LOGIN•Odette•
[Draven Lockwood, the most eligible bachelor in the country, spotted locking lips with the former heiress of ‘Eve’.] [Fake daughter of the Valmont family staking her claim on the CEO of the country’s best tech company, Locke.] [Draven Lockwood is not asexual!!!] [Unexpected love pairing outside Caesar’s Place, High Society families unite.] [One real estate prince’s trash is an almighty tech god’s gold.] ~No one would have expected the fake daughter of the Valmont family, Odette Valmont, to hook up with the most notorious businessman in New York City, Draven Lockwood. The couple were so immersed in each other’s company that they paid attention to no one else while enjoying a tasty meal at the famous Caesar’s Place. At the end, they were even reluctant to part and shared a passionate kiss at the end of the night. Talks from bystanders confirm that the two are currently in a relationship with the intent to go further. The question is: when did this blissful relationship begin? And how favorable would the end be for both parties? One is no longer powerful and has no drop of highborn blood with talks about being written off the Valmont family’s will. The other is elusive with a family name strong enough to shake the highest mountains. This blogger appreciates innocent romance, but caution should be taken when there are many points that prove that such romance has many foul strings playing around it.~ The tabloids were more dramatic than I expected. I never thought people would pay close attention to the fact that I was not a real Valmont, but that fact seemed to pop up on every blog about Draven and I. But at least, no one was trying to debunk the fact that Draven and I were together. There was no ‘Girl pushing herself on a man high above her status.’ As dumb as that sounded, it happened more times a week than I’d like to know. Under those catchy titles of mine and Draven’s scandalous relationship, there were pictures of us from last night by my car. Our faces weren’t blurred. The pictures were taken as though they were right from a photoshoot studio. The poses were perfectly locked in and our lips were glued together. It looked like Draven was ravishing me from the inside out. And I looked so willing to be eaten. There was nothing ‘innocently romantic’ about the photos. The angles revealed what we were doing and what would have happened were it not a planned show—not that it was actually planned cause I hadn’t expected Draven to kiss me that way or at all. I was sure Draven schemed the bit about kissing all by himself, forgetting to inform me. And I was also sure that the photographer who’d captured those moments was working for him. He must have also had a hand in selling the pictures to the most famous blogs and magazines so our relationship would be on the front page of every scoop. Gosh, the man was deviously brilliant. With the basis of mine and Draven’s relationship already formed, the next step was to— Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. My phone began to vibrate in my hand as a call came in. The caller ID was only one word: Father. My hand unconsciously quivered as I tapped on the accept button and brought the phone to my ear. “Come to the house. Now.” After saying his piece, Father terminated the call. “Fuck.” I cussed, putting my phone away. This was the part of the plan I dreaded the most—facing my father, my parents. But it was also the part I looked forward to. If they reacted contrary to Draven’s prediction, everything would change. I would regret signing a deal with the devil. I would feel bad for the choices I’ve made. But if they didn’t… There would be no turning back. I quickly dressed up in formal wear and set off to the family house. The home I grew up in, where every childhood event of mine took place. To be honest, I was anxious. I shouldn’t be since I was an adult now. I was my own person now. Yet, my heart seemed to race the closer I got to the mansion. By the time I arrived, you could say my heart was no longer in my chest. I parked the car carefully and sucked a deep breath before stepping out. Just seeing the grand double doors of the Valmont mansion made me want to throw up my breakfast. I couldn’t go through the front door. As bold as I was, I was also a huge coward. Which was why I turned around and began to make my way to the side door by the indoor garden. The garden was as beautiful as ever. Several species of trimmed flowers and a scent in the air that could relax the nerves instantly. This used to be my favorite place when growing up. I created most of my designs while lying on the false green grass. I couldn’t spend much time reminiscing about the past because my father was an impatient man. Now meant now. And now was almost half an hour ago. I tightened my fists and quickened my steps towards the side entrance. Before I could place a hand on the handle, someone opened the door from the other side. “Odette…” Tristen’s blue eyes brightened upon seeing me. I took steps backwards as a sigh escaped from my lips. Tristen didn’t seem to notice. He stepped into the garden quickly and shut the door behind him. “I knew you’d be in the garden when I saw one of your cars parked out front. You must have thought to use the side entrance. It’s your favorite. I’m right, aren’t I?” Tristen spoke without taking a breath between words. “Tristen, can you please save whatever this is for later? I’m in hurry to—” “This can’t wait, Odette. I have something important to tell you.” “You can tell me after I—” “It’s about Draven.”•Odette•With the use of my peripheral vision, I watched Draven, finding it difficult to peel my eyes off him. We were seated at the back of one of his cars on the way to meet with his grandfather for dinner.I should be nervous. I should be thinking of how to perfect a loving act with Draven in front of the man. Yet, all I could think about was two nights ago.An incident that I half remembered. I couldn’t remember from the point where Draven had reminded me to pick up my purse in the private lounge. I couldn’t remember how I got home.I damn well couldn’t remember who had taken off my heels and given me a foot massage. Even though I couldn’t remember, I knew that it wouldn’t be anyone other than Draven.Only he would know my address and how to get into my house without my personal assistance. As crazy and criminal as he was. I never thought he would care about me enough to the point where he would rub my feet. I must have been in pain, no doubt about that. Every day in heels from d
•Draven•My right lash line hurt like crazy after getting the lashes there plucked by a drunk Odette Valmont. I exhaled through my mouth, trying to ease the pain.I stared at Odette’s dewy eyes and pouty pink lips after she answered my question. She didn’t even act like she’d done any wrong. My lack of follow-up words made her cock her head to one side, letting her thick brown hair cover the right side of her face.“What lash serum do you use?” she asked, her light brown eyes growing brighter as she fixated on my own eyes; my lashes, probably.“Odette’s personal lash-growing serum.” I answered without thinking.“Really??” She bounced on her toes, excited to be told what she must consider a super top secret.“No. That’s a lie.” I pulled her closer to me and stretched a hand to stop an incoming cab.“How could you?” Odette spoke with a betrayed tone.I didn’t look at her because I had already pictured her face in my head, and just the imaginary visuals could send me spiralling. “Keep
•Odette•It happened in my first year of high school. My parents had been all up in my business at the time, breathing down on my neck. And that should have been around the time I started to do things in the company, creating my personal designs and refining the ideas I found old in Eve.Of course I hadn’t been paying attention to boys and likes. Even though everyone my age was. My parents had it engraved into my head that I was going to get married to Tristen no matter what.Playing around would only get me in trouble and give me hopes that would get crushed in the long run. I believed them, I obeyed them.Which was why I sent away every boy who came my way. “I have a marriage partner already. Please, find someone else to like.”I had said these words almost a thousand times in my youth. Some of the boys I said then to had just been naturally attracted to me. Most had been attracted to my last name. Either way, I couldn’t be with them.Henry Hawk had come into my life in an interes
•Odette•My hands were tense on the steering wheel as I parked my car. It was a different one from the car I’d driven to see my father days ago.I couldn’t ride that one anymore.A lump formed in my throat as the frightening memory refreshed in my head. They knew my secret? A secret that I’d suppressed so deeply in the back of my mind that I could hardly even remember the details? That one?Fuck whoever thought they could threaten me.I grabbed my purse and alighted from the car. I was dressed in a formal blue gown this evening that went off the shoulder. The length ended around my knees and had a long slit at the back. The unreasonably high heels on my feet were killing me as I strutted, probably because I’ve been on them all day, going from place to place to personally inform and invite people to the wedding.All that, just to have Draven ring me to tell me he wanted me to meet up with his closest friends who’d be present at the wedding. I was to act as naturally as possible. I w
•Draven•“Are we really your friends?” Henry whined, aggrieved, before emptying a shot of vodka.He planted the glass on the drinks table and leaned over to rest his head on my shoulder. His big curly brown hair found its way to my mouth. I frowned and shoved him with my elbow.“Don’t touch me.” The warning was filled with irritation. If the kid knew better he’d behave himself. However, he didn’t.He brought his legs up to the leathery cushion, squeezing his lean build as he knelt on the chair. Just so he could grab my left arm tightly and act spoiled. “Rave, I can’t believe you would do this to us. You don’t love us anymore because of her, right? And you never even told us about her!” While prying off Henry’s lean fingers from my arm, his older cousin, who was the last person in the private lounge with us, spoke up.“Stop being annoying, Hen. This is literally the reason why Rave didn’t tell you in particular about Odette.” Adrian said monotonously, wearing his signature straight
•Odette•After leaving the garden, I calmly walked into the mansion, navigating through the walkways to get to my father’s study while my heart drummed loudly against my chest. As much as I hated Silver, her independent opinion and actions meant nothing to me. The only things that mattered to me were the reactions and opinions of my parents.Before Silver came into our lives, I used to think that I knew them best. That I could predict their movements and decisions. I was wrong.I knocked on the mahogany door of my father’s private study first before announcing my arrival.“Father, it’s me. Odette.” The fear that I thought I could suppress surfaced when I spoke with a weak voice.Ten whole seconds passed—I counted—before Father granted me the permission to step into his study. I learnt the hard way as a kid that I needed verbal permission before stepping foot into this private territory of his.Even grown, my hand still trembled as I turned open the knob and stepped into the room. Fa







