Ronnie's point of view:The next day, I walked out of the house to meet Derek boarding his motorbike. The sun was just beginning to rise, casting a warm glow over the countryside. I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement as I saw him, knowing that we would be spending the day together.As I walked up to him, I noticed that the caretakers had done a great job yesterday. The floors were clean and shiny, and everything looked tidy and organized. I could tell that they had worked hard all day, and I appreciated their efforts. I could see that they had also done some other activities around the house, like trimming the bushes and weeding the garden.Yesterday, I had decided to give the caretakers enough privacy to do their job, so I went out to continue my painting on the countryside. I spent the entire day painting, enjoying the peaceful scenery and the fresh air. By the time I had returned to the house, it was sunset, and I was ready to get some rest.The next morning, I rea
Derek's point of view:My arms were pinned behind my back, and I could feel someone holding my waist, leading me towards something. I realized that I was being led to a waiting black van. I struggled to free myself, but the guy holding me was too strong. In a moment, I was pushed into the van, and the door slammed shut behind me. The inside of the van was dimly lit, and there were six tough-looking guys, all glaring at me. They wore uniforms that were slightly different from the ones Griffin Elites University wore. I had a feeling that I was in trouble, and that feeling only grew stronger when I saw the guy sitting next to me, pointing a flip knife at me. The six boys sneered at me, calling me a dead man. I kept calm as the van drove off into the road. I knew that panicking would only make things worse.I could see through the window that we were driving towards a lonely, abandoned place. It was a junkyard. When we finally stopped, the guy with the flip knife pushed me out o
Derek's point of view:It had been days since I last heard from Jacob, and I couldn't help but feel satisfied with how I had handled him. One threat to my relationship with Ronnie was gone, and I felt confident in our future together. Ronnie didn't ask about Jacob either, and I could tell that she felt safe going to school on her own without the fear of running into him. I doubted she had any lingering feelings for him, but the thought of her potentially getting a new boyfriend still worried me. As beautiful as Ronnie was, with her nice figure and charming personality, it was no surprise that other men would be interested in her. The idea of someone else having her made my stomach churn. The thought of Ronnie getting a boyfriend was inevitable, and it worried me to no end.I knew that she was interested in dating and that there was a high chance she would find someone soon. The idea of her being intimate with someone else made me sick to my stomach. What was the point of my fi
Ronnie's point of view:In Derek's room, I could hear a pin drop. The atmosphere was so quiet that my loud breathing and the squeaking of the bed seemed to be the only sounds in the room. Derek was lying on the bed, staring up at me as I straddled his body. My hands were wrapped tightly around his neck, and I could feel the sweat dripping down my face. Derek grinned up at me, his teeth showing in a mischievous smile. I was threatening him, demanding that he hand over my panties. "Hand over my panties or I'll fucking kill you," I warned him. Derek replied coolly, "I told you, I don't have them." Frustrated, I increased the pressure on his neck and glared at him with hard, set eyes. "You wanna die? I know you're with them. Perhaps you don't like breathing." But Derek found it all amusing. "I'd rather be strangled by my sister than another woman," he quipped. "You're unbelievable," I spat at him, disgusted by his perverted behavior. Derek continued to push my buttons. "You'r
Derek's point of view:I leaned on my motorbike, laughing and chattering with my friends. We were in the parking lot, just hanging out after school. It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining, and we were all in a good mood.I have to admit, I was pretty popular at school. My friends were all cool, and we were always invited to the best parties. People always wanted to be around us, and I loved it.One of my friends, Mike, was organizing a party on his father's yacht. He invited me along, saying there would be lots of girls there. I was interested, but I had second thoughts. It was going to be an all-nighter, and I couldn't imagine leaving Ronnie all by herself at home.Besides, I still had plans on taking Ronnie out for the movies. It was just going to be a harmless date, but I didn't want to disappoint her.Suddenly, I saw Meg. She was standing a little further ahead, beckoning to me. I excused myself from my friends and went over to her.I understood why she didn't come any
Ronnie's point of view:"Get your filthy hands off my girlfriend!" I heard Derek yell from behind me. I couldn't believe it. Derek had called me his girlfriend. My heart fluttered at the thought, but my mind was still reeling from the situation at handGolden boy slowly glanced over his shoulder, my ripped uniform in his hand. He stared at Derek, raising an eyebrow.Derek's furious looks burned holes into me as he watched me in the hands of Golden boy's gang. "Let her go," he said through gritted teeth."Huh?" Golden boy's eyes were bored as he took in Derek. "Girlfriend? Who the fuck are you?"One of Golden boy's squad came forward and whispered in his ear. "That's Derek Diamond. He's Desmond Diamond's only son."Golden boy wrinkled his nose. "Huh, Derek Diamond? Never heard of him."His squad looked surprised. "Well, he's a first year, but he's quite popular."Unimpressed, Golden boy turned to face Derek. "I'm Golden boy, first year," he announced. "Come closer let me see your f
Ronnie's point of view:I remember the day vividly, I was just eight years old and walking home from school when four boys started to follow me. They were bigger and stronger than me, and I knew immediately that they were going to bully me.The biggest boy amongst them, whose name I can't even remember, seized my Barbie doll from me and taunted me. I was so frightened that I backed away like a trapped rabbit in the corner.I whimpered, "Give it back," but they just laughed at me. The biggest boy started ripping off the hair off my Barbie doll.I shed tears watching them destroy my doll, and I tried to reach out for it, but the other three boys hit me.I shouted for help, but we were at the back of the kiddies playing ground, and the teachers weren't in sight. It was just me and my bullies.I was almost giving up when someone came to my rescue. He yelled, charging after the biggest boy with his raised fist.Little Derek hit the biggest boy down between his legs. The boy knocked h
Ronnie's point of view:Stunned and embarrassed, I quickly stopped what I was doing. I stood still in the shower, frozen with fear at the thought of being discovered. My heart started racing, and I shouted, "What are you doing, you creep?!" I couldn't believe Derek was intruding on my privacy, again.Suddenly, Derek shot out his hand with a towel. "Hey, chillax," he said. "You forgot your towel," and he dropped it on the sink near the door and shut it. I let out a sigh of relief. I had forgotten my towel, and Derek must have seen me going to the bathroom without one and was thoughtful enough to bring me a towel.But then I cursed myself. I had been so distracted that I had forgotten something as basic as a towel. And then I felt dirty. I had been masturbating to Derek, and now I felt ashamed of myself.I pulled at my hair, cursing myself for getting carried away. Why did I do that? Was I that obsessed with him? What if he had caught me? What would he think of me?But at the sam
Derek's point of view:Ronnie and I had been waiting for our parents to arrive in Paris so we could have a family meeting and discuss our relationship. We were prepared to fight for our love, no matter what our parents said.When they finally arrived, we were both surprised by their demeanor. Instead of being confrontational, they smiled at us and asked for our forgiveness for not understanding us.Ronnie's mom spoke first, "I want to apologize for how I've treated your relationship, Ronnie. It was wrong of me to try and force my views on you. You're an adult now and I trust you to make your own decisions."Ronnie was taken aback by her mother's words, "Thank you, Mom. That means a lot to me."My dad also spoke up, "I know I haven't been the easiest father to deal with, Derek. But I want you to know that I respect you and your choices. I may not agree with them all the time, but I'll always support you."I was surprised by his words, "Thank you, Dad. That means more to me than you k
Derek's point of view:I booked a plane for Paris as soon as I left my father's office, and I packed my bags and boarded the plane without looking back. My phone kept ringing, but I didn't answer. I needed some time to clear my head and figure out what I was going to do next.It had been a month weeks since Ronnie left, and I hadn't been the same. I was restless and distracted at work, and I knew I couldn't continue like this. That's why I had to resign from my father's company. It was a difficult decision, but I knew I had to do it if I wanted to be happy.As the plane took off, I felt a mix of excitement and anxiety. I couldn't wait to be reunited with Ronnie, but I also knew that there were challenges ahead. We had a lot to talk about, and we needed to figure out what we were going to do next.But one thing was for sure: I couldn't imagine my life without Ronnie. She was my everything, and I was willing to do whatever it takes to make this work.Even if it meant defying my f
Later that evening, Ronnie and I got together in my apartment we rented together. Ronnie was leaning her head on my shoulder, her arms wrapped around my neck. We were sitting on the couch, watching a movie, and enjoying each other's company. Suddenly, I had an idea. It was a bit impulsive, but I felt like it could work."Ronnie, let's make a baby," I said.She lifted her head from my shoulder and looked at me with surprise. "What?" she asked."If you got pregnant, then our parents would have no choice but to approve of us getting married," I explained.Ronnie's eyes widened as she considered my proposal. "That's a brilliant idea," she said, her smile slowly faded away. "but...""But?" I raised my eyebrows. Ronnie shook her head, "I want to get married first before having a baby, Derek."I knew that was coming. "Our parents would never approve of our wedding unless they're backed against the corner," I countered. "You having a baby clinches it.""I can't," Ronnie said, her tone p
Ronnie's point of view:I walked into my mother's room, the door creaking slightly as it closed behind me. She was sitting on her bed, looking up at me with a worried expression. I knew that this wasn't going to be an easy conversation. We'd been arguing a lot lately, and I knew that things were coming to a head."What do you want, Ronnie?" My mother asked, her voice soft and almost pleading."I need to know why you and dad won't approve of me and Derek getting married," I said, trying to keep my voice calm and steady.My mother sighed heavily, as if the weight of the world was on her shoulders. "Ronnie, you know why. We can't approve of you marrying your stepbrother. It's just not right.""But why? We're not blood-related. We're not even technically step-siblings anymore. You and dad approved of our relationship, and Derek's dad even supported us through all that media scandal. We're just two people who love each other," I argued, feeling the frustration building inside me."It's
Derek's first person:Ronnie and I were more than just step-siblings. We fell in love during our childhood days, and our relationship grew stronger as time went on to adulthood. Despite attending different universities, we made sure to stay in touch. We would call and text each other frequently, sharing our thoughts and feelings. We even made a pact to visit each other as often as we could.When we couldn't be together, we found other ways to stay connected. We would send each other love notes and care packages, reminding each other of our love. It was always comforting to know that we had each other, even when we were apart.As our relationship progressed, we graduated from university. Ronnie pursued her passion for painting, and I took over my father's billion-dollar business. It was a challenging time and we rarely see ourselves, but we supported each other through it all. We knew that no matter what, we would always have each other's backs.Despite our busy schedules, we
Ronnie's point of view:The rest of the semester was a bit of a rollercoaster for me. On one hand, I was heartbroken over what had happened with Derek and devastated by the fact that Mike was fooling around with girls at his school.But on the other hand, I was determined to focus on my studies and try to move forward with my life.I threw myself into my classes and spent long hours at the library, pouring over textbooks and taking copious notes. I tried to stay busy, filling my free time with studying, exercise, and spending time with my friends.But despite my best efforts, I couldn't shake the feelings of sadness and heartache that seemed to linger around me. I missed Derek and wished that things could have been different between us. And I couldn't help but think about Mike and wonder what might have been if things had turned out differently.As the end of the semester approached, I found myself growing more and more anxious about my future. I wasn't sure where I was headed or
Ronnie's point of view:After hanging up with Derek, I sat in my room for what felt like hours, just staring blankly at the wall. I couldn't believe what I had just heard - that he had been seeing other girls behind my back.My mind was spinning with thoughts and emotions. How could he do this to me? Did he really love me at all? I felt hurt, angry, and betrayed all at once. I loved Derek so much, and the thought of him being with someone else made me sick.But at the same time, I couldn't shake the feeling that maybe I was partly to blame.Maybe if I had been there for him more, if I had made more of an effort to visit him, he wouldn't have felt the need to see other girls. Maybe it was my fault for not being enough for him.Ever since we began schooling separately, none of us had the time to visit one another. I couldn't even pay him a visit partly because I was afraid someone might recognise me in his school. Derek was an honest guy. I respect him for not hiding anything fro
Derek's point of view:When I enrolled in my university, I was eager to start dating. Ronnie went to another university, but we tried to make it work. However, being away from her made me feel lonely, and I found myself falling back into my old habit of flirting with girls.It started innocently enough, just harmless flirting and talking to girls in my classes. But then it escalated, and before I knew it, I was hooking up with girls from my school. I couldn't help myself. The attention and excitement were addicting.I knew what I was doing was wrong, and I felt guilty about it. Ronnie was a great girlfriend, and I knew I was being unfair to her. But at the same time, I couldn't stop myself. The thrill of being with new girls was too tempting.I tried to justify my actions by telling myself that Ronnie and I were so far apart, and our relationship was already strained. But deep down, I knew that wasn't a valid excuse. I was betraying her trust, and it made me feel terrible.I wi
Ronnie's point of view: I was sitting in my room, surrounded by piles of books, trying to concentrate on studying. It was a particularly difficult chapter in my history textbook, and I was struggling to make sense of the complex timelines and events. The sound of raindrops tapping against my window was the only thing that broke the silence in my room.Suddenly, a thunderclap outside made me jump in my seat, causing my pen to fly out of my hand. I froze, realizing that it was raining heavily outside. I could hear the loud sound of the raindrops pelting against my window.Fear crept into my mind, and I could feel my heart racing.I pulled the blanket closer to me, trying to calm myself down, but the sound of thunderclaps kept coming one after another. It was terrifying, and I felt like I was in the middle of a warzone. As I was trying to calm myself down, another thunderclap shook the room, and I yelped, unable to control my fear.Suddenly, my thoughts drifted to Derek. Whenever