โWell, it sounds like youโre about to find out,โ he says ominously.I remember my father defending his decision to kidnap me if Emmett hadnโt stepped in. He claimed he just needed to โremove me from the game.โ Like I was just some kind of gambling chip in his mind, one that was swinging the odds out of his favor. At the time, I didnโt know if I was better off with Emmett or my dad. Now it seems Iโm getting both, whether I like it or not.Weโve come so far since then. When everything about Emmett and my dad came out, I couldnโt imagine ever trusting Emmett again after everything he had put me through. I certainly never thought weโd be where we are today. But I canโt help but feel like the lingering presence of my father threatens what we have. I donโt know how, but I know itโs not good.โDo you think he still keeps tabs on my mom and me?โ I ask Emmett nervously. โYou remember what he said after everything happened with your father. About my mother belonging to him before anybody else.
Prologue"So, who's your date for homecoming?" Angelica asked as she looked around the cafeteria searching for Alex, her boyfriend. "It is your senior year; you need to have a date."I shrugged my shoulders indifferently. I don't think it's necessary to have a date for homecoming. But some people, like Angelica, seems to find it mandatory. It's for my reputation she told me. Honestly, I don't see how. With or without a date I would still belong to the populars of this school. "I don't have a date and I don't think I'm going.""Why?" Angelica looked at me, her eyebrows rising up in confusion. "It is senior year." She emphasized senior year again, like it was so important. To me, it was just like any other year. The only difference was that I'll graduate this year. "I know." I sighed, taking a bite of my sandwich. "It's just that you will go with Axel and Zane has a girlfriend. I don't want to third wheel.""You are Zane's priority." Angelica stated, rolling her eyes at her own stateme
5 years later"And that was it for today, ladies and gentlemen. Before you leave feel free to have some coffee and pastry." I placed the papers on my desk and looked up again at the board of directors, who were mostly men. There were only two women in the room. Me and another lady in a red blazer who's name I forgot. Today I had to give a presentation to the board of directors about the financial performance of my company's business units; entertainment, creative and account management."That was wonderful, Miss Vasilios. Your company keeps growing and I'm very impressed." Mr. Ashram said, giving me a warm smile. He was the one that gave me an internship in my second year in Harvard. "Your parents must be really proud of you."I smiled back at him and nodded my head. "They are." I answered, looking once again around the room to all the satisfied faces before I spoke up: "I'm so sorry that I cannot stay any longer, I have another meeting to attend. Enjoy the rest of the day ladies and
"I know that you are not on good terms with Zane but--,""No.""Will you please let me--,""No.""What is your problem?!" Angelica yelled out frustrated, causing the whole room to glare at us. Small sweat drops formed on her forehead even though the room was fully air conditioned. "My problem is that I have to stay longer than one week in the city that I absolutely despise." I hissed, motioning to our audience to go back to whatever they were doing. "That is not your problem," Angelica stated casually, flipping her long shiny hair over her shoulders. "You don't hate New York."She clicked her tongue, placed her elbows on the table, and rested her head on her hands. "Try again.""You know the reason why I do not want to be longer than a week in New York." I cried out as I also placed my elbows on the table and rested my head in my hands. "I will tell Yasmin that I cannot make it until the actual day of the wedding.""You will really disappoint her and Milan," Angelica said, a hint of
I opened the door to my apartment and threw the keys in the bowl on the table next to the door. I switched on the lights and immediately stripped out of my clothes. It was my habit to do so since I have been living alone for so long. Coming home to an empty and quiet apartment was a bliss feeling after being surrounded by people the entire day.The peaceful silence that met me when I entered my apartment soon got interrupted by the blaring of my phone. I groaned internally as I picked up my bag and rummaged through the content. In the process of doing that my hand caught something sticky and when I pulled out it was chewed gum that I forgot to throw away. I look disgusted at it as I immediately wiped my hand on a tissue paper. When I finally found my phone I slide my finger across the screen and tapped on loud speaker. The caller id showed that it was mommy dearest.Mom - AmariAmari?! Finally, after twenty-five missed calls. Vasilios, your daughter finally picked up her phone! Where
"No! Angelica put it back." I hissed as I walked past her, but she grabbed my hands just in time for me not to slip away. She gave me a pointed look as she shoved the red laced thong panty in my face. I scrunch my face in disgust as she did that. "Look at it! It's beautiful! You should totally buy this!""Give me one reason to buy it." I pushed the thong out of my face as I glared at the black-haired beauty in front of me. Her pink dress was waving in all directions as she impatiently tapped with her sandals on the tiled floor. "It's not like I will get laid in New York," I said, pushing a strand of hair out of my face."Of course you will not get laid if you keep on wearing that granny underwear of yours!" Angelica shouted, grabbing the attention of basically everyone in the store. I groaned inwardly as I leaned in and whispered icily in her ear: "Really Angel? The whole store has to know?"She snickered and threw the red thong at me. A big smile plastered on her face."Buy it! Tru
"You're finally home!" The moment I stepped foot in the mansion I got immediately attacked by my mom. She swung her arms around me as she squeezed the living daylight out of my small figure. Her familiar scent immediately made me feel at home."Mom." I hugged her back as I softly tried to push her away from me so I could finally catch my breath. "How have you been?"She loosened me out of her grip and gave me a warm smile. "I'm doing very well. You look so different from the last time I saw you. When was it again?"I bit my bottom lip as I tried to avert my gaze from her. It has been a long time since I last came here. "Last christmas?""It has been that long?!" Mom shrieked, her eyes widening at me. "You haven't been in New York since last christmas? That explains why you have change so much. I haven't realized that so much time had pass by.""Yeah, I didn't either. I'm so consumed with work and such." "What's all this--," My dad came out of the kitchen wearing a blue apron. I had
Candles in all shapes and sizes. Dangling in the entire venue were twinkling lights and in swoops from the ceiling. Drapes of silk-covered up household items and the tables were sprinkled in sequins and glitter. Glasses were filled with feathers and beads and the color scheme of this ball was gold and red.Everything screamed mystery and secrecy. The people around me were all dressed in beautiful designer gowns or suits and exquisite masks. I didn't expect anything less since this was the billionaire boys club. Only the elites who were a member of this club were allowed to exclusive parties like these. And everyone wanted to outshine the other. "There you are!" A high-pitched voice said behind me, making my heart jump a little. I turned around to see my brother next to a beautiful blonde-haired beauty whose face was covered in a black and gold glitter mask. "Yasmin!" I greeted the blonde in front of me. She placed two kisses on both my cheeks and clasped her hands together as she
โWell, it sounds like youโre about to find out,โ he says ominously.I remember my father defending his decision to kidnap me if Emmett hadnโt stepped in. He claimed he just needed to โremove me from the game.โ Like I was just some kind of gambling chip in his mind, one that was swinging the odds out of his favor. At the time, I didnโt know if I was better off with Emmett or my dad. Now it seems Iโm getting both, whether I like it or not.Weโve come so far since then. When everything about Emmett and my dad came out, I couldnโt imagine ever trusting Emmett again after everything he had put me through. I certainly never thought weโd be where we are today. But I canโt help but feel like the lingering presence of my father threatens what we have. I donโt know how, but I know itโs not good.โDo you think he still keeps tabs on my mom and me?โ I ask Emmett nervously. โYou remember what he said after everything happened with your father. About my mother belonging to him before anybody else.
Emmett and I race through the cold to the warmth of his car after school. A fresh snow has just fallen, and the campus has been transformed. The blinding, pure white glow all around brings me hope that maybe when we return in January, the Elites wonโt come at us with the force weโre expecting. But mostly, I try not to think about any of it at all.The weather in Massachusetts is beautiful, especially in Jameson. Itโs a small enough town with a historic square in the middle that gets decorated with lights, greenery, and bright red bows every November, and stands through the holidays. It all looks so beautiful with the snow and the sparkling salt on the cobblestone sidewalks. Itโs so scenic that horse-drawn carriages park in wait for people who want to pay to ride around.The orange and red autumn leaves have shriveled to dried, brown, crunchy dead things that are frozen and buried deep beneath the snow. In some places where the snow has turned to slush from cars or foot traffic, you ca
โI donโt know.โ I smile lightly. โDid they? Youโre free now. You donโt have to play their games anymore, or walk around with the weight of your fatherโs legacy on your shoulders. You can live your life however you want to now.โHe grins. โI can finally take you to that concert, that band I was telling you about. Thereโs nothing to worry about anymore but normal stuff like school and college. And us.โโThe concertโฆsure.โ I laugh. โBut also Ritzville. The Ferris wheel at Ritzville.โโWhat?โ He smirks and wrinkles his brow.โItโs a thing for me.โ I shrug. โJust promise me weโll go.โโIโll take you anywhere you want to go,โ he says before pulling my lips to his.โI donโt know about where I want to goโฆbut I know I need to go home.โ I look at the time on my phone. โMy parents are going to be worried sickโฆagain.โHe nods and looks at me intently. โI think itโs time to tell them everything, Ophelia.โI have always known that anyone outside of Jameson would never be able to understand the full
I canโt take it anymore. I canโt stand here while she tries to make Emmett feel bad after everything sheโs done. โWell, if youโve been up Liamโs ass this whole time anyway, just waiting for your chance to run the company,โ I chime in, โwhy do you care what Emmett did? You said you were glad Thomas was gone.โShe shrugs cavalierly. โIt doesnโt change the way things work around here. You canโt just take out the crown of the hierarchy around here and expect not to suffer the consequences.โโYou people are all seriously fucked up,โ I blurt out.โI knew what you did, Emmett,โ Bernadette grunts resentfully. โI came and told Liam. He was the one who let Mom know.โโI thought you were smarter than that, Emmett,โ Liam scolds. โYou know what happens to people who mess with the Elites. You know a thing or two about that yourself, donโt you, Ophelia? So now youโll walk away with nothing.โโAnd if I were youโฆIโd get out of town,โ Malcolm adds. โNow the Elites will rise back to where we belong. And
He plops into a chair in the corner as his leg starts bobbing up and down. He presses his palm to his mouth and looks anxiously around the room, fighting hard not to let my words affect him.โI canโt believe I let you,โ I mused. โSomething about the way you commanded meโฆI just couldnโt refuse. I guess you still have that power over me somehow.โโI wasnโt expecting to feel like that when I kissed you,โ he responds with a surprising tenderness.His recollection of it makes sense. The way he seemed confused and tormented as he grabbed at my body with an almost punishing touch. He hated me for the feelings I stirred up inside of him. He was just doing what he was told, scoping me out and luring me to WJ Prep. He never meant to feel anything for me.โI still never expect to feel that way when I kiss you,โ he added in a disappointed mutter.โBut you do,โ I offer optimistically, thinking maybe Iโve found my way into him. โAnd I do too. Thereโs something between us, Emmett. Enough thatโฆsurely
โIโm going as fast as I can,โ I whine back, trying to hurry.He huffs over, slinging back the curtain and reaching in to turn the faucets off.โWhat are you doing!?โ I cry, looking at him in shock. โIโm almost done. Just give me a minute.โโYouโre out of time, princess,โ he sneers, throwing a towel at me, but not until after he takes a good long slow look at my wet and naked body. Iโm quick to cover up from his gaze, figuring if he canโt even have the decency to give me a full five minutes in the shower, he doesnโt get to see me naked.Anger sparks in his eyes as I cover up, robbing him of his eye candy. His hand grips my elbow tightly as he yanks me out, banging my arm harshly against the sink countertop.โShit!โ I shout, looking down to see fresh red blood pooling out into the beads of water still dripping across my skin. Just another reminder of who he really is, making me kick myself for every moment of weakness I had last night.โWe donโt have time for all of this,โ he moans impa
As soon as I have the thought of gratitude, his arms wrap around me tightly, one hand wriggling down to unbuckle my seatbelt before he drags me into his lap.โWhat the fuck are you doing!?โ I shout, kicking and squirming to get away.โWeโre gonna take a little drive,โ he explains in a hauntingly snide tone. โAnd I want you close to me.โAll I can think of is the last time these fuckers took me for a drive, and the time after that when Emmett tried again to lure me away in his car. My hands and arms flail frantically for escape, but he quickly grips onto me in every direction. He holds me down long enough to secure his stretched seat belt over the both of us. With one arm held firmly across my chest, holding my arms down, a black cloth falls over my eyes.โNo!โ I yell hopelessly, not wanting to be blindfolded. But the cloth ties tight across my vision, blocking out the outside world. โEmmett, pleaseโฆdonโt do that!โVincent and Trey cackle. They love it when Iโm struggling.I finally gi
โHe hurts you?โ Malcolm asks, his face slightly twisted.โThey all do.โHe shakes his head, turning briefly to the driverโs side window with his lips pursed before refocusing on the road. โThatโs not like him. I know itโs going to be hard to convince youโฆbut anything heโs doing is just out of fear. He didnโt ask to be born into that fucked up family of his. Heโs just as much of a pawn as the rest of us.โI stare at him as he drives, searching for some sign of an ulterior motive. Doubt. Anything that tells me he doesnโt know what heโs talking about. But heโs filled with resolve. Completely confident that Emmett is somehow different than his flock of abusers.My head flings back against my seat. I canโt handle this right now. The last thing I need is another gnawing voice in my ear trying to convince me that Emmettโs behavior is excusable.Iโve watched him dump trash on Lilyโs head. He manhandled me in front of his asshole Elite friends. Heโs verbally abused me. Humiliated me. Threatene
I feel completely helpless. And as tired as I am of going through this alone, the only time I feel safe is when Iโm alone. And even then, Iโm plagued with paranoia over what will happen next. Especially now with this tracking device in my arm. I feel broken. Like something is wrong with me. I donโt know how I can ever go back to living a normal life after this.Thankfully, Iโm able to avoid my parents as I race to my bathroom. The spot on my shoulder where they sewed in the implant is still bleeding, and I have to bandage it up just to keep the blood off of my clothes.I decide to take a bath to soothe my aching muscles, filling the hot steaming water with every bath product I can find that might bring me some peace and comfort.I lay back into the bath water, my body still tingling and my legs feeling almost numb. The lavender scented steam rising up should comfort me. But nothing seems to be able to do that anymore.I think back on the life I had before coming to WJ Prep and this El