Autumn's standpoint I kicked off my shoes immediately. Cai shut the front door of his mansion. It was the first time I was at his house, and I have to say the house is something, really, really something. He lived in a castle-like mansion with shadow blue, shadow gray, cadet gray, ghost white, and Cambridge blue paintings, tiles, and stones. I didn't see it clearly since it was dark, though the countless lights illuminated the exterior. The interior was glorious, sumptuous, and a clever mixture of floral white, Roman silver, Laurel green, peach-orange, or whatever that pale color is. Some furniture had light shades of maximum blue purple and pastel purple. The colors to me were amazing and suited my taste. "Nice colors," I said tiredly as I threw my purse on one of his expensive vintage couches. "If you want, I can add peaches," I looked over my shoulder and glared at him. He chuckled with an innocent raise of his hands. "What am I doing in your house anyway?" "Weren't you horny f

Autumn's standpoint The light hit my eyes dimly, I groaned and turned my head from the light. I felt someone's hand on my waist and a thick leg on mine. I furrowed my brows, trying to recollect last night and how I ended up in bed with a man. I smiled as I remembered where I was and how I got here. I turned my head and opened my eyes, my blurry eyes landing first on the beautiful face of the man who loved me. He looked like an angel just sleeping so peacefully… Not that I've seen one before, but if there was ever to be one, he would be a great description. I slowly pried his hand off me and untangled our legs. He groaned lowly. "Where are you going?" "I'm going to prepare breakfast for you," I planted a small kiss on his lips and got off the bed. He went back to sleep after that. I stretched on my toes, bending my body back before doing a few body twists to get my stiff bones cracking. Once all my bones were flexed, I made my way to his closet and picked out a pale crimson football

Chelsea's standpoint Autumn lay on her bed, her head and hair draping down the side of her queen-sized bed. I have to hand it to her parents, they were born prepared and were always prepared. Their house here in Washington was amazing! It was a block of flats with a penthouse, the penthouse belonging to them. The house had five rooms, five comfortable bedrooms, a lovely kitchen, an indoor pool, another set apart for movie nights, a living room, a storeroom, and two rooms made into an office; only that one office was partly a library. The penthouse had one bathroom in the master bedroom which is Autumn's, and two extra. I would prefer my bathroom in my own room, but it was still okay. As I was. Autumn's hair draped down to the floor while her head slightly fell off the side of the bed. Her legs were up high in the air, dancing as she hummed. Since we moved into her house on Sunday, we hadn't gotten enough chances to chat and share our secrets. I was busy jotting down some to-do list f

Meredith's standpoint Wednesday, the day I died… Sorry, where am I? Oh, my head. It was Wednesday, the day to start work with my gorgeous employer. It wasn't that bad. I had worked for men more attractive than he was, however, none of them were my type and I hadn't spent the last five years pining over them. So for my first day, I wore the thin chrome yellow pullover Constance picked out for me. Chelsea did the rest selecting since she knew how to seduce her boss with her outfit all thanks to Autumn. She let me wear the pullover because it clung to my body and then topped it with a Charleston green pencil skirt and a pair of golden poppy cuffed open-toe heels. I knew the outfit showed off my curves and well… Almost everything. I didn't want to wear it but Autumn threatened to kill me if I dared to do otherwise. So there I was in the elevator, nervously drying my moist palms on my skirt with my heart hammering against my chest. His secretary said he removed the passcode of the elevat

Mordecai's standpoint I peered at the figure staring at my gate as I drove closer to it. Who would be foolish enough to stand and stare at this time of the night? It was a she and she didn't look like a robber. More like a miserable mad woman. The headlights shone on her—Brianna. I immediately parked the car and flew out of it, she looked like she was going to pass out. "Brianna!" I shouted, carelessly pocketing my keys. "What are you doing here?" She smiled sadly as she swayed back to forth. "You are drunk," I said as a matter-of-fact. "Yes, I drank because I'm sad and I want to commit suicide after I leave here. I need the energy to do that." I stepped closer to her with worry. "What happened?" "I finally know why everyone detests me, why my father and even you loathe me. It's not my fault but everyone keeps blaming me for something that happened before I was born," she grabbed my shirt, fisting it up in her hands, and pulling at it. "I didn't kill your mother, Mordecai, I didn'