I huddled deep under my fluffy duvet, pink hoodie swallowing my small frame—hood tugged low over damp raven hair, limp legs tucked foetal tight.
Emerald eyes stared blank at the bedroom ceiling, mind whirling from the day's chaos. My family? Total bitches—Viktor, Elena, Alexei—stealing design credit, dragging my name on TV like filthy vipers. They were rotten to the core, and I want them to be exposed. Each week, I will release ten new designs after I release my special edition—Hundred Bonanza Designs.
I will show them what I can do—they can call me lunatic, but I will prove that they are the ones who are really lunatics.
The alphas though... bold as sin, attacking my virtue left and right. Hellen's sneaky nipple kiss in the steaming tub, Reyes' scorching lips on my chest just now—shameless sparks still tingling skin. Who kisses a chest like that? Also, my kips are feeling unsafe too.
