Hey Wylders!!!
(Omg, how have I never done one of these before 🥹) So basically, I’m writing this to say a few things: 1.) Hey, how are you liking the book so far? It’s my first one, and honestly I’m super proud of it. If you’ve gotten this far I want to believe something about it, even if it’s just one thing, has kept you engaged. What is it? Let me know so I’ll incorporate it more (yes, even if it’s the steamy scenes.) and if there’s something you hate? Let me know as well. I’m writing for YOU, and that means YOUR OPINION MATTERS TO ME!!!! 2.) THE MOTHERFUCKING SINCLAIR SOIRÉE We’ve dreamt of this day. Read about this day. Wondered and waited and prayed it would come, and now it’s here. And as I write this, I think it’s going to be here for a bit. (I may change as I write) It’s about to be one of the most pivotal moments in this book, and that means we’re spending a good chunk of time on it. New characters will step on the scene, old ones will shock you, literally almost everything is about to change in the glitz, glamour and madness of one sparkling day. Not to mention the million dollar question that hangs in the air… WILL AVA LEAVE THIS UNHARMED???? Well… stay tuned to find out, Wydlers. I love you guys, and part of loving you is giving you the best. While the first part of the Sinclair Soirée comes out tommorow, any suggestions about it before then MAY be implemented (yes, we’re making this interactive!) I love y’all, and thank you for supporting me through what I do ❤️ - Rachelle Wylde <3Ava ~~~ I still. My entire body goes numb. No… “You didn’t…” I gasp. I feel her warm hand clasp around mine, and only then do I realize my hand was shaking. Maybe my whole body is shaking? I don’t know. With her second hand, she picks a tuft of my red hair, running gentle fingers through it. The action is so at odds with what she’s telling me that I feel like I’m getting whiplash. She reported Riggs and Jaxon’s imprisonment to the police. “Relax, sister.” She says soothingly, “I don’t know where exactly Leonel is keeping them, so my report should take the police some time to figure out. A little time for you to get use to the fact that your ex-fiancé is going to prison.” I shake my head, prying my hand out of hers, “No… No!”I knew Riley hated them, but to do this sort of thing she must hate me as well. Riley grabs my face suddenly, and I gasp as her fingers sink into my cheeks. She forces me to face her, an erratic, almost insane, look in her eyes.“I am tired of t
Ava ~~~ I should hate Leonel Sinclair for framing his father. There is no other explanation as to how the police found James. Leonel is smart enough to cover his tracks. After all, he has covered up his torture of Riggs for so long that sometimes I forget Riggs is a living thing. So if the body was found, it was Leonel’s doing, and if that same found body happens to be pinned on Alexander Sinclair? Then it’s Leonel’s doing as well. I should hate him. I really should. Yet, here I am at 10:07am, tapping my foot anxiously as I flip through the channels on Riley’s small tv to get to the show where Alexander’s trial will be airing. I didn’t watch it yesterday, but, knowing Leonel will be testifying, I’m tuning in today. Somehow, my stupid, stupid heart can’t help but need to make sure this goes well for him. “This is more enthusiasm than you’ve shown since we came here.” Riley calls behind me, and hearing her voice right now makes me want to claw out my ears. “Of course s
Leonel ~~~ I didn’t think I’d be so restless the night before the trial, but with nothing but my thoughts at 11 pm, sleep feels impossible. It feels especially impossible after what I just did, leaking the lie that my father killed James to the press. When Bella suggested we frame dad for the death of James Weldon, my first thought was; how the fuck does she know I killed a man? My second thought, which was the actually thought that left my mouth, was, “We absolutely cannot frame dad for murder.” If Bella felt weird about me killing James, she showed no signs of discomfort. As usual, she assessed me with an intense grey stare that haunts me as I try to sleep now. It kills me that I cannot truly ever know what she’s thinking. It kills me more that I have turned her into the sort of person who is cunning and manipulative enough to frame our own father for murder. “James? Who the hell is James?” Evelyn asked pointedly, staring at Oliver like it was his fault she had no c
Ava ~~~ Nicco Moretti is smiling down at me, and I’m not sure i’m breathing anymore. A few months ago, before ever meeting Leonel, this would have been my greatest dream. But, like everything else, dreams change, and the only thing I can utter right now is, “How the hell did you find me?” Nicco is unfazed, his lanky body leaning against the door frame as his movie-star smile remains firmly in place. “Hello to you too, Ava.” He drolls. The sound of his voice snaps me into action. I look over his shoulder quickly, careful to make sure no one followed him. His body heat and the smell of Lavender and lemon temporarily distracts me. I gasp as I look up by mistake, only to meet his chocolate brown eyes, staring down at me. “I came her alone, Ava.” He murmurs, “Don’t worry.” I swallow, too dangerously close to him. If Leonel saw us he’d probably remove Nicco’s head. The thought of Leonel makes my heart jolt, as it always does, and I break away from Nicco, pulling him in
Ava ~~~ Every single day, it’s the same damn thing from Riley: “How’s the tea I made you, sister?” “How was your night, sister?” “Do you want to watch something together, sister?” And every single day my answer is the same. “I’m fine, thanks.” 2 weeks of Riley’s pestering, of her need to be doing something and being something together when I just want…. What the hell do I want? Everyday, my answer is a little different. Like yesterday, when Riley offered me a steaming cup of something that smelled sweet, it transported me to my days with Evie, when she’d make me a cup of hot cocoa and scroll through social media with me as we laughed and mocked content creators. Yesterday, that was what I wanted. Last week, when I thought of a joke Oliver would have told me that would have gotten me keeled over in laughter till my stomach cramped from joy. It was him I wanted, yelling something funny to a room of my friends. Randomly, I want to go back to the night I ran away
Leonel ~~~ It takes me a minute to calm down and remember who the fuck I am. Leonel Sinclair. The Man and Legend himself. I can’t be weak right now. Not ever. Especially not when I have a trial to win, a fiancée to find, and a sister to protect. I push off Bella slowly, and as I do she nods at me. I don’t expect her to give me a small smile like Ava would. I raised her to be more emotionless than that. It is only now I wonder, with her hand clenched in mine like it’s a task, not a heartfelt action, if that was a mistake. I love her. I know she loves me. But now I regret not showing it more through emotion. I should have kissed her cheek more, or read her good night stories or whatever the fuck my parents should have done if they were even slightly good at being parents. We walk back to the house hand-in-hand not saying anything but our action saying everything for us, and once we reach the front door, we break away from each other. “How bad was your breakdown on a scal