Yasmin blinked, clearly stung by Tessa’s words, but quickly masked it with a scoff. She walked to the back of her car, gesturing dramatically at the dented trunk. “So, who’s gonna pay for this?” she asked, her tone laced with mockery. “Oh right, I forgot—you’re broke now.” Tessa folded her arms, a smirk tugging at her lips. If only Yasmin knew. “How much is it?” Tessa asked smuggly. Yasmin smirk widened. “Five million dollars, that's if you have that.” She chucked Tessa slipped out her phone. Yasmin gasped. Tessa was using the latest iPhone, the one she's been bothering Tamlin for. Or was she rich now? Could Vernon really be protecting her? Tessa raised her brows as she stared at Yasmin, who was lost in thought. Tessa cleared her throat to get her attention. “The account number.” Yasmin called out the account number and she deposited the money in her account. Shocking her. The cost of the damage wouldn't actually cost this much, she just did it to humiliate Tessa
His gaze lingered on her pink lips, so alluring, so tempting. His hunger for those pink juicy lips never quenched. He wanted to do so many unholy things to them. Nibble them, suck them, bite them.He leaned in, her eyes closed momentarily–her lips puckered. His lips grazed hers softly, snapping her from her trance.What the fuck was she doing?Kissing the international playboy. No never.She pushed him off, shooting daggers into his eyes before walking out of the hallway.He smirked his fingers grazing his lower lip. His gaze shifted to the brown liquid which painted the floor.“She left her coffee” He walked back to the coffee machine grabbing a new cup and was about to go to his office when his phone binged. He slipped it out of his pocket and saw that it was a text from an unknown number.“I’ll make sure I ruin you for what you did to me” The text read.He rolled his eyes. Probably one of those girls, who got heartbroken by him. He was a playboy after all.He was about to return h
Her heart rate tripled, the car barreled towards her at an alarming speed. She tried to run, but it was useless–no one could outrun a car.She tripped, crumpling to the ground, her wrists scraped the floor, her blood oozing from the wound– but that was the least of her problems.She struggled to push herself up, but a sharp sting shot through her ankle. Paralyzing her.The car was almost on her now.She crawled backwards, her bottom rubbing against the floor.Tears blurred her vision, her breaths were short and shaky, her heart pounding against her ribs.Was this the end?Was she really going to die?Her eyes remained tightly shut, bracing herself for the inevitable impact–but was met with the eerie silence of the night.The cold wind slapped her face, forcing her to open her eyes.The car was gone.Was she hallucinating?She tried standing up trying to ignore the immense pain she felt.Slowly, she staggered into the night.__VERNON’S MANSION“Where the fuck is she?” Vernon snapped,
Rebecca's phone buzzed against her palm. She sniffled, brushing away the last of her tears as she pulled it from her pocket.A call from Noah—her childhood best friend.A faint smile crept onto her lips as she swiped green.“Hey,” his voice came through, warm and familiar. “I'm outside your house. Wanna go for a walk?”She blinked, surprised. Rising to her feet, she walked over to the window and pushed aside the old, faded curtain. The cracked glass distorted the view, but she could still make out his tall frame standing beneath the dim streetlight.Their eyes met, and he smiled—lifting a hand to wave at her.She ended the call without a word, her smile widening.Snatching her sweater from the bed, she hurried out of the room, quietly shutting the door behind her. She took the stairs two at a time and flung the front door open.The moment she saw him up close, her heart clenched in the best way. Without thinking, she ran to him and threw her arms around him—like a little girl seeing h
“Is something wrong? What's going on? I paid all the money I was required to?” Nickolas asked, his brows furrowed.Vernon's last thread of restraint snapped.Without another word, his clenched fist collided with Nickolas’ face, the sickening crack of his nose echoing through the room.Grabbing him by the collar, Vernon yanked him to the floor and straddled him, raining punches on his face. Blood spattered across the polished tiles, staining the once-pristine office.“What the fuck man!” Nickolas shrieked from the pain, as he used his hands to try and shield himself from Vernon's punches.The door swung open.“I’ve got your matcha—” Ethan froze, his eyes widening in horror at the scene before him. The cup slipped from his hand and clattered onto the desk.He rushed forward, trying to pull Vernon off, but the CEO was a man possessed. After several failed attempts, Ethan finally managed to drag him back, breathing heavily.Nickolas groaned, his face a mangled mess—lips split, nose shatte
“What about her?” One of the men asked making Dominic hault. “We can't just leave her here, she could tell the police and if that happens–” Dominic passed Yasmin a deadly smirk, making her squirm in her seat, her heart rammed against her ribs. His eyes burned with something she couldn't decipher but she was sure of one thing. If she made that mistake of telling the cops, he'll come for her. A cold chill ran down her spine at the thought. “Let's go.” Dominic said turning away from her, taking huge strides to his car parked at the roadside. The men passed each other confused glances before going into their van, driving off. Yasmin gulped down nothing, stepping down from the car, her brittle form trembling. With slow steps, she reached Tamlin. Her eyes watered. Tamlin couldn't die. She couldn't let that happen. She gathered little strength and bent to his level wrapping his almost lifeless arm around her neck, picking him off the ground. She tripped–his dead weight pr
He walked past her, ignoring her, like he always does.At this point, she's beginning to wonder if her plan is going to work or is she just fucking wasting her time.She strode to her room, shutting the door. She walked to the shower and freshened up before settling on the bed with her phone.A text popped up, it was from Nickolas.Have you gotten home?The text read, and she smiled, at least a guy cared about her.Yeah, I just finished showeringShe replied.Another text popped up.Maybe tomorrow, after I get discharged, we could grab a cup of coffee and hang out.She bit her lip before replying.I would love toShe knew Vernon would get crazy because of this but did she care? No, she wanted him to loose it and if this doesn't work she doesn't know what will.___Rebecca's shift had just ended, and she was done serving the last customer.“Thanks for coming, please do come again,” she smiled, masking her exhaustion.Of course she was tired. This was her third job for the day, and she
Zayne's eyes roamed around the dark streets, hoping that he could at least see something or someone but saw nothing but the thick darkness and the flickering street lights.He dialed a line, after three rings, the person from the other side picked.“I've gathered the info you asked me to and I've dropped the file in your house–” The person said.“Keep watch on Becca for the next few days, don't let her out of your sight and also, fix some cameras in her street.” He ordered the worry in his voice evident.“Okay sir, I will get it done immediately.” He replied before Zayne ended the call.Whoever it was, he would make sure he would catch them and kill them. His gaze went dark, his eyes moving to her flat window, she flicked the lights off signalling that she was going to bed. He couldn't let anything happen to her, he couldn't even bare the thought of loosing her.He started his car and drove off.Soon, his car broke down in the middle of nowhere. He furrowed his brows and stepped dow
Vernon threw the knife to the side and walked out of the room. The guard from earlier was at the door his grip on his gun tightened when he saw the blood on Vernon's clothes. Vernon turned to him. “Burn that body and bring me it's ashes!” The guard nodded and walked into the room, as soon as Vernon left and what he saw, would scar him for life. Vernon walked into his room and peeled the shirt from his body, leaving him in just his underwear. He picked his tablet and flipped through until he reached the a video footage of when he killed Cameron and sent it to the one person he knew could have sent him—Tamlin. He added a chilling message. “Send more, I enjoyed killing this one” He clicked send and tossed his tablet on the couch. His face had shown in the clip and he could get arrested if Tamlin sent it to the police and his reputation would get ruined but did he care? Absolutely Not. Why was he doing this? He didn't even know but one thing he was sure of was, no one was al
Tessa sat beside Nick in the hospital ward, her eyes fixed on his weak form on the bed. She was always getting him hurt and honestly, she didn't like it. A dry sigh escaped her lips making her stand from the chair. Her phone buzzed in her pocket. It was a phone call. She slipped it out of her pocket and when she saw the caller ID, she blinked. Tamlin? Why was he calling her? She swiped green placing the phone on her ears. “Tessa, how are you?” His mocking voice peeled from the otherside, earning a frown from her. “What do you want? To get killed by Dominic again?” She smirked but Tamlin's cackle made her smirk disappear. “Dominic is dead!” He dropped the news. Her jaw dropped to the floor. “What.” She rasped. She nearly lost grip of the phone. Dominic can't be dead. Dominic? No, how could Dominic be dead? “Stop with the pranks Tamlin, is someone's life a fucking joke to you?”, she snapped. She tried to sound stable but her voice still broke. “I won't convince you swe
The guard ran to the car and pulled it out of the garage. Tessa helped Nickolas into the car, his blood staining her already torn dress. He had just gotten back from the hospital because of her, and now he was going back because of her. She glanced at Nick, catching him smiling at her, although he was struggling to keep his eyes open. “I'll be fine, don't worry,” he spoke. Although it gave her little assurance, it could calm the storm raging inside her.Her heart ached, her want to make him suffer increased; she would use him and never look back. She would make him love her and then break his heart. That way, he would suffer a pain even worse than the bullet wound he gave Nick. “You'll be fine, I promise!” she said, holding his other uninjured hand.She faced the driver. “Step on it!” __Becca and Noah had just finished their meals and were walking out of the restaurant hand-in-hand. It felt surreal—she was holding Noah's hand. Although they did it a ton when they were just friends,
She sniffed against his shirt, her tears wetting his shirt as he gently caressed her hair. They stayed like that for minutes till Tessa calmed down, she broke the hug and faced him. “What are you doing here?” She asked, quite contrast to her earlier vulnerable self. “I came here to see you?” His hands reached for her face, his gaze warm. “Are you okay? Are you hurt? Did he hurt you?” Tessa knew that by “He” he meant her father. Her heart fluttered that he actually cared to ask if she was fine, even though she was just using him, that thought made her stomach churn, she had to tell him the truth. Tessa smiled weakly. “I'm fine, don't worry. Come in.” She turned back and walked into the house, Nickolas trailed behind her. She reached her room and she pushed the door open and pointed a couch for him to sit while she walked to the bed and sat by the edge. “I have something to tell you.” she bit her lips, adverting his gaze. He inched closer. “What do you want to tell me?”
Did he just say girlfriend? Rebecca's eyes lit up, totally ignoring the fact that he said pretend girlfriend. “What do you mean pretend girlfriend? Am I supposed to help you trick Sasha into believing that we're a thing?” “Please just do this for me, I know it'll be hard to pretend to me more than friends but still, let's try.” She wanted to play hard to get, I mean he just technically asked her out, so she was going to pretend as though she didn't really care even though she cared so damn much! “Okay, I've heard you. I'll do this for you because you're a friend of mine but afterwards, we'll go back to being normal friends” She spoke, taking a bite of her food. He nodded instantly, making her chuckle. “Okay, then It's a deal!” She added after swallowing her food. Immediately, Noah's eyes flickered to the side. “She's here!” He alerted, Rebecca looked up from her food. “Whose here?” She wondered. “Sasha and she's with that other guy” Noah frowned. Sash just walked into t
He nodded mounted on the bike and wore his helmet, she grabbed the helmet about to climb the bike as well when she saw Zayne. He stood there and looked at her with this heart broken look in his eyes. She didn't spare him another glance before climbing on the bike and wearing her helmet, her hands made its way to Noah's stomach as she wrapped her slender hands around it and just like that they drove off into the night leaving Zayne standing there. Was he really no one important? Even after the kisses they shared she felt absolutely nothing for him? It would have been a bit less heart breaking if she had said it was from a friend but the words “No one Important” stuck and it hurt him. Was this how those girls felt when he broke their hearts, oof, that hurts.Are you giving up already? Zayne Carter never gave up on anything. He soliloquized. He was a Carter and, the Carter Motto was that you go after what you want and ensure that you get it, either using legal o
The morning approached, the golden rays slipping into the room through the barely covered windows. Tessa was still asleep, wrapped in Vernon's arms, but Vernon, on the other hand, didn't sleep. He stayed awake and watched her like a hawk, his gaze unwavering. He carefully peeled himself from her and walked out of the room. Soon after, Tessa woke up, her lips parted, a breathy yawn escaping her lips as she rubbed her eyes. Her body was weak, but she felt a bit better than the previous night. She glanced around, taking in her environment. It was then she realized that she was in her room, her brows furrowed.How did she get here? she thought. Until she remembered Vernon—he came and saved her last night. She bit her lips, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. Even though she couldn't see it, she could feel Vernon. He stayed with her throughout; he didn't leave her side. Her mind reeled back to her father, memories of her childhood seeping in, making her grip on the
Vernon didn’t stop. He continued whipping every single inch of Cameron’s body. The man’s skin glowed a bright shade of red, belt lines etched angrily across it like flames licking flesh.“Please,” Cameron cried, his voice hoarse from the endless screaming.Vernon threw the belt aside and mounted him, disfiguring his face with brutal punches. All he could see—burned into his mind—was the image of Cameron on top of Tessa. That alone made his rage spike beyond control.His knuckles ached, but he didn’t stop. Blood stained his outfit, soaking into the fabric. A nearby guard, who had witnessed the entire scene, trembled in fear. He had never seen his boss like this before—so unhinged, so violent—and knowing it was all for a woman left him stunned.Vernon, who had avoided women like the plague ever since the incident five years ago, was now about to kill a man over one. It almost made the guard smile... but he dared not show it. He didn’t even dare to look at Tessa, knowing doing so could g
The memories came flooding in like a tidal wave. She staggered back. The man immediately stood up, walking to her. His hands wrapped around her, steadying her. “Are you okay?” he said, his voice almost gentle—but she could see through those lies. He was far from gentle. He was cruel. He was cold and ruthless. “How did you get in?” she rasped, shrugging him off and creating space between them. He smirked. “Is that how you treat your father?” he asked, walking closer to her and giving her a gentle caress on her cheek. She shivered. Her body instantly went numb. A tear rolled down her cheek. “Please... don’t,” she said, her voice hoarse. He placed his fingers on her lips, shushing her. “Don’t cry. We’ll just have some fun, like the good old days.” He inched closer, his body pressing against hers. His slender fingers moved to the door handle behind her and pulled it shut. Her back pressed against the wooden door. “Dad, don’t do this,” she pleaded again, her voice barely a