An A* student with a promising future, Kahlani Summer. Being extraordinarily smart came without effort. Since she began school she noticed she didn't just have to try as hard as anyone else. Despite her parents being rich and famous, she was capable of paving her way. She was destined to take the world by storm and she knew it. Her parents knew as well. Kahlani's wild side needed to be tamed before it got out of hand. In a desperate attempt, they sent her across the world to school in Europe. They believed that making her stand on her own feet would enable her to grow up before responsibility overwhelmed her. However, Lani found a brand new tune to dance to. A new taboo to indulge. She was messing with fire and she didn't care if she would be burnt.
Chapter 1
"That was the most exhilarating summer of my existence, there's nowhere like home", I grinned on my Livestream, flipping my Golden blonde hair out of my face. "Summer is literally the season I live for, it is my name after all".The lighting in my parents' elevator was perfect. I'd had it installed personally. As the elevator took me to my floor at my parent's penthouse, I glanced through the comments which were mostly positive and non-intrusive today. "Thank you, Lexi, I worked so hard on my tan all summer even though my skin's glow is quite natural." Miami's sun had given my skin a permanent bronzing that no spa could beat.
Another adoring fan commented on my hair. I brought my phone closer so they could properly examine the carefully layered and curled silk tresses. The silver highlights were evidence of my rebellious streak. I would have gone for a louder colour but I knew my parents would have a problem enough with my hair as it was. I could almost hear my mother lecturing me about how sixteen year olds have no business with boys, excessive makeup, and extravagant hairstyles. "Where'd I get it done?" another comment.
I preferred to avoid obnoxiously flaunting my parents' wealth, so I just shrugged and said,"Some random salon in the Caribbean" Even though I had spent at least 500 dollars on it. I am not the kind to spend money carelessly but I was on vacation. "I needed to unwind before my senior year."
I hated having to explain how to people. I was just very smart and I got to skip a grade, apart from that my birthday was June 6th. The elevator came to a halt and I stepped down. I had sent my luggage a couple of days ahead to help me travel light so I didn't expect to see a bunch of bags lying around now that I was back. I cut off my livestream with my signature "Bye guys, remember stay tuned Kahlani Loves you." and blew a raspberry. I slid the phone into my purse and called out for a maid. I wasn't spoilt. I could help myself in situations worse than this but efficiency is what they get paid for. I would understand if I returned with my luggage the same day but why should so many suitcases be lying around three days after they arrived?
When no one answered I punched in the number to my parent's flat on the intercom. Perks of being an only child. I didn't have to share my space unlike the two love birds upstairs. Regardless of what my parents think, I'm only a little wild and controversial. They probably expected me to be pregnant by now but truth be told I was still a virgin, not a prude... just a virgin.
After calling twice I was going to give up when someone picked up, "Daddy?"
"Lani? Oh, you're back just in time wait right there." And he cut the call, that was strange. It should be expected, my summer vacation was over, and it was bullshit and nagging from here on out. I swiped a chocolate bar from the fridge and settled down in the living room. I turned on my phone and a picture of me stared back. I smiled, I'd gotten my first and only tattoo and my parents were just livid.
Closer by Haley and Chainsmokers had been my jam for a while, so I had the bright idea to get a tattoo on my shoulder. It was nothing intricate, just a rose, whose thorns were stained with blood. A subtle reminder that every rose had thorns, everything beautiful wasn't meant to be meddled with. I opened insta and began to scroll, I hadn't realized my constant vlogging had helped my fan base to grow to 2 million. That explained all the extra cash I had been getting apart from my vacation and monthly allowance.
A sudden noise jolted me from the comfort of the couch. My mom and dad had come to see me. I didn't know whether to hug them or brace for a scolding, but it looked like I should do both. "Hey guys"
My father's dark was overgrown and nearly falling into his black eyes, something I'd inherited from him. His overgrown hair was a sign he'd been worrying, he never let his hair grow so long. He wore a suit as usual and his lean muscular body stood at 6 feet towering above me at 5 inches and my mother with 7 inches. I looked at my mother who was in one of her elegant, close-fit evening gowns. A thin string of pearls clung to her throat. They were both very stunning people. It was obvious I had them to thank for my good looks. My mother's pale blonde hair was packed up as usual. She looked perfect except for the dark circles under her eyes. An atrocity for my mother, she loathed eye bags like they reeked of death.
"Lani" my mother began softly.
"What's up with all these bags right? I was wondering the same thing. I'll get it cleaned don't worry. It's nice to be home. I'm so excited for the senior year I won't let you down I promise."
"Lani" My father interrupted my rambling, a bad habit I'd learned to throw them off track whenever they had something to be mad about.
"We need to talk?" I winced, the words barely passing through my lips.
"Yes. I'll keep it brief. Your stubbornness is getting out of hand" I kept shut cause their ranting always ended sooner when I agreed with everything they said. I knew I was difficult and they were trying their best, but they needed to relax sometimes and live a little like me.
"We clearly told you sixteen is too young to go on a vacation on your own halfway across the world." my mother continued.
"We gave you a bodyguard option, and you turned it down" I gave my attention to my father since he was speaking now. "We told you that was the only way we were letting you go but you refused to accept our compromise and left anyway."
"You guys had me trailed the whole time!" I whined, I hadn't meant for it to be loud. I just needed to let off some steam.
"Does not change the fact that you directly disobeyed us!" my mother interjected. Neither of them were smiling. I guess I could plague one of their consciences and win them over to my side to plead my case as I normally did.
"I'm sorry. It won't happen again" I looked down fiddling with my thumbs.
"Of course, it won't", my father sighed. "We're sending you to a boarding school in Europe."
"What?!!" My jaw hung open. "Boarding school?Mum Please?!!"
"It's non-negotiable" My mother sighed. "Your father and I personally examined your room. You'll find to your liking I am sure."
"I don't want to go to boarding school. And Europe? What there's no Coventries in USA strong enough to hold me?"
"You'll watch your tongue when speaking to us!" my father scolded. Tears began to well up. "It's final. We've arranged for someone to help you find your living situation from the airport, we will not be dropping you off. I also expect you to keep off social media"
I was not going to stand for that but my mother saw my intentions to add salt to injury. "We are not saying you can't indulge, merely advising you to keep it to a minimum. Maybe a picture or two every three days if you can manage. Reduce the vlogging. Your life is yours, keep some moments to yourself everyone must not know everything about you "
I bit my tongue and blinked away the tears. I would not give them the satisfaction of seeing me broken. "Anything else?"
"Yes, how could I forget? Your flight leaves in 3 hours."
"Fuck!!!"
I don't remember how long it had been since I wrenched myself from the arms of the only woman I had loved as a mother. She didn't remember me at all. A little more speculation revealed that none of them did. My mother, my father, my brother,.. they'd all forgotten about my existence! That was the icing on the cake of my woeful and weird day. I had been so disoriented while fleeing the garden. All I had in mind was my incessant need to get away although I didn't completely understand what I was running from. It all happened in rapid succession I began to race toward the garden exit and a portal consumed me, spitting me out in the middle of a forest. Panic set in so I kept it up running in and out of portals and ending up in different places. The last place had been a crowded market square, my breathing hitched I never knew I had a bit of claustrophobia before then, I jumped again. I didn't know what I was running from but I knew what I was looking for. Peace, quiet and somewhere I could belong.. blend in or whatever. Baseline of my story, I don't know where I am but it sure is peaceful.
Belinda thought after divorce, they would part ways for good - he could live his life on his own terms, while she could indulge in the rest of hers. However, fate had other plans in store. "My darling, I was wrong. Would you please come back to me?" The man, whom she once loved deeply, lowered his once proud head humbly. "I beg you to return to me." Belinda coldly pushed away the bouquet of flowers he had offered her and coolly replied, "It's too late. The bridge has been burned, and the ashes have long since scattered to the wind!"
Melanie married Ashton out of gratitude, but she quickly found herself entangled in a web of relentless challenges. Despite these struggles, she stayed true to her commitment to the marriage. In the hospital room, Ashton indifferently attempted to draw her blood, disregarding her discomfort. This callous act was a harsh revelation for Melanie, awakening her to the grim reality of their relationship. Resolved to prioritize her own welfare, she decided to sever ties. With newfound resolve, Melanie filed for divorce. In the process, she unveiled her concealed identities, leaving everyone in shock. Throughout these turbulent times, Melanie realized that Derek, Ashton’s uncle, had been discreetly protecting her all along.
Elodie took a deep breath and knocked, the sound echoing in the quiet corridor. A moment of silence passed, broken only by the pounding of her heart. Finally, the door snicked open, revealing a surprised Dashiell. 'Can't you see the Do Not Disturb sign? We don't want-' His initial frown quickly morphed into confusion at the sight of his wife. 'What are you doing here?' he demanded. 'Your girlfriend invited me,' Elodie replied, her voice laced with icy calm. She tried to peer past him, but his broad frame blocked the view. A saccharine voice chimed in from within the room. 'Elodie? Oh dear, we didn't mean for you to find out this way. It's just that-' Elodie cut her short. 'Oh please, Selene. Spare me the fake apologies. You wouldn't have sent me all those texts if you didn't want me to know.' Dashiell shifted uncomfortably, his face a mask of annoyance. 'What texts?' Elodie stepped past him, taking in the luxurious suite with a sardonic smile. The king-sized bed, the scattered rose petals, the lingering scent of sex – it all painted a vivid picture of their betrayal. She looked up at Dashiell, her gaze unwavering. 'I want a divorce.' ****** Dashiell lived a life of luxury, surrounded by the best things money could buy. But when a car accident left him vulnerable, he met Elodie, a seemingly ordinary woman who nursed him back to health. Mistaking her for just another employee, Dashiell entered into a loveless marriage with her solely for convenience. However, fate had a different script in store. Elodie, the 'ordinary nurse,' held a secret more precious than any diamond: she was the sole heiress to Northstar, a vast and powerful enterprise. Unaware of her true identity, Dashiell cast her aside when his ex-girlfriend returned, leaving Elodie humiliated. But Elodie was not one to be easily broken. She shed the facade of the meek nurse, reclaiming her rightful inheritance and stepping into the role of Northstar's CEO. Now, the woman Dashiell discarded was the one holding the reins of power. As Elodie thrives in her new role, Dashiell is consumed by regret. He finally sees Elodie for the extraordinary woman she truly is, realising the depth of his mistake. But will his remorse be enough to win back the heart he so carelessly discarded?
Madisyn was stunned to discover that she was not her parents' biological child. Due to the real daughter's scheming, she was kicked out and became a laughingstock. Thought to be born to peasants, Madisyn was shocked to find that her real father was the richest man in the city, and her brothers were renowned figures in their respective fields. They showered her with love, only to learn that Madisyn had a thriving business of her own. "Stop pestering me!" said her ex-boyfriend. "My heart only belongs to Jenna." "How dare you think that my woman has feelings for you?" claimed a mysterious bigwig.
For three years, Shane and Yvonne were wed, sharing heated nights, while his devotion clung to his ex. Yvonne strove to be a dutiful wife, yet their marriage felt hollow, built on desire rather than real warmth. All changed when she became pregnant, only for Shane to thrust her onto the operating table, warning, “Either you or the baby survives!” Broken by his cruelty, she vanished in grief and later returned, radiantly accomplished, leaving everyone awestruck. Haunted by remorse, Shane begged for another chance, but Yvonne only smiled and replied, “I’m sorry, men no longer interest me.”
"I'm going to tell you what I have in mind," he murmured. "First you're going to strip down until you're completely naked," he whispered against her ear. "Then I'm going to tie you up so you're completely powerless and subject to my every whim." "Mmm, sounds good so far," she murmured. "Then I'm going to insert a plug to prepare you for me. After that I'm going to spank that sweet ass of yours until it's rosy with my marks." She shivered uncontrollably, her mind exploding with the images he evoked. She let out a small whimper as he sucked the lobe of her ear into his mouth. God, she could cum with just his words. She was already aching with need. Her nipples tingled and hardened to painful points. Her clit pulsed and twitched between her legs until she clamped her thighs together to alleviate the burn. "And then I'm going to f**k your mouth. But I won't cum. Not yet. When I'm close, I'll flog you again until your ass is burning and you're on fire with the need for relief. And then I'm going to f**k that ass. I'm going to take you hard and rough, to the very limits of what you can withstand. I won't be gentle. Not tonight. I'm going to take you as roughly as you can stand. And then I'm going to cum all over your ass. Are you ready to be completely and utterly dominated?"