Please note that this book is only fictional. So some medical issues mentioned here might differ from reality.
PREFACEHaving a double personality can be hard. And having three personalities is even harder.However, Claire was able to get used to her problem and lived amicably with her other two personalities and became good friends who protected each other.Claire::::::: The owner of the body.Mia:::::: The genius personality.Scarlett ( Red ):::::: The Sassy and badass personality.*********♤♤♤♤ THE BEGINNING ♤♤♤♤“Hey! Watch it freak!” A student bumped into Claire Wilson as she was walking to her next class, making her fall. But instead of apologizing, the screamed at her.Claire Wilson is a beautiful eighteen years old girl with pale and delicate skin. Black and white baby eyes. And mostly, long deep brown hair with little curls that go down to her waist. And that's one thing many of the female students are jealous of.Though Claire is poor and doesn't wear any expensive clothes or shoes, but her skin is always delicate and her face is beyond beautiful and alluring.She actually comes from a well-to-do family. Her family has their own company and Mansion, but Claire is not more than a maid in that house. No one really cares about her and she'd always be giving their surplus.Hence, everyone in her college thinks she comes from a poor family since her parents have never come to her school even when the school principal calls for their presence.It's always their house help who comes in place of her parents.With her supper IQ, in fact, a genius and a top student in the whole college, many students hated her for all her qualities simply because she was poor.Claire instead apologized to the boy who bumped into her. She decided to pick up her books and leave quietly. This bully has become part of her already. In fact, she has grown immune to their bullies.But before Claire could even touch her books, two girls kicked her books away from her grasp, making the rest of the students in the hallway laughing at her.Claire ignored them and walked towards her scattered books.“Fuck! Let me out! Let me out so that I can kick their fucking asses!” A voice inside her head fumed angrily.Claire just shook her head in NO. She can't talk to her inner voices now. It will make the students call her names again.“Claire, can you at least try to defend yourself? These people are clearly bullying you, and they have done it on several occasions. When are you going to retaliate?” Another voice inside her head said to her.But this voice was much calmer than the previous one.Claire continued shaking her head in NO without saying anything.“Hey, freak… just quit schooling here. Because you are brilliant and top of every class doesn't mean this school is for you!” A girl said to her mockingly, but she got furious when Claire totally ignored her and immediately left for the restroom.The moment Claire entered the restroom, she immediately regretted it as she was met face-to-face with Jane Grayson, the one who started her bullying. Jane was with her three best friends, who always follow her around as if they were her maids or dogs.Well, Jane is the daughter of the school principal, so she does anything she wants without getting punished or any consequences.On the contrary, if you dare retaliate against her bully, be prepared to get suspended. This, makes everyone want to be on her good side always.Those who get on her bad side never get to continue their college, as they will immediately be suspended or even kicked out of the school.Claire, on the other, knowing that never fights back all this while, even when Jane beats her to the extent of making her body bruised all over.She just wants to finish college and find a job to do to help her move out of her parent's house, which can be called "Hell On Earth”.Claire pretended not to see Jane and went straight to one of the cubicles. But before she could even walk past her, Jane grabbed her hair and pulled her back harshly.Claire hissed in pain. She grabbed Jane's hand and tried to pull it from her hair, but Jane's other three friends immediately grabbed her hands to give Jane more access to her.Claire screamed in pain but Jane didn't even bulge. Her hatred for Claire is more than anyone could imagine.As the daughter of the school principal, she felt jealous of Claire being the top student whilst she always gets the lowest grades.Her father and some teachers have to give her a pass though she clearly fails most of her exams.“Fuck! Let me out, Claire! Please!” A voice said in her head with so much anxiety. Claire could clearly hear the anger and panic in the voice inside her head.She knows if she allows that person to take control over her body, everything in the school will turn upside down. Thus Claire has to make sure she's in control of her body all the time, except on a few occasions.“Jane! Let go of my hair! Jane, it hurt!” Claire cried out, but Jane only shoved her out of the restroom and pulled her to the school corridor, where most of the students were.Almost all the students started laughing at Claire's despair face as Jane and her friends inflicted their punishment on her.“Come on Jane! You can do it! Show that freak her place in this school." A boy shouted, making the rest of the students chuckle in amusement.Some even whistled, which made Jane and her friends become bolder.From the corner of her eyes, Claire saw the school principal, who was looking at his daughter with a smirk as if what his daughter was doing wasn't a big deal.Some teachers stood there with nonchalant faces. In fact, almost the whole school hated Claire, simply because she was a genius who comes from a poor family.Some teachers hated her because Claire sometimes points out their mistakes in the middle of their teachings, which according to them and in their eyes, was rude.They think Claire likes to bluff, simply because she's a genius. But none of them knows the reason behind her intelligence or else they would be shocked.The basement was suffocating. No! It's more than suffocating. Thick, damp air clung to the cracked concrete walls like mildew, heavy with the stench of rot and rust. A single flickering lightbulb dangled from the low ceiling, its weak glow casting long shadows across the floor. In the far corner, barely visible in the gloom, a woman was chained to the wall—her wrists bound high above her head, ankles shackled to rusted iron bolts drilled into the floor. She didn't move. She hadn’t moved in hours... Maybe days. Her hair, once a soft chestnut brown, had long since turned gray, matted into tangled clumps that hung in greasy ropes around her bruised face. Dirt caked beneath her fingernails. Her clothes—if they could still be called that—were tattered scraps clinging to weathered skin. Her frame was skeletal, her lips dry and cracked. She looked dead. And yet... she breathed... Barely. A cruel laugh rang from near the stairs. She had heard that taunting voice several times. “S
After a while of soft conversation between Claire and Ethan, a knock broke their conversation. Knock, knock. “Come in,” Ethan said without looking back. His tone was steady, almost distracted because of Claire’s smile. The door creaked open, and Jessica stepped in, followed by Jeffery. Their eyes immediately darted around, curious and unsure. It wasn’t often they found themselves in Ethan’s bedroom—it felt like walking into forbidden territory. Not because he forbade them, but because he had unknowingly built walls around himself over the years. Walls no one quite knew how to climb. Jessica hesitated a moment in the doorway. “Wow... your room’s actually... cozy.” She said sheepishly. Jeffery snorted. “Cozy? It’s spotless. Looks like a furniture store.” “Order helps me think,” Ethan said plainly, finally turning around to look at them. He gave a small nod to their presence. Jessica offered him a soft smile in return and Jeffery gave a lazy wave. It's not like they could go
"Wake up, wake up, dammit!" The voice slammed into Claire’s consciousness like a storm cracking open the sky. Sharp, brimming with fury, which echoed in her mind. "Calm down, Scarlett," another voice responded, gentle and soothing, like a calm stream after a thunderstorm. "I’m sure she’s just tired from being sick. Have you forgotten she was drenched in the rain the other day?" Claire stirred, her brow twitching as she tried to wake up. Scarlett, on the other hand, wasn’t having it. "Sick? Oh please, Mia. She’s not tired from being sick. She’s tired because she spent the whole damn night screwing Ethan while we were blacked out. I can smell him all over her. How the hell is that fair?” That did it. Claire's eyes suddenly flew open. The morning light streaming through the curtains felt too bright, almost accusatory. She pushed herself upright with trembling arms. Her breath came in shallow gasps as she tried to make sense of what she had just heard—felt. "...Mia? Scarlett?" she w
But Ethan was gentle, soothing her with soft words and caresses. "I'm sorry, love. Trust me, you'll love it. Just hold on for a while." He waited patiently, allowing her to adjust to his junior before beginning a slow, passionate rhythm. As she relaxed, he increased the pace, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more wild. Claire's moans and screams filled the room, her body bouncing on the mattress in time with his movements. Their bodies moved in perfect harmony. Ethan lifted her leg to his shoulder to deepen their connection. He kissed her leg with fervor as if every inch of her skin was meant to be worshipped by him. As he began to move rapidly, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, his hands fondling her breasts while his lips devoured hers, leaving them tender and swollen. The intensity of their passion was palpable. In a swift motion, he lifted her legs onto his shoulders, expertly stimulating her G-spot, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Next, he pulled
As Ethan's hands roamed her body, Claire's resolve began to crumble, and she couldn't help but moan in response to his tantalizing touch. His smirk grew wider as he whispered, "That's good. Keep on doing that!" He lavished attention on her belly button, sucking and kissing it, sending shivers down her spine. His gentle bites and soft kisses on her thigh left her feeling like she was burning with desire, craving more of his caresses. She clenched the bedsheet tightly and arched her back. This was the first time she was experiencing something like that, so the feelings were too much for her to handle. With a flirtatious tug, Ethan teased her by pulling down her lace panties, making Claire's face flush with embarrassment and shyness. She instinctively closed her legs, but he gently coaxed them apart, reveling in the breathtaking view before him. Both of them couldn't believe they were actually going to do the deed. The strange thing is that it felt normal to them as if they were
Ethan and Claire continued devouring each other's lips as they forgot everything and everyone except themselves. Ethan's passion for Claire was so immense that he was barely holding on to the little sanity in him in other not to snap and take her now and then. Sensing that Claire was out of breath, Ethan broke their kiss and gave her the chance to take in oxygen into her lungs. His hand softly caressed her face. Looking at her red slightly swollen lips, Ethan forgot all logic and made a decision. He won't let Claire go with just a kiss. He wanted her and looked at how Claire was also looking at him, Ethan she might have also come to the same conclusion. Ethan's piercing gaze held Claire captive, his passion and charm rendering her helpless. As he tenderly stroked her hair, his warm breath whispered in her ear, "May I?" The gentle nip on her earlobe sent shivers down her spine, and she couldn't suppress a soft moan. The sound of her pleasure only fueled Ethan's desire, and