Julius's car is a brand-new luxury vehicle gifted to him by their parents for his nineteenth birthday. The interior is lined with smooth leather and rich scents, enveloping Jenny the moment the door clicks shut. Despite the laughter and chatter spilling from the school courtyard, where Julius and Richard might be engaged in a heated argument, she hears none of it through the thick walls of metal and glass.
Through the windshield, Jenny watches as Julius strides confidently toward the driver's side, the tails of his blazer flowing behind him. His jaw is set in a determined line, exuding an air of certainty. It's not surprising; he knows that everyone at this school fears their family's influence and would think twice before crossing him. She recalls a time when Julius spat on the headmaster's polished leather shoes, and the headmaster had apologized to him, letting him leave school early.
As he passes in front of the car, Julius runs a single finger along the hood. For a moment, Jenny thinks he might slide across it, but he stops short, likely to avoid scratching the pristine surface. When he finally opens the door, the aroma of leather polish and curated silence floods out onto the school lawn, and he settles into the driver's seat. His cologne wafts through the air—a subtle yet expensive scent that a girl had gifted him when he was fourteen. He has insisted on the same vintage bottle ever since, having the staff reorder it whenever he runs low.
Jenny stares straight ahead as he presses the button to start the engine. His thigh strains against the fabric of his school pants as he pushes down on the brake. The engine purrs to life, and the dashboard lights blink once before settling into a soft red glow. With flawless precision, Julius maneuvers the car out from between the vehicles of their protective team, despite the fact that they should be driving between them.
Out of the corner of her eye, Jenny catches a glimpse of Richard sliding into the passenger seat of one of the other sleek black cars. The headlights flash on as they pull out behind them, a signal of exasperation.
"He's too friendly with you," Julius states coldly, his voice cutting through the silence and startling her. She quickly shifts her gaze from the rearview mirror to her tightly clenched hands resting in her lap. She can feel his eyes lingering on her, and she squeezes her hands tighter, willing them to still the tremor she can't quite control.
When she blinks, the horrifying image of Kevin's body collapsing, with Julius's bloody palm dripping onto the marble floor, floods her mind, accompanied by the sickly scent of spearmint breath against her cheek.
If Julius is unsettled by her silence, he shows no signs of it. He drums his fingers on the steering wheel and tilts his head to smile at her, his mousy brown hair spilling over his forehead. Normally, he uses gel to keep it styled and out of his eyes, but the earlier altercation with Kevin must have dislodged it.
"I fear Richard has ill intentions toward you, sister," Julius asserts, letting his gaze linger on her a moment too long. Jenny forces herself to focus on the road ahead, hoping to alert him quickly enough to avoid a dangerous crash. "I can see how he's been looking at you—ungentlemanly."
Jenny struggles to maintain a calm expression. She and Julius both know who truly harbors ill intentions—toward her and everyone she loves—but Julius expects her to play along with his twisted game.
"Richard has protected this family for more than ten years," she asserts, glancing at him from the corner of her eye. Instead of erupting in anger as she might have anticipated, Julius merely smiles.
"Oh, Jenny, you're so naïve," he replies, amusement dancing in his eyes. "It never crossed your mind that the people closest to you could be the ones to hurt you the most, did it?"
"Richard is my best friend," she counters, pulling her gaze from the road to meet his, finally recognizing a glint of violence in his eyes. Julius presses down on the gas, and the car accelerates, weaving recklessly between the other vehicles on the highway.
Fear churns in her chest, and she wishes she could close her eyes, grip the dashboard, or curl into herself to feel safe. Yet she refuses to give Julius the satisfaction of seeing her panic. Instead, she braces her hands against the dash to steady herself and injects steel into her voice.
"You don't have the right to treat him like he's nothing, Julius," she states, trying to mirror his boldness and stubbornness. "Richard is like family to us!"
"I'll have him fired," Julius laughs as they swerve around a bus, nearly grazing one of its mirrors. Any other teenager driving so recklessly would be pulled over by the police, but those in this area know better than to interfere with the Drehers.
"What is your problem, Julius?" Jenny demands, her voice trembling with frustration. "You know Richard! He's the most loyal person I've ever known. He would never do anything to put me in a dangerous situation, and you know it!"
"You're so blind, little girl," he retorts, sounding pleased that she is engaging in his twisted game. "Richard wants to sleep with you, and Kevin wanted to sleep with you, too. It's almost so obvious I'm starting to think you like it. Are you encouraging them, little sister? Do you enjoy it when men desire you?"
Jenny avoids his gaze, feeling a surge of anxiety as his knuckles turn white on the steering wheel, the leather creaking under the pressure. They glide up the winding path to their family estate, tall trees enveloping them and isolating them from the outside world. Her stomach churns violently, the venom and rancor in his voice contaminating the air around them.
"Richard isn't like that!" she nearly screams, twisting in her seat to confront him. Her shirt shifts over her thighs, forcing her to tug it down. "Has it ever crossed your mind, Julius, that you're the only one thinking such disgusting things about—"
Before she can finish, the back of Julius's hand connects with her cheekbone, sending a jolt of pain shooting through her face from her ear to her eye. Instinctively, she recoils, a sob escaping her as she slides away to the other side of the seat. The cool glass of the window presses against her back, chilling her through her blazer and collared shirt. The seatbelt constricts around her neck, and she fumbles with the buckle, desperate to escape the escalating tension.
.Jenny stares in horror as Julius shakes his hand once, examining it as if he hadn't been the one to inflict the blow. The large ruby family ring on his third finger sits askew, and he adjusts it as they pull into the driveway. Her fingers glide over the burning welt on her cheek, the imprint of the ring still fresh and painful.Julius doesn't look at her as they approach the front gate of the house, his jaw clenching tightly. Despite all the times he had yelled at her or hurt others, it had never crossed her mind that she might someday be on the receiving end of his violence. She cups her palm over her cheek, already feeling the swelling begin. The welt and the quickly forming bruise will undoubtedly be visible to anyone who sees her upon entering, and if they notice the ring's mark, discerning the identity of her attacker will be all too easy.The looming gate ahead—an imposing forty-foot structure of wrought iron featuring the family crest in the center—feels like a prison door to
Jenny's hand instinctively rose to her bruised cheek. "Is that a bruise?" her mother gasped, immediately rushing to Jenny's side. "What happened?" she asked, gently taking Jenny's face in her hands. Before Jenny could fabricate an explanation, Julius interjected. "Clumsy Jenny tripped and fell onto the lockers today," he said in a light, teasing voice, his expression enough to intimidate. "Why didn't Richard take care of this?" her mother pressed.Jenny's face burned with humiliation, but she remained silent as her father clapped his hands to summon a waiter. "Bring Richard here," he commanded. Within moments, Richard appeared. "Explain," her father demanded coldly, "why my daughter has a bruise on her cheek and you did nothing about it."Richard maintained his composure. "I wasn't aware she had a bruise, sir." It was easy to see where Julius inherited his piercing stare from."You didn't notice the bruise on my daughter's cheek?" her father pressed further.Richard lowered his head i
Jenny's heart, which had been pounding in anticipation of Julius's punishment, suddenly felt heavy with confusion. Did her father think their altercation was mere childhood play? Her fingers brushed her cheek, where Julius's ring had left a mark, reminding her of the truth."You're right, Father," Julius said smoothly. "It was inappropriate. I won't let Jenny provoke me into it again.""What?" Jenny blurted, her eyes darting between them, her hand still on her cheek. "That's not what happened—Julius attacked someone today at school, right in the hallway! You want to talk about representing the family well? How does it look that he," she gestured toward Julius, whose expression had become carefully blank, "is going around beating people up? Not to mention shouting at Richard in front of everyone!"Jenny paused to gather her thoughts, ready to explain that her bruise was no result of playful sparring but a deliberate attack when Julius cut her off."The person she's talking about was a
A sharp, searing pain jolted Jenny awake, and she sat up with a gasp. Slowly, she realized she was lying on her bedroom floor, the darkness punctuated by shadows cast from the window. Moonlight reflected in the mirror above her, softly illuminating the carpet and bathing her in a gentle glow.The pain was familiar—swelling in her cheek—and she understood she must have rolled over in her sleep, pressing her injured cheek against the ground. With a low moan, Jenny grasped the bedpost and struggled to her feet. Her face felt sticky with tears, her mouth parched, and her hair tangled messily around her shoulders. She stumbled to the bathroom where she kept her hidden stash of pain medication and took a couple of pills.Though they were not supposed to take any medicine without approval from the house doctor, Jenny had grown tired of calling him each time she had cramps or a headache. She had borrowed a bottle of medicine from a friend at school and never returned it. Standing in the dark
Richard smiled, and Jenny lowered her gaze, pleased by his reaction. He fetched another ice pack from the kit, activated it, and leaned in to gently press it against her neck. She caught the familiar scents of his shampoo, the detergent on his clothes, and the outdoors clinging to him from his long patrol."It's frustrating," Richard admitted after a moment of silence, lightly brushing the backs of his fingers over the bruises on her neck. "I can't protect you from him. Eduardo defends his son blindly, ignoring the truth right in front of him."Richard paused, his eyes tracing from the top of her head to the collarbone, where the bruises from Julius began to fade. Jenny felt a momentary relief that he had only harmed a small part of her, knowing it could have been much worse."I can't fathom how a father could see these injuries and not suspect the person responsible. Not seek the truth, no matter the cost.""Well," Jenny murmured softly, "Julius is more Eduardo's son than I'll ever b
As soon as Jenny settled into her chair at the dining table, she sensed her father was in a celebratory mood. The kitchen staff brought out an array of his favorite dishes: broiled lobster, caviar, filet mignon, and fresh heart of palm drizzled with white truffle oil. Jenny avoided the lobster's beady eyes and quickly glanced around the table before focusing back on her plate. The sheer volume of food could easily feed ten families, and she hoped the staff would enjoy the leftovers.Jessica sat silently beside her, swirling the golden liquid in her glass, lost in thought. Despite once being close, their relationship had grown distant, and Jenny avoided Jessica's gaze as she smoothed her skirt."This is a remarkable night," their father declared, grinning as he accepted a small plate of caviar from the staff. "We're celebrating a significant success for our family and the business. I won't go into the details, as it might bore the ladies," he added with a knowing glance at Julius, who
"That's none of your business," Jenny replied, surprised by her own boldness. Julius appeared equally taken aback, and they stood in silence, the weight of her defiance lingering between them. Seizing the opportunity his surprise afforded, Jenny tried to slip past him into her room. But at the last second, Julius grabbed her wrist, pulling her back with such force that she nearly collided with the wall."Julius," she gasped, wincing as his grip tightened, his fingers digging painfully into her soft skin. Familiar dread washed over her, her chest tightening with panic as she struggled to breathe. Casting a desperate glance over his shoulder, she found the hallway empty. Behind them lay windows overlooking the side courtyard, too far for anyone to notice them."Most girls are prettier when they smile," Julius remarked, his breath reeking of spoiled fish and sour champagne. "But I don't like this look. What's going through that head of yours to make you look like that?"Ignoring him, Jen
Seething quietly, Jenny nodded. Her father sighed, accepting the gesture. He rose and placed a large hand on her shoulder, attempting to reassure her. His touch felt eerily similar to Julius's, and she suppressed a shudder."You know your mother loves all her children, including you, dear," he added, a note of sadness in his voice. "This family means the world to her, and your behavior weighs on her. Do this for her. Give her some peace."Jenny glanced at the fallen photograph on the desk—a cherished family portrait from her childhood. The memory of that day was vivid: a visit to the park under the perfect weather, with puffy clouds drifting lazily across the sky, occasionally letting the bright sun peek through. She had felt overjoyed to wear a beautiful blue dress that matched those of her mother and Jessica. Her father and Julius had donned suits, their ties coordinated with the dresses. Following the photo session, they had enjoyed a picnic, basking in the pleasant sunlight.The p