LANA'S POV19 YEARS AGO..."Amalah, come down already!" My mother's voice called from the living room. I was still in front of the mirror, fixing my hair. "Coming, mom!" I answered, trying as much as I could to be quick enough. My mother made my hair, but I wanted it to be perfect. I was 5 years old. I loved to see flower decorations in my hair whenever we went out. It reminded me of my grandmother before she passed on. She used to tie her hair up with flower ribbons when she was little. My mother had an album of her pictures when she was my age.Her face was not vividly clear in my mind, but I missed her so much. She was the only person closest to my heart like my mother was. She made me laugh all day. She knew my favourite dish and always made sure that I was fed and full. My father was driving that day when we were going to town. They usually took me with them when they wanted me to get dresses for myself and toys. As usual, I was sitting in the backseat, holding my teddy bear cl
LANA'S POV After hanging up the call, I sat on the edge of the bed and took a deep breath. I wanted to control my breathing because my heart was beating fast. Amalah James was in my past and I didn’t want to go back there. It took me years to forget about her and start my life afresh. It required me to attend countless therapist sessions at my school to be where I am today. Even after the day I bumped into Pepper, I was not able to remember all the details because I had my mind wired to forget everything that happened before I turned 14. Nothing was ever the same for me since I moved to Highwaters. So, the thought of my past creeping up on me scared me. Just when I thought I had everything in control, this proved to be a setback. I just wanted to forget about Amalah James… ***The next day, I had rethought things and knew just what I needed to do. "Can I talk with you guys?" I said to them when I found them in the kitchen together. They were making breakfast, laughing, and singing
LANA'S POV"Should I carry you inside, or you're now sober enough to walk by yourself?" Dax said when we arrived outside the driveway of the Salvatore mansion.I just looked up at him, feeling my head getting lighter. It was weird. I wanted to fall asleep. I realized that I might have been sleeping all the way to the house, and he just woke me up when he stopped driving."Are we home yet?" I asked stupidly. He rolled his eyes and sighed. "Well, I guess I have to carry you inside, then." And just as he was pulling me out of the house, I realized what he was doing. I hated it when he treated me like a baby. As if I could not think for myself. I also didn't want to be touched by him anymore after he ruined such a fun day for me. He had no right to come out of nowhere and think that he can dictate my life. "Put me down, Dax!" I yelled but could not kick. I was too drunk and could not even lift a finger to save my life.He did not answer me. And before I knew it, we were inside the livin
LANA'S POVThat night, I couldn't sleep. No matter how much I tried to close my eyes and clear my mind of anything that could trigger my insomnia, nothing worked. My mind was racing. My heart was beating fast against my chest. I felt like I was going to get a panic attack. My hands were trembling. A lot happened during the day that triggered so many unwanted memories. I could not escape from my own mind.I was confused. Lost, and did not know how to make of what I was told about my real father. It shook me to my very core, and my mouth kept falling to the floor. It was hard to believe that there was a man out there who was a father I never knew about. I just had so many unanswered questions about how he even knew where to look for me, and how that orphanage was able to get my cell phone number. As much as I believed that my father had died, I still wanted to see this man. I wanted to prove a point to him and to myself that he had no right to come and make false claims when he was not
XAVIER'S POV"Would you like to order another drink, Sir?" "Yes. And bring the best bottle you've got in the house." The waiter nodded and left. I took my whiskey glass and sipped what was inside and leaned back on my chair. I was out with a couple of friends to a nightclub. I needed to clear my mind. "That girl has been keeping her eyes on you the entire night, Xavier. Have you taken notice of her?" Justin asked. I tilted my head and saw a girl by the bar, staring back at me. She looked nothing like the kind of girl I would spend a night with. She was just the same as the rest of them. "She's okay." I said as I sat upright again and focused on the bottle as it was brought to our table. "You've been quiet all night. Are you sure all is well, Xav?" Billy looked at me with his brows raised.Well, I did not really intend on making it obvious that I was not okay after losing the only chance I had to be with the girl after my own heart. Lana was the only one I wanted, and now that I h
LANA'S POVLike a mad woman, I strolled up the stairs to Mrs. McCain's office. I was fuming with anger, confused, and wanting to lush out on anyone who dared to stand on my way when I wanted to enquire about how my drawing got into Mrs. McCain's hands. I was practicing the words that I was going to say to her. It didn't make sense that it could have gotten to her when I stayed with Dax and Xavier, who had no idea who she was. It only made sense to me that she had a spy whom she wanted to steal my drawing and sell it. And though Dax was the only one to know about it, it could not have been him. He would have asked about the drawing and wouldn't have obviously wanted me to sell his naked drawing for the world to see. That at least made sense to me.He was a very prideful man and wouldn't have succumbed to that level to bring himself humiliation of having the whole world to see the size of his dick, or how big and thick it was when he was erected. I also didn't want him to question me
LANA'S POV"Yesss..." I moaned. Xavier and Dax both groaned as they obliged to my consent. I was ready for them to bury themselves inside me and make me moan their names. I was ready to allow them to claim me as their own and make me feel like I've never felt before. I was ready for it and everything that they had in mind about me. I was theirs and they were mine.That was until the sound of the door creaking open almost made our hearts jump out of our chests. "Yes, yes. I'm home. Yes. I will talk with both of my sons. Thank you. See you there." Mr. Salvatore said on the phone as he walked inside the door. Dax and Xavier quickly positioned themselves beside me, clearing their throats as their father turned and looked at us. Fortunately, enough, he did not see anything that was going on before he came inside the door. "Ah-yes. Good evening, guys." He said with a bright smile. "Good evening, Mr. Salvatore." I replied with a smile. "Evening, Father." Dax and Xavier said together.My
LANA'S POV"A table for three." The house waiter directed us. There were three chairs around the table, and three menus on top of the table. I tilted my head and saw Xavier approaching behind us. He had a mischievous grin across his face. He liked what was going on. Even if it was in public. It didn't bother them that they had to be seen in public with me while Xavier didn't have his date. "I hope this is a perfect setting." He said once he reached us. Dax smiled. "Of course. We wouldn't want Lana to dine with strangers when we are here, too." Dax replied with a smile as he helped me take my seat. I was stunned by everything that was happening, but I could not even reply. I wondered what people would think when they saw me eating with the two brothers when I was married to one. I was scared that people were going to talk, even though they knew that I was only married to Dax. I didn’t want any scandalous to be gossiped about us the following day. People talked and liked everything a