All Chapters of Corrupt Temptation: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

IVY.The cheap plaster on the walls were rattled as the heavy oak door of my tiny apartment slammed behind me. I was indifferent. It was a pitiful reverberation of the roaring thunder inside my brain. With a rage so strong it felt like a physical thing my hands were still clenched into useless fists clawing at my throat and burning behind my eyes. Unbelievable! was my yell breaking the sudden quiet in my living room. It was very different from Ivettes gilded cage it was stark and uncomplicated. I looked at the little stack of clothes I had been wearing for weeks the plain formless items she had recommended were understated elegance for my tragic heroine persona. I grabbed them with a scream twisted them into a tight knot and threw them across the room. In sharp contrast to the explosive force I wished I had they struck the wall with a pitiful thud. A snake. She is only that. A calculating cold serpent. Rather than providing catharsis the words Id hurled at her in the hallway only s

IVY.A sharp contrast to the raging storm in my head was the deafening silence in my apartment. Willas words reverberated off the immaculate white walls that I had previously found so consoling. At this point they resembled the cushioned cell of my own insecurity. A mug of lukewarm chamomile tea was in my hands still trembling a little an ineffective attempt to still the storm inside. I swear a new stress wrinkle had formed on my forehead directly between my eyebrows and my jaw hurt from clenching so tightly. Fantastic exactly what I needed yet another indication that things were slowly falling apart in my life. The tea spilled over my mugs rim and trickled warmly down my palm. Exhibit A: It is evident that my flawless coordination is deteriorating. A stack of fashion magazines was just barely missed when I threw the mug onto the coffee table with a gentle thud. My life seemed less runway chic and more like a slow-motion train wreck so why even buy these? . . The sound of my phon

SLOAN.Typically the mansions imposing reverberating halls hummed in a steady rhythm, hushed staff voices the distant clink of china from the kitchen and footsteps on marble. It was a continuous background to my painstakingly planned life a symphony of subdued luxury. I entered the dinning room.I looked toward Ivy's usual seat, thinking I might see her there along with a discarded napkin or a half-eaten croissant. Nothing. Just a spotlessly organized space waiting. A few minutes had passed since her typical time. No big deal isnt it? Perhaps she was just primping and running a little late rehearsing the easy elegance she somehow managed to project even while she was most likely fumbling with a stubborn zipper. I greeted the stoic butler “Good morning.”“Good morning, Sir ” He said in a low inconspicuous whisper. “Coffee?” “Please.” I sipped allowing the dark rich liquid to warm me. “Has Ivy come down yet?”His eyes flitted in my direction after usually being focused on an invisibl

IVY.As I held my phone the weight of the truths I now held made it feel like a ticking time bomb. I had written in my hurried note to Sloan Don’t try to find me. Oh the irony. Like telling a Rottweiler not to pick up a ball that has been thrown. I anticipated that he would have his private army of immaculately dressed security guards in full force by now turning Lagos upside down. If it werent for the grim mask of resolve covering my face right now the thought almost made me smile. After sneaking out of the mansion I called the first taxi I could find which was a miracle in and of itself because I was practically giddy with excitement and a desperate need to get away. I was going to meet up with Sophia’s. The cab arrived at Sophia's building and I practically jumped out of the car before it had completely stopped and gave the driver my money. I could feel my heart beating frantically against my ribs. What if she think I was totally insane? What if she wasn't here? I used the inter

IVYThe light glinted as Victor's fist struck my jaw was the last thing I saw before everything went dark. Knocking someone out isnt as dramatic as the movies portray it to be. I fell into unconsciousness only a startling thwack followed by nothing. It smelled like stale cigarette smoke and desperation when I woke up. My head throbbed in a monotonous persistent rhythm that echoed my hearts tumultuous beat. I was unable to make any grand escape attempts involving graceful leaps and martial arts moves that I most definitely lacked because my hands were bound but not so tightly that they would stop blood flow. Fortunately my ankles were unbound. Little mercies I guess. “Well well Sleeping Beauty finally graces us with her presence” a voice said harshly. I narrowed my eyes attempting to comprehend my surroundings. The title accurately described the rooms lack of windows. A lone naked lightbulb dangling precariously from the ceiling provided the only illumination creating long warped