Raven's POV
It's been two months since I caught my sister, Blair, in bed with my boyfriend. Scratch that, ex-boyfriend, Jamie. The shock of the betrayal still stings, and my life has been on repeat since the incident. I just sleep, eat, read, attend lectures, and repeat the whole process. Telling my mom about Blair’s infidelity was a disastrous mistake. Not only did she dismiss my accusations as baseless, but she also decided to punish me by cutting off my allowance. According to her, I was disrupting the harmony of our "perfect" family with my groundless claims. Sometimes, I just want to run far away, but I have nowhere to go, so I'll just wait till I graduate from college, and then, I'm out of here. To the outside world, I have the perfect family. I mean, when you have a mom who's successful like mine and my sister who's one of the best models, you'll get what I mean. My mother runs a modeling agency, while Blair also works at the agency as a model. She's the face of the company, the crown jewel in my mother’s empire. My mom takes pride in Blair’s success, and I'm pretty sure she'll be taking over ABES (A Beacon Of Elegance And Success) when my mom retires. Oh, and by the way, that's the name of my mom's agency. I've always dreamt of working with them, I had so many ideas for the company. I didn't want to work as a model but as a fashion designer, I planned on transforming ABES from a modeling agency into a full-fledged fashion house. But my mom never listened to any of my suggestions, she said I'm not fit to be a model and I'm not pretty. So I stopped trying to explain to her since she didn't want to give me a chance to speak. I have always wondered what I did wrong, and how my mom and Blair developed this hatred for me. One time I thought of showing her my designs so she'd know I was good at making designs for clothes and shoes, but then I heard her telling some of her partners that I was as good as not having a daughter because I was good for nothing. She was on a business call and I guess the person asked why I wasn't working in the agency yet. It was at that moment I decided not to tell anyone about all the drawings I had. Knowing my mom, she would probably take them from me and launch them, claiming she made them and I couldn't do a thing if she did. No one would believe me. Not many people knew I even existed. Sitting at my desk, I buried myself in my textbooks. My final exams were just around the corner. My concentration was shattered when my mother stormed into my room, she looked at me as if I was the ugliest thing she'd ever seen. "Hi, Mom," I said, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach my eyes. She scrutinized me with a disdainful glare. "I see you've become rude, is that how you greet your elders now?" Her voice dripped with sarcasm. "No Mom, I'm sorry. I was just surprised to see you here. I mean, you haven't been here for a very long time. It's just..." I stammered, my anxiety making my words tumble out in a disorganized rush. I always got nervous whenever she was around, you could say I was terrified of her. "Might I remind you who the owner of this house is?" She snapped. Her glare was like a physical weight, making it hard to breathe. "Did you think this was a holiday home?" I flinched. Her words were harsh, but they were nothing new. "Besides you should be happy I even graced this dumpster with my presence." Yeah, narcissist much? No wonder she and Blair get along so well. They only love themselves. "I'm talking to you." She snapped her fingers in my face. Shit, I zoned out again. "I'm sorry, I didn't hear you." I tried my best not to upset her. "I see you've managed to get yourself into a comfortable routine," she continued, "but let's be clear, you're an adult now. It’s time you start thinking about your future so you won't have to keep munching off of me." Her words were like a knife twisting in my gut. "Mom, I... I don't understand what you mean." I asked though I had a sinking feeling about where this was headed. "What are you, 5?" She scoffed. "At twenty years old, you should be prepared to support yourself. Blair managed to buy her place at eighteen." She said, her voice rising with every word. "You're twenty, and you’re still living off me. You're good for nothing." I felt a surge of anger and frustration. "You can't compare me with Blair, Mom. I don't get the same support as Blair does. I barely get my allowance, and it’s only enough to cover my tuition fees. How am I supposed to afford an apartment?" Her response was a chilling smile. "Need I remind you that ABES isn't the only place in the world where you could get a job? Blair deserves her position because she’s earned it. You, on the other hand, don’t even deserve the things you get." Her words were like ice-cold water, numbing my senses. "You've been cut off. As soon as you graduate, don't expect any support from me. You’ll be out of here, and to make things clearer, Mr Clinton will be considering you as his new wife." She declared with finality. The room spun as her words echoed in my mind. How could she do this to me? I barely had time to process her departure before the door slammed shut, leaving me alone with my thoughts. The weight of her words pressed down on me, making it hard to breathe. I was so weak right now, was that my mom or someone else? How could she even say that to her daughter? What did she mean by I don't deserve any of this? All these questions kept haunting me through the night. I need to find a way to escape whatever plans she made with that old man. ~~~~ The next day, I decided to visit my dad's grave. I may not have met him, but I always felt like my life would have turned out differently if he were here. Blair and my mom were out at the Barretts for dinner, which meant I had the house to myself. I headed to the cemetery, the quiet graveyard was like a balm to my frayed nerves. I spent a few moments by the grave, speaking to the man I never knew, sharing my frustrations and dreams with him. ~~~~ My mom cut me off just like she said she would, and she still hasn't bothered to know how I was surviving without any allowance. I knew a day like this would come, which was why I got a job as a waitress, but I couldn't help but think she would be worried about me. I guess a part of me wanted her to care, a part of me craved her affection. I know working as a waitress wasn't the glamorous start to a career I had hoped for, but it was a start. I did my best to remain positive despite the grueling hours. Now I have to balance school and work; it's tough, but I don't have a choice. I read on my breaks, then continue at night. I have some money saved up but I still need to work if I ever want to live on my own. I wasn't going to sit and wait for my mom to kick me out or, worse, marry me off to some old man. "Dahlia, take this order to the VIP section, table 6." Mariah, the head chef, ordered. "Hurry up, we still have to attend to the other customers." I grabbed the order and headed to table 6. As I was serving the customer, my hands trembled slightly, causing me to spill wine on his suit. "Oh my..." Before I could even apologize, I accidentally knocked over the plate of food, splattering it all over him. "Shit. I'm so sorry, sir; I didn't mean to." I blurted out, my face flushing with embarrassment. I recognized him immediately, he was the same man that almost knocked me down on the street last night. His face darkened with anger, and I braced myself for the inevitable tirade. I think he also remembered who I was but his phone rang before he could speak. As he spoke to the person on the phone, irritation was evident on his face. "What's going on?" He demanded, his voice laced with frustration as he spoke into the phone. I hung around nervously, waiting for him to finish his call. When he hung up, he looked at me with a mixture of irritation and exasperation. He groaned as he pinched the bridge of his nose. I wonder who that was, better still if he's going to take his anger out on me. I just started working here. "Don't just stand there, show me the washroom." He ordered. And I did a silent prayer so I don't lose my job today. Oh God please save me today. I led him to the restroom, trying to remain calm. He began removing his shirt, and I felt a surge of panic. I was on the verge of leaving when he spoke. "And where do you think you're going, little girl?" "Back to work, sir," I replied, trying to sound as composed as possible. "Did I say you could leave?" His tone was icy. I swallowed hard. "Is there anything else you'd like me to do for you, sir?" I couldn't afford to annoy him further. "Here, clean this up and be fast about it." He handed me his stained shirt, and I set to work with a heavy heart. The restroom was quiet except for the occasional rustle of clothing and the sound of him speaking on the phone. "Did you get my text?" His anger was palpable, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. This was my second week on the job, and I had already made a terrible impression. A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. A man in a suit entered, carrying a bag. "What took you so long, Fredrick?" The customer asked, his voice strained. "I'm sorry boss, there was..." Fredrick tried to explain but was cut off by Mr. Grumpy over here. "Save it, I don't have time for excuses." He snapped, taking the bag and pulling out a fresh shirt. He had another shirt and still asked me to clean up the first one. The silence was heavy, he looked at me with a mixture of frustration and something else. For a second I thought I saw a glimmer of desperation in his eyes. "You can leave that." He told me. He was on his phone and it seems he was trying to reach someone but couldn't. "Come here." He called for me. "I'm sorry about your shirt sir." I apologized, not knowing what else to say. "Listen," he began. "I need a favor. I want you to marry me." I blinked, unsure if I had heard him correctly. "Excuse me!" "It's just temporary," he continued, clearly sensing my confusion. "I need to sort some things out, and once that’s done, you’re free to leave." I stared at him, disbelief etched on my face. "With all due respect sir, I can't marry you." Was this guy mentally unstable? How did that sound in his head? He sighed, running his hand through his hair, clearly frustrated. "I understand your hesitation. But it’s a complicated situation. I’m under pressure to resolve certain issues quickly, and this is a way to buy some time." I shook my head, feeling overwhelmed. "I don't know what kind of problems you’re dealing with, but this isn’t something I can just agree to without understanding more. Besides, temporary or not, marriage is a big commitment. I’m not sure this is something I can handle.”Raven's POV He ran his hand through his hair, clearly agitated. "Look, I'm in a tough spot, and I’m not asking for a lifetime commitment. Just a temporary one. I promise you that once things settle, you’ll be free to do whatever you want. There won’t be any strings attached."I stood there unable to comprehend the nonsense this man was sprouting from his mouth. Who in his right senses would ask a girl he doesn't know to marry him? My only theory was that this dude had lost his senses. Thank goodness his madness only started and not while I was alone with him in his car."I'll pay you, any amount. Whatever you want, okay?" His voice tinged with desperation. "My fiancée isn't here, and I need to get married today, or I'll be forced to marry the girl my parents have chosen." He explained, sounding desperate. "P... Please." The man standing beside him gasped like he just did something special. So he has a fiance."I don't even know your name, how do you expect me to just marry you?" I as
Mason's POV After a long, sleepless night, today had finally arrived. I was eagerly anticipating the look on my father’s face when he discovered I was already married. Last night, I overheard him discussing plans with Margaret, something about the Prescotts visiting again today to finalize wedding arrangements. I still couldn't comprehend why that girl couldn't take a hint and understand that I was not interested in her. She seemed so wrapped up in her world that she failed to see that I had no interest in getting married to her. I glanced at my watch and noticed it was already past 10 am. What was taking her so long? I sent my driver to go pick her up an hour ago, so why isn't she here yet? The anticipation was gnawing at me. I already instructed someone to move my belongings to my penthouse; as soon as she arrives, I'll introduce her to my dad, and then we're out of here.The knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts. Julie walked in, her face a mask of frustration. "Mason, D
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Mason's POV I woke up with my head pounding, feeling like it was going to split in two. The light streaming through the curtains only made it worse, and I groaned, rubbing my temples to try to alleviate the pain. As I tried to sit up, I noticed something strange. Someone was lying on the floor beside my bed. I squinted, my vision still blurry from sleep and the remnants of last night's alcohol. It was Raven; she was curled up on the hard floor with her arms tucked under her head. She looked like a child lying in that position. What the hell was she doing here, and why was she on the floor?Suddenly, the memories of last night came rushing back in fragments. From seeing those damn photos, drinking more than I should have, having sex with a random girl at the club, and worst of all, breaking down in front of Raven. My stomach churned with regret. I couldn’t believe I’d let her see me like that, so vulnerable. She probably thinks I’m weak, a complete mess. I pushed those thoughts asid
Ever since Mason announced his marriage to Raven to his family, Margaret has not been happy about it. She didn't want to be on Lenora’s bad side, especially when she knew what Lenora was capable of. She knew there was no way she could convince Mason to divorce Raven.Lenora had threatened to destroy everything she's worked so hard for all these years. Margaret entered Julie’s room with only one purpose in mind, and that was to ask her to convince Mason to divorce Raven. If there's anyone who can persuade Mason, then it's Julie. She went into Julie's room, but as she looked around the neatly organized room, Julie was nowhere to be found. "Where's that silly girl when I need her?" She mumbled, her face masked with frustration. She was about to leave Julie’s room when her eyes landed on a stack of papers carelessly placed on the desk. Curiosity got the best of her, and she walked over, her fingers itching to uncover the contents of those papers. She picked up the papers, her eyes scann
Raven's POV I was finally home, after a long day of lectures, and all I wanted to do now was to eat and collapse on my bed. I pushed the door open, not expecting to find Julie sitting on the couch, nervously. The moment I saw her in the living room, I froze, my heart skipped a beat. I haven't seen her since that night at the party. I tried calling her after, but she ignored my calls. When I learned Mason was a Barrett, I knew I'd see her sooner or later. But I didn't expect it to be today."Julie," I greeted, unsure of what to say. "I didn't know you were here. Mason’s not back yet."Julie looked up, her expression unreadable. "I know. I'm here to see you."My stomach churned. She's probably mad I married her brother. She only told me she had a brother once but we never really talked about him. Then I found out Blair was engaged to the son of the Barrett family. "Is everything okay?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. Julie sighed, looking down at her hands before meeting my
Mason's POV I arrived home earlier than usual, with some special plans for tonight. I wanted to take Raven out for dinner, more like a date. Don't get me wrong, I don't have feelings for her. That's the last thing I want after my experience with Candice. My only priority was my company, and to do that, I had to find a way into her heart; that's the only way she'd agree to have my child. But when I walked into the apartment, Raven wasn't home. I frowned, glancing at my watch. She usually came back around this time after her classes. I pulled out my phone and dialed her number. She didn't pick up, and I tried 3 more times. It rang for a while before she finally picked up. "Hello?" Her voice was soft and it trembled slightly. "Where are you?" I asked, trying to keep my tone light, a hint of concern crept in. "I've been trying to reach you, are you okay?" There was a pause on the other end of the line, and when she finally spoke, her voice sounded a bit off. "I'm on my way home. I'l
Raven's POV It's been three weeks since that night with Mason, and each day felt like a slow burn. The memory of us together still lingered in my mind, but what hurt me more was his sudden behavior change. He's gone from distant to practically avoiding me altogether. It was as if we didn't live in the same house anymore. After graduating from college a week ago, I threw myself into my designs, trying to start from scratch, and also distract myself from the emotional turmoil going on in my head. I used my savings to get everything a fashion designer needs to create amazing clothes and bags. I spent most of my days sketching and sewing, trying to create something beautiful despite the chaos in my mind. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop thinking about Mason. His indifference was driving me nuts. Every morning, I wake up with no sight of him anywhere. Mason would leave for work before dawn and come back long after midnight, ensuring we never crossed paths. But tonight, I