Larissa's viewpoint"You!!!" I looked up at the girl, one of Begonia's minions. What's her name? Emma or Emily. I think. "You ruined everything! It's your fault!" She screamed hysterically, making her voluminous ponytail swish. "If you had just left Begonia's boyfriend alone, she wouldn't have been sad or depressed! She wouldn't have yelled at me!" Okay, what's going on here? I looked around, just trying to get a reality check. So it's not a dream."I hate you! I hate you!" Tears furiously poured down her face. She looked like someone whose fiancé was taken away from her a day before their wedding or on their wedding day. "I hate you so much! Bell threw me away because of you!"I slowly stood up, just as another of the minions rushed inside. "Ella, stop this nonsense right now! You're disgracing Begonia!" She hollered angrily. "Begonia warned us not to act on our own but you did, and failed on top of it!" Yeah, is this some kind of twisted soap opera or upside-down Chinese drama? I co
Larissa's viewpoint"It's official, I'm gay!" I exclaimed, throwing my hands up. Zayne looked at me as if I'd lost a couple of more screws and then shook his head, a frivolous smile on his face. Oh, my gorgeous boyfriend. What a hottie!"The wheel in your head is spinning randomly again,""I'm high on your love, baby!" I sang. He smiled wider and I just knew the next thing he would say would be flirty so I quickly covered his mouth. "Shut up," he laughed into my palms, his eyes curving into a half-moon with his smile. So cute. I retracted my hands and sat back in my seat.Zayne was driving my car. He told me he didn't come with his car because his brother threatened to annihilate him if he went twenty feet close to it. According to Zayne, Zachary is just like their father and obsessed with gadgets, ripping things apart and reconstructing them into a better version. Rominic and Zachary had a ritual of ripping their cars apart and reconstructing them or giving them upgrades anytime they
Larissa's viewpointHmm. I think I dug a grave for myself. Not only did I dig my own grave, I built a tombstone, went into the ground, and neatly laid my hands on my chest. All that remains is for Zayne to pour in the sand.I know I said that nonchalantly but as Zayne hastily pulled me to my car, nervousness and embarrassment pushed through my unflappability and a bit of fear dwelled in. The determination on Zayne's face is the same he puts up when he sees something considered impossible or difficult to achieve and plans to go unrest until he does otherwise. In other words, backing out isn't an option.Wait, didn't he say I can ask him anything I want?"Um, Zayne, wait a minute," he turned his head and looked at me and the moment his eyes fell on me, a bastard breeze blew against his face, sweeping his hair aside and establishing an allure that could not be resisted. That charm coupled with the unyielding lust in his eyes made me keep my mouth shut."Yes?" He asked after a minute of i
Larissa's viewpoint"You didn't take the pills," it was more like a matter-of-fact than a question."Um, oops?" I asked with a nervous laugh.He growled. "Larissa,""I forgot," I whined."Dammit," he grumbled before surprising me by taking out a packet of condoms from the back pocket of his pants."You bought a condom?""You wouldn't take the damn pills," he grumbled, rolling the sky-blue rubber around his cock. The tip of his dick glistened with precum and he was so impatient his trembling hands made a mess of the procedure. "Goddammit! Fuck this!" He threw the thing away, cursing under his breath. "This can't be happening to me right now," he lamented."For the love of God," I rolled my eyes and grabbed his dick, tugging him forward. "Don't cum inside me,""I don't know how good my pullout game is," he complained, prying my hand off his dick and pulling back. "But it's not like I can stop and I'm not using that." He lifted me off the seat and placed me on his lap again."We're doing
Larissa's viewpointAh. I'm dead. My God will punish Zayne.I limped into the house after he dropped me off and took my car to get it washed. He first took me to his penthouse to change clothes but he couldn't get me new legs and waist. My pussy is ruined. The bastard took me again in the shower after making me pass out twice in the car.I am finished.I froze when I saw Tristan sitting on the couch, the TV remote in his hand. A girl sat beside him and they both looked at me puzzledly. "Sis, are you alright? I didn't hear your car drive in," oh God, not him.I smiled nervously. "Zayne dropped me off and took my car for a wash,""You're coming back at this time? And why are you limping?" He furrowed his brows suspiciously. I quickly cooked up a lie, forgetting that with Tristan, I could never succeed."I slipped when I was trying to murder someone who threw a ball at me,""The smell of your lie is disgusting. Talk or I rat you out to Dad," I grumbled but a giggle made me stop. It was t
Larissa's viewpoint"Starliss, that's enough!" Odette thundered, but it was too late, she already said it. Those words again. Telling me that I don't deserve Zayne, indirectly telling me that he could have done better. I knew that. I wasn't the prettiest girl in the world. My beauty couldn't turn heads like her or Odette. I know there's nothing special about me but so what? I deserve the best too.Despite my thoughts, tears rolled down my cheeks. I wasn't even sure if she was trying to help or what she was aiming for. "Larissa, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that,""Oh yes you did," Odette snapped. "And that bullshit is right about enough. I know you're trying to help but you don't have to be so pushy about it. You're not the only one whose first love didn't work out so fucking deal with it! Stop venting it out on Larissa as if it's her fault my dick of a cousin chose– just stop, it Starliss!"I silently dried my tears with my palms, grabbed my phone, and got off the bed. At that mo
Larissa's viewpointI stared at Zayne intensely, pouting my lips and twinkling my eyelashes. He didn't bother to cast me even the slightest glance. So he's really angry about his family knowing about our sex life. I tried to make him understand that it wasn't my fault but as long as his father knew about it, what I did was unforgivable. Tch, he was just being dramatic and needed something from me but I wasn't going to play into his hands."I can't believe you're still angry. I can't walk properly because of you," I pointed out. He slammed his textbook shut, stood up, and walked away. I knew what he wanted me to do but too bad, I wasn't going to. Zayne wanted me to say I'll do anything for his forgiveness and then he'd demand that I miss Neo's game. Thanks to him, unintentionally, I already missed the first two games and now he wanted me to miss another one. Never.Neo is my best friend and missing out on important things is a no."Alright, see you later, my love!" I shouted after him.
Larissa's viewpointYou see, I love my boyfriend a lot. He's caring, sweet in his own way, brutally kind, and has a lot of good qualities. He's not perfect, no, he's far from perfect and two of his most annoying flaws are his jealousy and his temper. Now make that anger because of jealousy, that's like facing a tsunami. Heaven knows I won't survive that, but you see this guy, I'll survive him.I huffed as I ran after him. I was at least grateful he didn't try to kill Jiro. Death is exclusive to Neo. I don't know if I should appreciate that or fear it. Zayne took one look at me, scowled, and left. It was as clear as day that he was vexed and already conjuring up the worst possible scenarios about a secret love affair between Jiro and me. It was utterly ridiculous. He knew how I felt about him but whenever he loses himself to temper, the almighty Zayne never thinks. It's the worst possible combination for someone like him.Jiro is gorgeous, but he's not my type."Zayne can you please sl
Today marks a year and seven months since Larissa went into a coma. The project to fasten her healing remains a failure. There has been no positive result since. So far, the doctors still deem her survival impossible and the medicine to help the impossible become possible is nothing but a failure. The agreed number of experiments I can carry out is getting close. I promised my parents that after the number is three hundred, I will not carry out any more experiments. Even if they are condemned criminals, even if they throw away gangsters from the assassin association and mafia, they are still humans. Or so Mom said. Almost two years isn't enough to heal the wound in my heart, or anyone who truly loved her. I miss her. I miss everything about her. The world has no colors without her. I caught him, the bastard who made this happen. It's a shame he died from the third experiment. I would have loved to put him to more use. Larissa's parents welcomed a new baby last
Zayne's viewpointI tapped my foot on the floor, my hands clasped and pressed to my lips. I silently prayed with my eyes closed for a good result since we didn't have the time or anyone to test it out. It wasn't something dangerous, that we were sure of but anything could happen. It'd been almost nine hours since the operation began. There had been no news from Dad or the doctors. We weren't allowed in there.Savia huffed for the umpteenth time. She had been pacing for four hours without a break. Neither of us could sleep. Serenity slept off thrice and woke up with a scream. She had nightmares. Zyaire slept off along the way, but unlike Serenity, he did not wake or shake, he cried in his sleep. None of us could be bothered to soothe each other's pain."Argh!!!" Savia screamed, ruffling her hair and shaking her head wildly. "This is driving me crazy!""Relax, Savvy," Aunt Rylee said softly. She accompanied us to the hospital along with her husband, Uncle Phineas. We kept Mom's conditio
Larissa's viewpointI looked around the house, walking in slowly while Neo went in to get something. It was strange. He told me it was an apartment and his Grandpa was sending him away but for someone who was leaving, they put a great effort into the interior design of the house. Note that I said house, not apartment. It was undoubtedly a beautiful home. The taupe gray, silver, and cream theme with a bit of brown was lovely, along with the furniture and the styling."I'm back," he announced, drawing my attention to him. He walked to the cream camel back sofa with a bottle of Beaufort a Ambonnay Grand Cru Doux Rose, two white wine glasses, a big plate of Swedish meatballs, and dark chocolate almond barks. He dropped the tray on the table and sat down."Shouldn't you be using champagne glasses for those?" I joined him."I broke them," I picked the bottle first. It was one of my favorite wines. "So how are you doing? Since you got out,""Not good. My grandparents are shipping me off to I
Larissa's viewpointI stood at the airport, listening to my Dad nag about how he'd like to return home and meet his house the same way he left it. It was the day after the wedding. My Dad and Mikayla were officially married. Zayne got me the VIP pass to the hotel I asked him to. I still couldn't shake off the grin on my face from the way my parents reacted. Though it was a gift Zayne spent effort on, it was still from me. Dad made sure to rub that on my face but Mikayla was sincerely grateful. I wish I could exclude him from the honeymoon."And you cannot throw or attend any party in our absence. Odette and Tristan, if I find out you broke anything in another argument again, I'll destroy your souls, use your flesh to make leather, and wear them as boots—""Dad, that's not—""Boots!" He snarled, daring us to correct him again. "Larissa, I promise you, I will hunt you to the end of the earth even in death if you dare redecorate my house," he growled, glaring daggers at me. I gasped. How
Larissa's viewpoint"Are you hurt?" The expected question. He needed to stop worrying about me. It was sweet of him but also unnecessary. I wasn't like before. If it hurt, I'd let him know."I'm fine, don't worry,""I’m still going to… fuck me," he groaned when my walls clenched hard around him. He fell over, using his hands to hold up his weight from compressing me. "Damn. I'm going to go a little stronger than before. Please don't hesitate to–""Tell you if it hurts or if I can't handle it, yes, I know. Can you move now?""Remember to—""For goodness's sake, I will," I laughed, a bit impatient and lust showing in my tone. "I promise I won't foolishly take more than I can handle so please continue or I'll flip us over and fuck you myself. You know, that was the plan when I wore this underwear. The plan was to tie you up and have my way with you," Zayne chuckled and put strength in his arms, holding back his desire (as always) to destroy my insides recklessly, and the result of that w
Larissa's viewpoint"I've arrived!" I shouted, kicking Zayne's bedroom door open. He spun the giant white ball chair around, revealing the red interior. He looked at me flatly and I grinned in response. "Zaddy, I'm home!" I shrieked again. Of course, we were at his private house. We agreed to meet there, but he didn't have the large chair the last time I came."That door is worth someone's yearly salary, be careful with it," I nodded, swinging the bags in my hands happily. "You're wearing a coat," he stated."For dramatic reveal," I replied, dropping the bags on the glass table. "And no, I'm not bothered by what my mother said to me. If anything, I feel sorry for myself," he stretched his hands out, gesturing for me to come closer. I planned to go over to him anyway. "I feel pity and disappointment for myself. I allowed the fear of what I might be like if I became anything like her to torment me for years. I feared becoming like her the most but seeing her right now, I'm forced to won
Larissa's viewpointI exhaled through my nostrils, rubbing my throbbing forehead. My body felt heavy and in desperate need of a massage or to shut down for three straight days. It's been two weeks since Zayne left school. We barely saw each other. I couldn't be selfish and bother him with my fantasies and loneliness, so I focused on work and my parents' wedding. A lot of things were going on. I'll start from the beginning.I felt bad about what I said to Neo and wanted to make amends but I never got the chance to. Proof of illegal dealings was found in his father's office. I was greatly appalled when the truth behind their success was exposed. Neo's father owned a secret organization for prostitution and slavery. People were illegally smuggled into the country by will or by force and worked as sex workers. There was also a section for children for sick bastards who couldn't enjoy normal sexual relationships with adults. There were a lot of other illegal sexual activity, including rape
Larissa's viewpointI nervously walked into the house and the moment I did, I felt the dark and gloomy energy inside the house. The energy made a chill run down my spine, making me hug my body tightly. I looked around the house and just then, Zyaire walked into the living room, scratching the scruff of his neck as he yawned. The first thing I noticed was that his hair was a mess and his eyes were red and swollen. Zyaire had been crying."Zyaire," he halted, then slowly raised his eyes to look at me. His eyes looked lifeless. "Hi," I greeted. He looked at me coldly, then quietly continued walking."Zayne won't be able to see you now, he's busy. You can wait in his room or wait here if you wish,""What is he doing?" I asked, walking over to join him on the couch. "He sounded very miserable on the phone– your Mom, how is she?""She's alive for now,"I smacked his shoulder scoldingly. "Don't say it like that. You'll make me nervous,"He chuckled. At least I managed to pull that from him.
Starliss' viewpointIf I already didn't have a goal for my future, I would have considered becoming an actress. Masking my emotions, and pretending to be someone that I am not is a huge part of me and I'm greatly skilled at it. I'm not blowing my own horns here, I am proudly stating facts.I watched as Larissa's eyes darkened involuntarily. She was incredibly softhearted when it came to Neo but she was merciless if anyone touched Odette. Anyone being able to hurt Odette and Tristan was the height of her rage. She might not always react with anger, but she always makes the right decision when they are hurt in any way. The moment I saw the dark expression on her face, I couldn't fight back the smile I knew she wouldn't notice.Larissa turned around and walked out. I followed her quietly but stopped at the door, making sure to hide myself but look between the cracks. She knocked on the window of Neo's sports car and tapped her foot impatiently. It was something she did unconsciously when