LEVI’S POINT OF VIEW
The first time I saw her, it was from her side profile. I had just closed a big deal, and as such, I went out to celebrate. I was a black hole, I felt nothing, and just lived my life as it came. Tired of sleeping with the same kind of women, I decided to drink my sorry self away. I was thirty-five, but it felt like I was fifty. My routine was simple: be ruthless, do not go to court unless you will win, which is why I have never lost a case, ever. My record is spotless, and it earned me a reputation in the state of Illinois and the whole country, as well as internationally. It was not always like this, though; my parents were lawyers too, but nothing like I am. My father lived his entire life serving his mates, I swore that would never be me so I worked my ass off in law school and years later, I am now a billionaire, the one lawyer only the elite could afford I stared at her, or rather her back, as she was turned to me. I could tell she was tense from the way her shoulders tightened. “Leaving so soon? Why?” I asked. The only way to avoid the huge clusterfuck this would become is if she decides to drop out of this class rather than stay here where it was bound to end badly, for her because no one in their right mind would go against me. “I need to prepare for the mock trial tomorrow.” “Do you?” I said to her, and I must have struck a nerve because she turned to me suddenly “How dare you?” she whispered so brokenly that I began to regret what I did, the unfamiliar…. Emotion filled my chest, surprising me, I never felt anything…. Ever. My therapist diagnosed me as a sociopath, and that was why I always won every case, because I attacked it without sentiment, no matter what. ‘You know, don’t you? You know what this stupid scenario is and you’re using it on purpose, right?” she asked me with what looked like tears in her face. I pushed the unfamiliar tightening in my chest away before I stood up and walked over to her. “You need to be prepared because anyone, and I mean anyone, could use that against you, and until you get a thick skin, you will not become a good lawyer.” “And what is a good lawyer, Mr Vale? Someone who strong-arms a woman by using what hurts her against her?” “In some instances, yes, but in many others, it’s a shark. Someone who goes for the kill ruthlessly, and licks the blood off, because just like a shark, all we do is kill our opponents and make sure they stay dead, because their loss means our victory. If you are here based on sentiment and emotions, you are not fit to be a lawyer.” “How dare you?” she said, full-on fighting tears now. “You have no idea what this means to me, and you dare to speak to me in this manner? How dare you?” “How dare you? Miss Cross, I will have you know I have all the audacity, my reputation and my experience grant me this. I am the best at this, there is no one as good as I am so I definitely can dare to do this and if this is how you react to this, how would you react to the prosecution grilling you in court because trust me, it will be quite brutal and if you cannot take something as subtle as this, you are not fit to represent him so you better get yourself another lawyer so your brother will not have to actual rot in prison.. that is if you can get the judge to grant this re opening of this case” I said, and next thing I knew, my face was to the side as the sound of a smack filled the room. She slapped me “I will walk out now because if I stay, I will not hold back,” she said, turned around to walk out when I said “Leave” “What?” “Leave this class, enroll in Mr Dickinson’s class instead.” “Is that what this is about?” she asked before laughing “I will not leave this class until you declare me the top student and I pass your class with distinction so I would advise you to stop before this truly gets ugly Mr Vale because I never back down from a fight, you would do well to remember that” she said before storming out For some reason, I smiled. I have no idea why, but a huge smile broke out on my face as I stared after her. This would be quite entertaining.AURELIA'S POINT OF VIEW.He walks in like a man ready for war, uncaring about the fact that my very dangerous grandfather stands in this very room, the owner of the house he just barged into.He has no idea, but he just breached one of Grandfather's rules.My house is my fortress. No one comes in or out, not without my permission and approval.His voice drones in yet again, reminding me of another lesson from years ago. The sight of Desmond's broken fingers is on my mind. One of his friends from college had followed him here, unknown to Desmond, and grand grandfather punished him for two things.You were unaware of your surroundings.You let a stranger into my gates without my approval.That requires a lesson,I remember standing there, fighting tears at the sight of my strong brother, hunched in pain and anger. The promise of pay back clear in his eyes, and my grandfather saw it."That fire in your eyes, keep it burning. The day it goes out, I snuff you out as well.""Vale! To what d
AURELIA'S POINT OF VIEW.He looks up at me from where he stands, his short form standing before me with a menacing smirk on his face.Looking at him as a young teen must have made him seem taller, more frightening, because all I feel as I stare at him is nervous."Aurelia, after all these years." He says, his tone of voice cool, calm, unhurried."Grandfather, I need your help." I go straight to the point. I've learnt one thing from dealing with this man: there's no time wasted with him. You must let him know immediately, no questions asked.Wasting time is not in our bloodline, Aurelia. Many have fallen for the time wasted; don't be one of them.His voice comes to mind, sparking a memory of another hard lesson from a year ago. The image of me on my knees, knuckles bloody from his cane as I fight the urge to tremble before him.He always hated any sight of fear.Fear is for the weak, Aurelia.His voice comes in again, the same memory from earlier still fresh and raw."And what might th
AURELIA'S POINT OF VIEW.Stepping out of the car, I smooth the invisible wrinkles off my skirt. The need to appear perfect, without blemish, before him, rising again, as I remember the way he would scowl at me when I appeared before him with any form of blemish.Grandfather likes things organized, put together.I remind myself in a quiet voice as I look over myself again, checking if there's anything about me that can set him off.The guard at the gate looks me over with curiosity and interest; his huge gun in his hands terrifies me.All of a sudden, the memory of a few years ago flows into my mind, the sight of the gun triggering a memory I thought I had buried."Stand there." Grandfather says his focus is on his gun.His loaded gun.Trying my hardest not to tremble or show any form of fear, I stand in front of the tree, my eyes on the small rabbit eating nearby."In life, there are the weak and the strong. No matter what, aspire to be among the strong, or else..." He cocks the gun a
AURELIA'S POINT OF VIEW.I run out of the office, not caring that I look crazy to everyone here, my hair probably all matted as I dash out the doors, hoping to meet the one person with enough power to turn this around in my favor.The one person I swore to never meet, not after what happened years ago.I remember it like it happened a minute ago, the wound still fresh in my mind."Get out of my sight, Isabella." His cold voice spat out at my mother, as he stared down at her, his icy grey eyes unfeeling, uncaring about his flesh and blood, not about the way she shivered in the cold, the December snow pouring down on her, my brother, and me."Father, please, we have nowhere else to go." She pleased, her grip on us as tight as possible, as though she feared she would lose us to the cold."No. You made your decision thirty years ago, when you decided to walk away from your legacy, all for a farm boy." He spits out, his lips curled in disgust."I was in love." My mother responds, her voice
A FEW MONTHS LATER.AURELIA'S POINT OF VIEW."Kill him!!" The shrill cry from the blonde woman on the television screams back at me as the mob outside the prison my brother is kept in charges on, their placards, cardboards, all draped in red angry letters.KILL DESMOND CROSSKILL THE RAPISTKILL HIM NOW.All of a sudden, the walls of the office blur, so do the people, the papers, and everything else in existence as it all crumbles and fades into nothing.How did this happen? Everything was going so well.Levi and I have been in our little bubble, as he chases me around the classroom, his house, his bedroom, until he finally wins, and pins me on any surface, fucking my brains out, till I end up sprawled beneath him, breathless and thoroughly fucked to oblivion.I have remained at the top of the class, beating everyone else, retaining my top spot as the best this school has ever seen, and I am among the last five left in this office.Levi has fired more people than he said he would. Thi
ABBY'S POINT OF VIEW.I'm over stimulated, my thight sticky, my pussy pulsing with after shocks, as my body tries to recover it's barely experienced self from what just happened. My mouth is still filled with the taste of his salty cum, as he sits in front of me, his eyes bearing into my soul till every part of me rises."Up." He suddenly orders, his voice breaking the silence in the suite.I obey, rising to my feet on shaky legs. He grabs me by the arm, rough, and entle at the same time, pulling me till we stop in front of a huge, floor-length mirror.The second I realise what he intents to do, heat fills my face, making me turn away instantly.But he's not having it.Without mercy, he turns my face back to the mirror, ordering me with his hard voice. "Look at it. I want you to watch yourself as I fuck you, as I lick you, as I wreck you for any other man in the world. If you look away once, I won't let you come; no matter how much you beg for it. H leans in, his lips close to my ear