LANACan my life get any more miserable? I stared at the cake that Granny Hart, my kind neighbor, had given me. I didn’t know how long I’d been sitting on the floor, lost in thought. She had taken pity on me, having witnessed countless birthdays go by without a single song or celebration. Damn it!Is my life really this messed up? Once again, my mom had deceived me, promising she would be home early to wish me a happy birthday. But here I was, all alone on what was supposed to be a special day—the day I turned eighteen. As I wallowed in my disappointment, the front door creaked open, the bell jingling softly. When I saw who it was, a wave of anger surged through me. My stepfather stood in the doorway, and he was no better than my mother. “Honey,” he called out, his smile unsettling. Hearing him say that made my heart race. He had never used that tone with me before. He was always strict and unreasonable, even resorting to violence. Just a few days ago, he had beaten up a boy fro
LANAHe parted my legs and positioned himself between them, his gaze locked onto mine. Opening his mouth, he said, "It will be a little painful at first, but you will feel good as we go on."My entire body tensed, but I could already feel his penis nudging at my opening, and I was dripping wet."Relax; you’re so wet," he said, pulling me tightly into his embrace.Before I could fully process what was happening, I felt intense pain between my legs. I tried to move, but he held me firmly, not allowing any space to escape."Relax; the pain will soon go away," he cautioned.As I closed my eyes, tears rolled down my cheeks. I didn’t know how long it took, but soon I began to feel a sensation I had never experienced before, and it felt incredible."Umm... oohhh," I moaned as he began to thrust in and out. I felt his fingers around my neck as he breathed into my ear, "You are so sweet, Lana. I can’t get enough of you."This drove me wild, and I grabbed onto the bedsheet, moaning even louder.
LANAI knew my mom too well. The moment she landed that first slap, I could tell she was gearing up to follow through on her threat to break the landlord's head. That would surely send us into the streets—and straight to the police station.I stopped in my tracks and sprinted over, my heart pounding with dread.“I don’t hit women, that—” the landlord was saying when my mom turned around, grabbing a heavy object.Without hesitation, he turned on his heel and fled. He must have heard the stories about her and her knack for getting into fights.The neighborhood was terrified of her fiery temper and sharp tongue. People often wondered how my stepfather, Bernardo, had managed to put up with her for all these years. But I knew the answer: he had been completely subdued, his own temper extinguished after realizing that my mom never held back when she went off the rails.I paused just short of the door, exhaling in relief. But when I caught sight of the object my mom had seized, my stomach dro
LANAI didn’t need to see who was behind the door to know they were there to cause trouble. The thought that our landlord might have sent street thugs to make our lives miserable sent a wave of fear coursing through me.Bernardo shot me a wary glance and whispered, “Who are they?”A loud bang echoed at the door, followed by a booming voice demanding, “Open up! If not, we’re kicking this damn door down!”I turned to my dad and whispered, “Mom.”That was all it took for his expression to darken. He gritted his teeth, grabbed my arm, and we tiptoed out through the back door.Behind our flat was a dark alley, seldom used by anyone except the residents of our building. We ran swiftly through it, and as we emerged, Bernardo flagged down a taxi.“Go, go, go!” he urged the driver the moment he slipped into the back seat.I glanced back and saw the thugs at our door had spotted us; they were charging after us, wielding steel bars. Fear gripped me, and I scrambled into the car.I kept looking b
LANAI felt a sudden tug on my arm, jolting me from my daze. I turned to see it was Bernardo, my stepdad, gripping me tightly. His warning glare sent a shiver down my spine, and memories of his past violence flooded back. Even my mother had turned a blind eye to it.I quickly lowered my gaze, trying to make myself invisible.Maximum, the leader of the group of men, suddenly stopped and looked directly at me. His piercing gaze felt intense, and I couldn’t help but notice how strikingly handsome he was up close. A rush of excitement coursed through me, igniting a desire I hadn’t felt in a long time.But just as quickly, he walked away, leaving my heart racing. I was smitten.As I daydreamed, Bernardo’s grip on my arm tightened, and I hissed in pain. "Um, you’re hurting me," I managed to say.Bernardo shot me a fierce glare. "Do you know who that man is? He’s Maximum, the most feared man in the country. He could kill you without a second thought, and no one would ask a question. Stay awa
LANAThe room was pitch black, and in my impatience, I didn’t care who I was touching; it just felt good to reach out. My body was on fire, and when the person in front of me hesitated, frustration bubbled up inside me.“Are you a virgin? I said, ‘Fuck me,’” I snapped, my tone sharper than I intended. When he didn’t respond, I made a bold move, tearing off his shirt and letting my fingers glide over his chest.“So muscular,” I whispered to myself, feeling a thrill. I took his arm and guided him toward the bed. The moonlight streaming through the window illuminated just enough for me to find my way.Once he was on the bed, I suddenly found myself completely naked. I leaped onto him, the thrill of seduction overwhelming my better judgment.“Sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to do this, but I can’t stop myself,” I murmured, my voice laced with uncertainty. I pulled down his trousers and boxers, straddling him, my body so ready that he slid in effortlessly.“Umh…” The sensation of him filling me b
LANAWhen I saw the wad of dollar bills on the bedside table, I was taken aback. I had never seen so much cash all at once. I stepped into the room and quietly shut the door behind me, glancing around in confusion.I sat down and waited, but after two minutes, no one came. A bold thought crossed my mind: perhaps the money was meant for me. With a mix of excitement and apprehension, I picked it up and left the room.As I exited the clubhouse, I spotted my stepfather, Bernardo, leaning against the wall, smoking. When he saw me, he quickly stubbed out his cigarette."Where's the money?" he demanded, his cold eyes locking onto mine.I pulled out the wad of bills I hadn't even counted and handed it to him. His eyes widened in disbelief as he snatched it from my hand.He burst into laughter, a wild, unrestrained sound. "Hahaha! We’re rich! Hahaha!"He wrapped his arms around me, lifting me off the ground. "Good girl, good girl!" His excitement was infectious, but I felt uneasy.As he set me
LANAThe moment I saw the two police officers, my heart skipped a beat. I knew all too well that they weren't at the wrong address."Good morning, miss. Does Stella Wilson live here?" the female officer asked.I snapped out of my thoughts, fully aware that my mom had landed herself in trouble again. Reluctantly, I opened the door and mumbled, "Yes."Turning away, I went back to the kitchen to check on the noodles I was cooking. After finishing my meal, I stopped hearing my mom and dad's voices from the bedroom. I made my way to the living room, where I found the officers talking to my mom."Why do you want to take me to the police station when I don't even know what you’re talking about?" she yelled, her voice piercing through the air.I pressed my forehead with my palm, knowing she would only escalate the situation. Giving up on intervening, I turned and retreated to my room.The arguing continued, and I cranked up my stereo to drown out the noise, hoping to fall asleep.When I fina
LANABefore I could escape, Mark grabbed my arm. I tried to push him away, screaming, "Let go of me!"He turned and slapped me hard across the face, leaving my head buzzing. "If you don't want to get hurt, you'd better cooperate and behave."My ears rang from his fierce warning, and I struggled to keep my eyes open as he dragged me down the mountainside.When I looked around, he was already pulling me into a cave. Armed men with guns surrounded us, and I knew I had to plead for mercy. "Mark, think of your friendship with my dad. Please let me go."He laughed, looking at me with disdain, then ordered his men, "Tie her up."He shoved me to the ground, pain shooting through my body from the impact. I looked at him with resentment, but he ignored me and walked away.Once I regained my senses, I found myself being tied up with ropes. No matter how much I struggled, they easily restrained me and forced me into a corner.I had lost track of time in the dark cave. My body ached, and exhaustio
LANAI didn't completely trust what Maximum had said about my father, but in that moment, I realized it was crucial to help my mother break free from her one-sided love for him.I took her hands, and for a brief moment, she seemed present. To my surprise, she smiled brightly, and I felt a flicker of confusion at the sudden warmth in her expression."Mom," I said softly.Suddenly, her eyes filled with tears as she replied, "I’ve been waiting for this moment, Lana—the day you finally forgive me."I was taken aback, momentarily at a loss for words.I squeezed her hands gently and said, "Mom, what if you’ve been living a lie? What if everything you believe about Dad isn’t true?"Her expression shifted to one of confusion, and I realized she had no idea what I was trying to convey. I pressed on, "Consider this: what if Dad doesn’t love you? What if he’s been using you to achieve his own goals? What if—"Before I could finish, she jerked her hands away, her eyes narrowing with fury.She lea
LANAAfter living with my mother for so many years, I could easily tell when she was lying; her body language gave her away.I sneered, "Stop trying to fool me, Mom. The Lana you knew is gone. If you think I’ll fall for your lies, you’re dreaming."My mom wasn’t shocked. Instead, she became furious and snapped, "What kind of daughter are you? Aren’t you worried that your father hasn’t kept his promise? He hasn’t even introduced me as his fiancée to any of his friends, but he’s been flaunting you around?"I shrugged nonchalantly. "Not my problem, Mom. You’ve spent years in street fights and passed out drunk in bars. Do you think Dad wants to show you off with that history?"She froze at this, and I realized she’d either forgotten her past or was choosing selective amnesia. Did she think her past actions were forgotten just because she claimed to have changed?With a sigh, she asked, "Lana, are you going to judge me like everyone else?"I yawned, stretched, and replied, "Mom, I’m tired.
LANAStanding behind me was Maximum, my boyfriend, wearing an expressionless face. He reached out and pulled me into his arms, and I buried my face in his chest, feeling a mix of comfort and tension."Stop trying so hard. I will never let you have her," Maximum warned sternly, his voice low.I turned to glance at Mark. His face was dark, fists clenched tightly, clearly furious that Maximum had interrupted."Stop acting arrogant. You’ll never be able to marry her. The more you try to ruin my plans, the more painful it will be when I finally take her to the altar as my wife," Mark replied confidently, a smile creeping onto his face.I was taken aback by his stubbornness. Did he really think he could have me despite my relationship with Maximum? He certainly had a big heart."Really? You’re sure I can’t marry her?" Maximum retorted playfully, a glint in his eye."Yes, you can’t," Mark shot back confidently.Then, in a shocking twist, Maximum dropped to one knee. The music in the backgrou
LANAWhen I heard the news, I was speechless. Though I had never shown much interest in my dad's business, I knew that Lionel's Corporation was publicly traded and ranked among the top twenty companies in the state."Dad, you don't need to do this..." I tried to reason with him, but he replied firmly, "You are my princess. You deserve this and more."I stood there, unsure of what to say next. My dad was incredibly stubborn; once he made up his mind, there was no changing it. I finally resigned myself to the fact that he wouldn’t be taking back the shares."Lana, are you coming home with me?" he asked.I hesitated. I didn’t really want to go back, but since he had made the effort to come to my place and made promises, I replied, "Let me just tidy up here, and I’ll come with you."He smiled and said, "Dress up! I’ll pick you up in an hour."Before I could ask where we were going, he had already left. I quickly cleaned my room, then headed to the bathroom for a shower, knowing my dad’s p
LANAI had no idea when I drifted into a deep slumber, and I couldn't recall if he had answered my question.The next morning, I was jolted awake by heavy footfalls and the forceful swing of my door.I sat up to see my dad bursting into my room, flanked by a team of security personnel. He looked down at me with a cold stare. "Where is he?"I rubbed my sleepy eyes, still groggy from sleep, and stammered, "Who?"Ignoring my question, he barked at the security team, "Search the room."Panic surged through me as I remembered last night—Maximum had been with me, and we had sex. My heart raced when one of the guards opened the bathroom door."Dad, why are you invading my privacy?" I shot back, standing up in a mix of anger and anxiety.He glared at me, unfazed, and scoffed, "Where is he?"Frustration bubbled over. "Can you take a break, Dad? He’s not here. Just stop this madness! If you don’t want me in your house anymore, I’ll leave!"With that, I stormed out of my room, hoping he would or
LANAI watched him narrate his struggles, his emotions palpable, and I couldn’t hold back my own tears. I broke down and embraced him tightly.“Dad, that’s enough. I’m not blaming you for anything,” I said, my voice trembling.He patted my back, reassuring me. “Lana, I promise I’ll call it quits when the Wilson family shows no interest in settling scores with me anymore.”Hearing those words filled me with relief and joy. No one had ever made such a sacrifice for me, and he did it without me even asking.“Thank you so much, Dad,” I said, reaching out to embrace him again.He stood up, but halfway to the door, he paused and turned to me.“Lana, do you know why I don’t want you to end up with your boyfriend, Maximum?” he asked, his expression serious.This was the answer I’d been waiting for. “I don’t, Dad,” I replied, eager to hear him out.He sighed, a deep, rueful sound. “I don’t want to end up a widow or be killed by a psychopath in the street. The life of a mafia is unpredictable.
LANAMaximum walked over and sat beside me, turning around with a smile. I returned the gesture, and he asked, "How are you doing, my love?""Perfect," I replied, grinning.He continued, "The food is going to get cold. Your father paid a lot for these delicacies; he’s truly a good man."Across the table, Mark was seething, his anger evident as his nostrils flared. I couldn’t decide whether to feel sorry for him or to laugh."Maximum, why are you still fighting against the inevitable? You know it’s impossible for you two," Mark said coldly, his forehead veins bulging.Maximum shot him a lazy look and replied, "There’s no other option. She and I are meant for each other. Don’t worry—when the wedding invitations go out, even the inconsequential will get one."Mark’s fury boiled over as he slammed his fists on the table and shot to his feet. With intense anger in his eyes, he sneered at Maximum, "Don’t get too cocky. Soon, they’ll come for you, Maximum. And I’ll be right here, ready to la
LANAWhen I heard my dad's comments, I was puzzled by his dislike for Maximum. Could it be jealousy, now that we had just reconciled and a man was at the door wanting to whisk me away? His recent behavior was confusing."Dad, why don't you like Maximum?" I finally asked.He looked at me intently before replying, "Lana, he isn't a good man, and he’s not the right man for you. Just look at Mark—his family background, his career, his looks, and his abilities. He’s a much better choice than Maximum."I frowned at his dismissive tone; it bothered me how he talked down about Maximum."I'm tired, Dad. I just want to go to bed," I said, excusing myself as I walked into the mansion.Once in my room, I quickly fell asleep.The next morning, a knock echoed through my apartment. When I opened the door, I was taken aback to see my mom standing there.I raised an eyebrow, skeptical.Her expression darkened, and she demanded, "Are you not going to let me in?"I stepped aside, letting her enter, and