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“Charlotte.”
Are we even sure she’s not from the family of that German Nazi who killed my great-grandfather in World War II?”
“That’s my great-grandfather, not yours, and he died at seventy from pneumonia.”
The moment I was born and my parents decided there was no need for a second child
I was raised to know my duties as the sole heir.
I would never do that — be the source of Mum’s pain, I mean. She’s one of the few reasons why I stay afloat, and I can’t make things ugly for her. Marriage of convenience is first on the list of mandatory shit to do. I’ll do it one day, as expected of me.
Teal isn’t the first I’ve secretly convinced to refuse the arranged marriage on my behalf. Let’s just say Dad has been trying to set me up with his associates’ daughters for years.
Agnus, Dad’s right-hand man, is forty-three
Knox and I lived with him for many years, and I know that neutrality means he cares — to an extent. He just doesn’t show it.
because that’s what this is about: business.
Because once today ends, my plan will come to fruition.
When Knox and I faced death, he saved us, had
us call him Dad, and insisted we continue to even after h...
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Only this isn’t a fairy tale — or perhaps it is, with a twist. In the end, the hero won’t win. The villain will topple everyone’s lives over. What everyone doesn’t know is, the villain wasn’t always a villain. Once upon a time, they were a victim.
Earl Edric Astor, member of the House of Lords, a ruthless investor, a faithful husband.
There’s a slight chance Ronan will ruin my plan. Contrary to my original assessment, he’s not a gigolo. He’s only using the gigolo image for other purposes, and since I don’t know what those are, I can’t form a counterstrike this soon.
The way he touched me and how his usual shallowness slipped means he might have more depth. But that doesn’t mean I’ll give up on the plan. I’ve finally gotten here, and no rich spoilt boy will take away my justice.
I can’t fight it off as I watch him, hear him, his voice with that distinguishable tenor. It’s changed a little, but it has been more than a decade, after all.
Back then, I could do nothing about it. Now, I’ll slaughter his legacy, crush his name, and make him bleed.
Also, I have no clue how he got my number, though this isn’t the first time he’s texted me. He sent me one last night, too.
Sure, secrets are scary, but there’s no way in hell he’ll be able to figure out mine. Even Knox doesn’t know all about it, and that says something since we’ve shared everything since our mother’s womb.
Did Edric do something to her when she was a child?
right now, Ronan appears ready to make me lose everything. Not that I’m scared of him. I’m not. Because what he doesn’t know is that I’m also ready to make him lose everything.
my number, thirteen.
Teal stands behind the school stadium’s barrier with Elsa and a miserable-looking Kim — because Xander isn’t here
After her display at dinner last week, she’s been acting as if nothing happened, as if she didn’t fuck up my fifteen-year plan that includes not getting married.
we’re starters and are playing against the second string, which will take over next year once we’ve all graduated.
“You haven’t thrown a party in a week since your parents are back.”
Now that I think about it, Cole and Teal have been getting disgustingly close for some time now. It’s almost unnoticeable, but he’s possibly the only one amongst the horsemen — or the entire male population — that she exchanges words with. In the beginning, I thought it was because they’re both nerds, but even if I don’t know her — yet — I know Cole. He doesn’t take a step without
calculating a thousand years ahead
Cole is kind on the outside, but he doesn’t actually let people get close. The fact that he did with her is…interesting.
She doesn’t smile, doesn’t do any club activities. Her only friends are Elsa and Kim, and she rarely speaks. Her head is usually buried in her phone, reading articles about medieval torture devices.
I charmed Mrs Abbot, the librarian, and found out which books Teal borrowed from the school’s library. They’re all about wars.
Since I found out about Cole’s hidden tendencies and figured another thing out, I planned to hold on to this piece of information until I needed a serious favour from him, but I’m at the end of a road here, and I need to carve a way out.
Since I turned eighteen a month ago, I’ve been waiting for this moment — or rather waiting for the response.
The letter with the black envelope and red writing. The acceptance.
It’s more exclusive than the palace and needs more intervention than MI6’s agents. I first got my
ticket here a month ago after I convinced one of the random men I met at a pub that we could meet here.
It was, of course...
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He was the last one.
The reason I stopped the encounters has nothing to do with the engagement and everything to do with me. It’s been more than a week since that dinner at the Astor mansion.
After all, it’s just a contract, a convenience, a link between our families and a thread to my plan. Nothing more or less.
It’s the theme of the club, La Débauche. As its name suggests, it’s for debauchery, depravity and…fantasy.
I first discovered it in my trips through the dark web. Then I found one of its members on Tinder and hooked up with him that night. That meeting got me my entrance recommendation. Since then, I’ve been coming here to be part of the Audience Society, the voyeurs who watched the titillation of the human mind through their bodies.
I’ve had sex before, but I’ve never once had an orgasm or gotten wet enough to make the experience pleasurable. I’ve always chosen older men, at least fifteen years older than me and experienced, and still…nothing.
faith and the possibility of more. That’s why I applied to be ‘Debauched’. One night, one stranger, and that’s it. I was rejected two times, but today, I received my acceptance letter.
The greatest policy here is anonymity. The reason I found Richard on the dark web is because
he posted a shot of the invitation card in his public profile. Here, no one knows who you are or where you came from. There are no names, just numbers. No faces, just b...
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I have no idea how they accept people here, but it seems to be a tight process. I don’t even know how I got in. Even with Richard’s referral, it seemed so farfetched at the time, but I still threw in my letter anyway, hoping for something different.
I wanted this. It’s my last chance at normal before I pass the point of no return.
Considering what happened in the past, this is the last thing I should do, but oddly enough, the moment I wrap the blindfold around my eyes, turning my world black, a sense of clarity falls over me.
