macie out of my mind, and I hated it.
Just as I sent a quick reply to Lydia, Nora marched down the stairs. No longer looking like the invisible maid’s daughter she was, id managed to transform a duckling into a swan in record time. She tugged at the short red dress I’d chosen, clearly uncomfortable.
“This thing is a damn napkin.” She grumbled.
“You’re welcome.” I grabbed her hands, tugging her to my car before she could say anything else. Lydia’s message dropped into my mind again, reminding me about the plan I had to commence. Nora sending me that tape was the perfect cover to get her over to me.
Although I cannot deny the fact that I have watched it for a total of twenty-eight times in less than twelve hours… the sight of her, moaning, gasping for breath, my name on her tongue as she plays with her beautiful pussy…..all the vid captured was her face…her perfect face that I hate myself for wanting to kiss.
No, Asher! She’s the daughter of a maid; she’s poison….you can't have her. I needed to get a fucking grip. I had to deal with a very erect cock an hour before I rushed downstairs because of her.
“There's been a development.” I glanced at her. She glared at me, her hands still tugging at the dress as if it would magically become longer. “Stop that.”
“What?” she eyed me. “This contraption should never be on any human’s body….I feel so exposed.” She was flawless. Her hips were so wide, coupled with an ass so thick, I felt blood shoot to my cock the second I glanced at her. It's why I had to get her in the car with me before she would get a glimpse of how hard I was for her.
This is going to be harder than I fucking thought.
“And that’s why you’d need it to get that weird fucker’s eyes on you.” Her eyes lit up at the mention of the idiot’s name. I didn't know who the guy was; I didn’t need to, but ever since she mentioned her crush on him, I’ve developed a deep animosity for the idiot.
She calms at the thought of his eyes on her, and it gives me the perfect moment to go in for the kill.
“To help us with this plan of ours, you need a boyfriend.” Her eyes widen. “Someone even better than James Porter, who can get you the attention of everyone in school with just one word.” My smirk grows wider at the thought of it. She, on the other hand, appears terrified.
“W-w-who do you have in mind?” she gulps.
“Me….date me, bunny,” I order, my heart pounding at the thought of the revenge already blooming in my mind.
“Excuse me?!” She stares at me as if I’ve told her something incorrigible. “You’re out of your mind.”
“What's so hard about it? I’m clearly the hottest guy you’ve ever seen in your life. If you date me, the king of Riverbroke High, James Porter, and every single guy at school will suddenly want you. It’s guaranteed.”
“You think I’d want to date you?? I don’t even like you.” She hissed.
“It’s not going to be real anyway….just something for show, enough to get everyone’s eyes on you for as long as we need.”
“You want to fake date the daughter of your housekeeper? What about your fiancé? I’m supposed to be a student on your father’s tuition payroll. Do you think anyone's going to believe someone like you wants to be with someone like me?”
“No. That’s why we are going to create a fake profile for you. No one at school knows you’re the daughter of a maid; we just have to tap into that, and present you as the daughter of some wealthy merchant or something of the sort….a perfect cover for my fake girlfriend.”
“And who is going to agree to be my parent?” She scoffed.
“My uncle.” Uncle Frank would be perfect for the role because he was in on the plan as well and wouldn’t say no to something fun.
“Come on, agree to be my fake girlfriend so you can get the guy you really want.” I ran my eyes over her body again. How the hell am I going to control myself?? "It doesn't have to be long, bunny. We can do two months of this, and if James Porter doesn't come begging for your hand, we can call it quits."
"One month," that was all she said, her tone almost detached.
"One month?"
"Why?" she ran her eyes over my body, her gaze more challenging than mine. "Can't keep up?"
I don't know why, but that made me smirk. And before I knew it, even though it was against Lydia's plan; i found myself agreeing with her. "Fine, bunny.....one month of fake dating; but be warned, we can't fall in love."
"Oh, please," she said with a scoff. "I would never fall in love with you."
"Nor will I."
NORA’S POINT OF VIEW.Three years later….The Seattle skyline, showing boldly against the window of our home always made me smile. I held the mug full of hot chocolate close as I sipped gently.The streets were lit by lights, trees, and the festive air that Christmas brings.I stood on the balcony, the cool night air whipping past my face as I caressed my swollen belly. Her small taps against my bladder felt uncomfortable as hell, but it’s worth it after the fright she put us through a week ago.For the first time in my third trimester, I didn’t wake up to her harsh kicks anymore. A part of me worried it was because I’d scolded her too for kicking me as hard as she did last time.But when I felt nothing, my world as I knew it came crashing down.Damien rushed me to the hospital, where we learned she was perfectly fine. Apparently, she was beefing with me.So I had to beg her, and now, she kicks me anytime she can.“There you are.” I felt him before he even spoke, his voice filled wit
DAMIEN’S POINT OF VIEW.I remember the words of the doctor vividly after we’d rushed Nora in about a week ago. “Severe brain damage from the blunt force trauma to the head, broken bones, and her foot have to be in a cast immediately. It was in that state too long; glass shards in her brain.”Everything rushed at me all at once. Grandma's death, James, and finally, the last blow that left me gutted.“We need to tell you something….” I should have known there was an issue when I saw Doctor Max, the trusted gynecologist my family used, approaching me.Her face was twisted most officially…and that raised enough alarms for me. “Mr Blackthorne; Damien, I….there is no easy way to say this. But Nora missed her shot for the past two weeks, and because of that, we had no idea, but she was pregnant, exactly one week along.”“W-was?” I’d coughed out, my heart felt it’d finally stopped. “Yes, Damien. The baby didn’t make it.”The third life I’d have to mourn. I still don’t know how to tell her
DAMIEN’S POINT OF VIEW.Asher grabs Nora by her neck, twisting her in a way that almost sends me flying forward. Sebastian’s grip on my arm is the only thing stopping me.My mind takes me back to the sight of a pale James lying on the stretcher. He was pronounced dead even before the first responders could get him to the hospital. We didn’t have his funeral, we couldn’t without Nora present.Just like with grandma, we planned to bury them side by side so they’d be together on the other side too.“Calm down, Damien.” Hw grunts, his heart was probably about to explode with as much loathing for Asher as mine had. We could barely think straight right now.We were out for blood, and we’d get our pound of flesh.“What now? Huh?” Asher roars, pulling her further back. My eyes wandered to her foot, and narrowed at the sight of it.The way she stood was odd, almost like she was leaning on her other foot as discreetly as possible. The black dress she has on covered her entirely, so I couldn’t
NORA’S POINT OF VIEW.I whipped my head in the direction of where that ‘yes’ came from, just like everyone else in the hall. A surge of hope shot through me even as I felt the possessive grip of Asher’s hand on my arm.He shot the priest a mean look, forcing the man to cough aloud, then utter the worst words I could ever hear now. “Uh… in the absence of objections, I hereby pronounce you…”“I said, I object!” The voice became louder, earning a smile from my lips and mummies from everyone.“Who the hell is that?” Helen hissed, rising to her feet the same time as Stephan, their eyes scanning the crowd.The first thing I was was the large hat, then the dark-tinted glasses, followed by bright red lipstick, until I finally pieced it all together.Lydia burst from the crowd, her lips pulled in a snarl as she heads for Asher and me. “Or are you too old to hear me, father?”“Y-young lady, you…” The priest gulped, stared at Asher, then back at Lydia. “Why do you object to this union?”“Because
NORA’S POINT OF VIEW.The muffled sound of the live band I could see through the window played away while I had to clutch the bouquet of black roses mixed with lilies, keeping my teeth ground together so I wouldn’t scream bloody murder.Everything felt like it’s boiled down to the last second. Helen stood a few steps away from me, fussing over her red, scandalous dress in front of the mirror, and applying bright blood-red lipstick before blowing a kiss to herself.Her eyes meet mine in the mirror, and her smirk turns even wider, more sinister.“Oh, my daughter… what do you think about your mother’s dress?”“You are not my mother.” I hissed, wishing more than anything that my eyes were as sharp as knives.“Oh, but I am, Nora. I may not have birthed you, but I am your mother. Let’s be honest, who else is?I’ll let you in on a little secret, I picked you from an orphanage, baby…..I gave you life, and now, you have to repay us.”I tried to pretend to be shocked at that information, but I
NORA’S POINT OF VIEWI couldn’t stop the tremble of my fingers as I dialed the only number I ever suffered myself to remember. I bit my fingernails as the phone rang, staring at the door with each passing second in hopes that she wouldn’t come in.Finally, just when I thought there would be an answer, I heard the raspy, low voice through the speaker.“Hello,” Maeve said, then cleared her throat. For some reason, it felt like she’d been crying for a long time. My heart nearly stopped beating as the doorknob twisted, forcing me to throw the phone back into my dress.Helen stared at me with Marie’s eyes filled with suspicion.“Why aren’t you dressed yet?”“I…..m-my leg; it’s chained, and it hurts. It’ll be hard to put the dress on while in this position.” I said, thankful because it wasn’t exactly a lie. For what felt like the longest time, all she does is stare at me, then she spots around me before she starts walking.Each step from her felt like hammers against my throat until she s







