LOGINA tap on my shoulder pulled me out of the deepest, most pathetic sleep I’d had in weeks. I groaned into my silk pillow, burying my face deeper. “Go away…”The tapping didn’t stop. Then came the bright light flash, the morning sun pouring in as someone yanked my heavy curtains open like they had a personal vendetta against my hangover. I bolted upright, hair a tangled mess, eyes squinting against the assault.“Who the hell is she?!” I screamed sleepily, voice hoarse and cracking.A sharp, familiar voice cut through the fog. “Language, Ava Montgomery.”Wait… I would recognize this voice anywhere I hear it, Aunt Clara?'That woman’s stare could pierce a thousand souls. Tall, elegant, with perfectly coiffed dark hair and an expression that made even my father straighten up. She stood at the foot of my bed in a designer blouse and slacks, arms crossed, looking every bit the intimidating force she’d always been.I cleared the sleep from my eyes, blinking hard. “Aunty Clara?” A genuine smile
Well...that was the plan really until I got close enough to see them clearly under the pulsing party lights. My steps faltered. Edgar and Ethan were right there by the bar, looking like they’d stepped out of some dark European fashion campaign. Edgar in a black shirt that stretched across his broad shoulders, expression cool and unreadable. Ethan beside him, that signature smirk playing on his lips as he leaned against the marble counter. Like dude it's just a party not homecoming.My stomach twisted. I knew they would be here, but seeing them in this environment, surrounded by almost everyone from school, made it surreal all over again. I wanted to make them pay. God, I wanted to walk right up and remind them who the queen was. But I wasn’t drunk enough for that kind of bravery. At least not yet. The truth was, I didn’t want to cross paths with them right now. My ego was still bruised from their words at school and that family dinner. One more wound tonight and I might actually
As Lucas pulled into the driveway, the mansion was usually quiet. huff, I'm not surprised.I stepped out, handing my bag to one of the maids before making my way inside. My parents had already left for work, and my brother had gone back to Yale, one of the country's renowned colleges.My family was the definition of old money.My father managed an enormous real estate empire. As the eldest son, he had inherited vast estates, luxury properties, and acres of land. One of his proudest investments was a five-star hotel that generated millions every year, alongside several high end resorts scattered across the country.My mother was just as successful, a renowned plastic surgeon and the founder of a luxury cosmetics brand that had become a household name.Even my older brother was already making a name for himself. While studying estate management, he was working through one of my father's business affiliations, preparing to inherit part of the family empire someday.My thoughts drifted to
I stepped out of the Maybach like I owned the goddamn world, my skirt riding up just enough to tease the morning sunlight on my toned thighs. The Y2K pink top I bought out of boredom clung to my curves, fluffy accents bouncing with every sway of my hips, and my heels clicked like a declaration of war. 'Yep Look at me.' Greenwich Academy’s grand iron gates loomed ahead, the sprawling campus a perfect mix of ivy-covered stone buildings for us legacy rich kids and the slightly less shiny wings for the scholarship strays. Tanya Brawn types. Pathetic. My gaze landed on Edgar and Ethan. They’d only been back a week, but the whole school buzzed with it, the Caldwell twins, heirs to their family’s empire, back from America to reclaim their thrones. Gods among mortals. My gods. “Edgar! Ethan!” I called out, my voice a sugary lilt that carried across the courtyard. Heads turned. Perfect. I didn’t wait for an invitation. I strutted straight to them, my bag swinging, and fastened my arms aroun
I woke up Monday morning with that delicious ache still throbbing between my thighs, a filthy reminder of what Edgar and Ethan had done to me at their family dinner. My body betrayed me even in sleep nipples tight under my silk sheets, pussy slick just from dreaming about their long fingers stretching me open while their parents chatted oblivious to what was going on a few feet away. God, they were so fucking good at it. Cold, like they owned every gasp I made. I came twice that night once under the dining table like a desperate little slut, and again in the upstairs where they pinned me against the wall and worked me until my knees buckled. But they didn’t want me well not really, not the way I needed them to. They’d smirked, wiped their fingers on my dress like I was nothing, and sent me home dripping and ruined. It pissed me off. I’m Ava fucking Montgomery. Queen of Greenwich Academy. Every guy at school would kill to touch me, and these rich, twisted Caldwells twins act like I
The heavy oak door of the Caldwell mansion closed behind our family with a soft click. I had fought this dinner with every ounce of stubbornness I possessed, yet here I was dragged from the safety of my bedroom. Sophia Caldwell greeted us warmly, her elegant emerald gown rustling as she drew me into an embrace . “Ava, my dear, how lovely you look in that pink. Thank you for coming. It truly means a great deal, especially now that my Boys are home at last .” I forced a polite smile, murmuring thanks even as heat rose faintly in my cheeks. Father and Mother exchanged pleasantries with Mr. Caldwell. The dining room glowed beneath the crystal chandelier, the long mahogany table set with exquisite precision, fine china, heavy silver, and glasses that sparkled like captured starlight. The air was rich with the aromas of herb crusted lamb, roasted vegetables, and the deep notes of aged Bordeaux. I took the seat between the twins, the sequins of my dress whispering against the velvet c







