All Chapters of The devil’s new plaything : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

VALENTINA’S POINT OF VIEWThe box was delivered to my door step at around five pm, the ball is supposed to start by nine. The hair stylist and makeup artist came a while later. I looked into the box, it had the same Dior couture gown, the one with sequins and Swarovski stones, the same one that I had said to Diego I liked about a week ago when I had literally forced him to watch watch the Milan fashion week broadcast with me. It was the one that Gigi hadid had on in one of the shows.The box also had a pastel colored Chanel bag to match the gown as well as a pair of louboutin heels. My mouth was wide up in shock at the amount of expensive stuff in the box. I cannot accept this, it is too much! I would never be able to pay back, I can never afford to pay back. I’m sure I can find something good enough in my own closet to wear. I opened up my closet, searched and searched but nothing looked good enough to fit the level of exclusivity that the ball promises.I looked through the clot

ZARA’S POINT OF VIEW I don’t know what happened, I don’t know how it happened but now I am tied up here in a building I cannot recognize, a building with a very high ceiling, white plastered wall and red ties.I am tied up next to Diego Fernandez, the mafia king who had captured my sister and I, why am I tied up next to him? Why am I here? I don’t know!The last thing I remember is being at the masquerade ball with Delvin, I remember dancing and being really touchy and affectionate with him, I remember him leaning in to kiss me on my lips, I remember tip toeing to reach his lips.Then I also remember the light going off, I remember the panic that surrounded the hall as the sound of gunshots filled the air, I felt someone pull me away, I yelled for Delvin but his voice came from the far end of the hall, he sounded like he was being restrained.“Zara!!” He yelled back and then I heard a crash coming from the direction of his voice. I can’t get the image of him laying unconscious on th

VALENTINA’S POINT OF VIEWRaphael Fernandez, Diego’s father is a monster. He raped me. It is one of those things… those memories I try to push away, one of those memories that I try to forget ever happened because I am not sure I have healed from that, I don’t think I can ever heal from that.Remembering it will create a chain reaction of hate, regret and self loathing so I have tried for years to just imagine that it didn’t happen.I used to wake up drenched in my own sweat, I used to have nightmares where he would chase me through the woods with a sickle, in those nightmares Raphael Fernandez was the grim reaper and I was his prey. I used to be scared of leaving the house for months, every man I saw scared me, they all reminded me of him, of what he did so I retreated to my self.The first person I ever told about the rape was Damian, we became friends after Diego left for the ranch, we had a platonic friendship and then it grew into something more.I needed Diego, I was vulnerable,

YARA’S POINT OF VIEW Raphael said nothing else to me after his huge ‘I love you’ confession, we just fell asleep wrapped in each other’s arms.He has never told me he loves me before, since he became my man when I was younger. I just always convince myself that he did. I always did everything to make him fall in love with me, I did whatever he wanted even stuff I wasn’t comfortable doing at the time just so he would say those three words but he never did and then now when I’m not even sure how I feel about him anymore he says the words that I have been waiting to hear when I was a teenager.To be honest I don’t really know if what I feel for him is love, or obsession, sometimes it’s lust other times it’s just pure hatred. It’s a mix of everything, sometimes like yesterday when he is really nice to me at those moments I’m sure I love him but then he does something to fuck everything up and then I hate him, then he comes on to me with his beautiful body and seductive voice and at tha

ZARA’S POINT OF VIEW “ can a get an espresso with one glazed doughnut, please .” I said to the attendant at the coffee shop, I waited for her as I replied to a message on my phone. I am so far behind in my school work, I have to work really hard to catch up, I have a test due the day after tomorrow and assignment due in a few hours.I took my order from the lady.“Thank you.” I said and then made my way to an empty table, opened up my laptop on the table and went to work writing a report on ‘the effect of global warming on different systems on the body’. I was still searching through the internet for a suitable research paper when I heard some noise from outside. I frowned, great now I would for sure never finish this report. I slid in my headphones and continued working with Beyoncé’s lemonade album in my ear.I was really into the report writing, was full immersed in the flow of the writing as well as rhythm of the music when someone shut my laptop close, I frown and looked up expe