MasukMy eyes crack open and my head is pounding like a drum is being played in my head. What the hell did I do last night.
Shit. I try to sit up and that’s when I realize there’s another person in the bed right next to me. Motherfucker. Everything comes crushing down on me in one go and I can’t believe it was me who did it. I fucked a stranger. Multiple times. All night long. In different positions. I stumble out of the bed with uneven steps trying to get the fuck out of this room before the stranger wakes up and sees me. If he sees me and realizes who I am he might want to use me. I’ve learned guys do that now, thanks to Shane. He might also just want to forget this happened so really I’m sparing us all the trouble of having that awkward conversation. He should thank me really. I grab my potato sack dress hustily putting it on grabbing both my underwear and bra from the floor and making a run for it. I chance one look at him but decide not knowing who he is, is better. No strings attached is safe for both of us right now. I open the door and breathe a sigh of relief when I’ve successfully escaped. I have to rush to my room before anyone sees me because even though I haven’t looked at myself I know without a doubt that I look a hundred percent thoroughly fucked. If anyone saw me they’d know for sure. I walk a little faster but when I make it past one of the rooms in the hallway I hear raised voices. I stop in my tracks, straining to listen. I’m nosy sue me. “You were supposed to sleep with Shane Ryder not Percival Black! Why are you so stupid Clare”a woman’s voice rings out and from what she is saying I realize it belongs to Clare Haistings mother, Iris Haistings, “Mother I don’t know what happened. Shane Ryder was not in the room he was supposed to be in that’s not my fault but Arias. She was supposed to get him there and she didn’t!” There’s a loud screech then she’s says “I’m going to kill that bitch right after I kill her mother” What? Kill my mother? Isn’t she looking for her cure? “I’m the only one who is responsible for poisoning that bitch all you have to do is act like you’re trying to save her. Don’t mess with the plan Clare”Iris tells the other person who is obviously Clare. I almost fall because a whoosh of air leaves me breathless at their words. Iris is poisoning my mother? Am I still drunk? Am I having a bad dream. What the fuck? “Mother listen I was looking for Shane in the other rooms but he wasn’t there. If we find him maybe we can still salvage this. Please mother give me another chance” Clare’s pleading voice rings out. “Let’s go find him, I’ll make sure Percival leaves the country as soon as possible, we can’t have this getting out. Not now” I can hear the fear from Iris’s voice even from here. “Mother please don’t tell father about this. I don’t want him to be disappointed in me” “He will find out on his own if we don’t fix this, let’s hope that brat got that boy wasted enough otherwise we will be fucked” “She did, I made sure of it”Clare reassures her “Good now you go and find Shane Ryder. Make him believe he’s the one you slept with”something ruffles and heels start clicking “I’ll go into the surveillance room and clear everything from yesterday so he doesn’t find out the truth” “You have to save the one where Aria is getting him drunk. If he realizes we were anywhere near that he’s going to suspect me and we can’t have that. If he sees that Aria Reed was the one who did it he will discard her like the piece of trash she is” My heart starts pounding so hard that it’s the only thing I hear. What the fuck is wrong with these people. I need to reach the surveillance room first so I can delete the video evidence. Not only can they not find out about me sleeping with some random man but they can’t show Shane Ryder proof of me getting him drunk on purpose. It won’t end well for me so my steps become faster. The Ryder family is very powerful and they won’t take well to someone harming their own. I start running fear clasping me in a vide drip. I make it to the surveillance room while actively hyperventilating, I can’t let Mrs Haistings see these videos I just can’t. I open the door ready to give the security guard any amount of money he demands but by the grace of all things holy he’s not inside. I make quick work of the computer deleting everything without even watching it. I can’t have Mrs Haistings find me here. I make sure it’s permanently deleted even on the cloud and completely wiped off even on the back ups and then I bolt, running to my room and locking the door behind me. I take deep breaths trying to calm myself down and finally processing what’s been happening under my nose. My mother is being poisoned by the Haistings. Even though I knew Clare was evil I never would have thought she was this type of evil. After everything this family has done for her. I have done for her. she still has the nerve to do this. I mean most of the things happened after my mother got sick so I guess their plans are working. I wonder if my mother knew she was being poisoned by someone she considers her best friend how would she act. A chocked sob escapes my throat and I can barely contain the shaking that takes over my whole body. Shane Ryder betrayed me. Clare Haistings betrayed me. The Haistings betrayed my family as a whole. And I can’t even tell anyone about it because it’s all just rumors if I don’t have proof. Father trusts the Hastings with his life so it’s clear to me that even if I tell him he won’t believe me. More tears fall down my face and sobs wreck their way out my throat. What the fuck is my life right now. I should really stop eavesdropping on other peoples conversations.My eyes crack open and my head is pounding like a drum is being played in my head. What the hell did I do last night. Shit. I try to sit up and that’s when I realize there’s another person in the bed right next to me. Motherfucker. Everything comes crushing down on me in one go and I can’t believe it was me who did it. I fucked a stranger. Multiple times. All night long. In different positions. I stumble out of the bed with uneven steps trying to get the fuck out of this room before the stranger wakes up and sees me. If he sees me and realizes who I am he might want to use me. I’ve learned guys do that now, thanks to Shane. He might also just want to forget this happened so really I’m sparing us all the trouble of having that awkward conversation. He should thank me really. I grab my potato sack dress hustily putting it on grabbing both my underwear and bra from the floor and making a run for it. I chance one look at him but decide not knowing who he is, is better.
After my sister leaves me with those lovely parting words I decide that I need to find me a bed to lay in. Shane and Clare are in the third floor so I need to be in the first floor if I don’t want to hear them going at it. I make my way to a guest room we usually don’t use figuring that it’s my safe bet. I open the door but to my surprise there’s already someone there. The lights are turned off but since it’s a full moon outside and the curtains are open i can see the silhouette on the bed. Whoever it is they are tall and half naked. “Oh sorry I thought this room was empty”I say ready to close the door and be on my way. But there’s a groan and it’s clear it’s coming from a man and it sounds as if he’s in pain. Is he hurt? I can’t just leave someone who’s hurt alone. But whoever the man is turns to me and even though I cannot see his face I can still feel the intensity of his stare which holds me in place. Making my body feel hot. “Do you want to have sex with me” he groans
A week from then a bunch of black roses arrived for me with a card telling me that he will be leaving to go study overseas. At first I was hurt but then I felt relief after realising that Clare Haistings won’t have a chance to seduce him. Yet. And when my father told us that he was finally coming back and would be at our birthday party I was both happy and sad. Happy that I’ll finally see him after three years and sad that Clare will finally start seducing him. After he left we never stayed in contact, I tried sending him birthday wishes but he never replied back, I guess he was protecting his heart. And it’s Not like I expected him to after I told him I didn’t want him to be my boyfriend. And now I have to get him drunk. Yes drunk. That’s Clare’s orders unfortunately.It goes against everything I stand for but I can’t refuse Clare when she’s recruited my father and my sister to convince me that I should do this. Not that they know what she wants me to do, but I honestly don’t
Three years ago Me and Shane were just coming back from a picnic he had set up for us. I was the happiest I’d ever been and had decided to confess to him at the end of the night but as soon as we walked inside the house father told me that Clare was sick and she needed to talk to me immediately. I rushed up the stairs to her finding her curled up in a ball with her pillows surrounding her delicate body. I don’t know if it was pure instinct or what but I immediately felt a pit in my stomach when she lifted her red rimed eyes to me and said “I want Shane Ryder to be my boyfriend you have to give him to me” Those words not only made hot tears rush down my face but they also made me realise one thing, Clare Haistings never wanted me to have something she doesn’t have. Not only was I heartbroken but I was angry. Angry that she was talking about him as if he is an object for us to pass around, angry that out of all the guys she could want, she wanted him and most of all angry that I
Clare Haistings gives me a hug, her sweet perfume filling up my nostrils. It makes me want to vomit. “Hey twin.are you enjoying the party?”she asks but doesn’t let me answer. “Everyone is enjoying themselves and the presents look really good, our guests really outdid themselves”she gushes. Her sparkly dress shimmers every time she moves. And the ruby red necklace she is doning looks amazing on top of her cleavage. She looks perfect. “Yeah”I mutter. “Well I for one am sad your mother felt too sick to come, she would have loved this” she runs her manicured hand up and down my arm in what Is supposed to be a comforting manner. “Yeah me too. How’s the cure coming along, any progress?” I hate the hopeful tone that underlines the question, no matter how many times I get disappointed. “I’m sorry Aria, but you know this is tidious work. I’m doing everything I can”her hand squeezes in another comforting way which just makes my heart sink because that’s how I feel every time this to
It’s my 21st birthday party and everyone put in a lot of effort to make this party this grand. The tables are all draped in gold table clothes and vases that make it hard to see the person in front of you stand center stage. But to be honest the people that are sitting on those tables don’t need to see the person in-front of them because they’d be too busy gossiping to care. The whole antire room is a masterpiece of opulence, designed to impress even the most discerning guests. Walls adorned with lavish artwork, from priceless paintings to intricate sculptures, set the tone for an evening of refinement and luxury. The floors are polished to a high shine, reflecting the soft glow of crystal chandeliers that hung from the ceiling, casting a warm, golden light over the space. Plush velvet drapes in a rich, jewel-toned hue framed the windows, adding depth and texture to the room. The air is filled with the sweet scent of fresh flowers, arranged in exquisite bouquets that adorn the tab







