“What did he do to you?” Jayson managed to ask Freya as he slowly got his strength back, leaning heavily against the arm of the couch while pressing on his badly bruised ribs. His face was swollen, blood dripping from his lip as his fiance continued rapping him.The pain hurt, but what hurt more was the thought. The suspicion in his heart hurt far more than any physical blow Tristan hand handed him.“What did he do to all of you?” Xavier asked too, wiping a trail of red from his nose with the back of his hand, his eyes moving suspiciously between his mother, his sister, and the boy who stood unbothered just a few feet away. He just watched them being confused as it amused him.“Babe, you're overreacting. We only spoke,” Freya told her fiancé at once. She forced her voice to remain steady, swallowing a thick lump of saliva that almost choked her.“You only spoke?” He turned his full attention to Freya, his breathing ragged. “Are you sure you only spoke?” He asked again, his eyes despe

“I'm done, girls!” Tristan surfaced before the ladies who had waited frustratingly, stepping into the brightly lit waiting area of the station. He acted so easy, as though he wasn't stressed in a way during the meeting that lasted hours. He didn't want to give the girls even a hint of what went on there. “Finally!” Cassie stood up at once the moment she caught sight of him. She moved even before the others could react, her eyes scanning him from head to toe with a mix of impatience and relief. They had waited until they got tired, but it was all worth it for their lust. “What on earth took you so long there?” Tracy asked him, folding her arms across her chest as she leaned forward. Her brow had lifted in annoyance, but the concern could not be wiped off her face. “Honestly, I can't even wrap my head around that question myself,” he told them, shrugging ignorantly as he rubbed the back of his neck. “I was even shocked that time had gone that much when you called me earlier. I genuine

“I will not accept that kind of disrespect in my lecture hall!” Prof. Wynters yelled out at the girls at once, her voice sharp and echoing off the concrete walls of the auditorium. “You cannot just intentionally disrupt my class by screaming at the top of your voice, and then go back to pretend like it's absolutely nothing!” She argued. Camille had disrupted the flow of the class and that would be difficult to get back. Unlike many of the other faculty members and lecturers who constantly bent under the whims of the elite kids on campus, Prof. Wynters refused to back down for anyone. “I didn't study so hard for years, earn my doctorate, and achieve all these academic honors just to be ridiculed and treated like a servant by spoiled children,” she would always say whenever other intimidated faculty members advised her to calm down and turn a blind eye to the unruly behaviors of the students. “Look lady, we don't really want to get into a stupid fight with you today, so just go on with

The pain from Wynters was felt from her words by the whole class immediately after she left, slamming shut the doors behind her. Every single pair of eyes in the auditorium now turned directly toward Camille and the rest of the Harold sisters. Even though Professor Wynters was notoriously strict and uncompromising in her standards, she was a very good lecturer and was actually genuinely loved by the students. They loved her style and elegance, now she carries herself.“How could you do something like that to her?” the people in the crowd murmured under their breath, the heavy mist of despair spreading through the rows of seats like wildfire.The students knew they couldn't outwardly descend on the Harold sisters because of who their family was, but their frowned faces, narrowed eyes and obvious tense lips told all the stories that words couldn't express. Even the sisters could feel it inside them. “What on earth did you just do?!” Tristan, who was equally as furious as the crowd, t

It played in Tristan's head as he walked through the quiet corridor. “Maybe it's not just the male bullies I have to worry about,” he told himself under his breath. “But these proud, rich bitches too.” The rich girls in school, especially the ones with powerful and popular parents, usually acted like the entire campus was in their palms. They truly believed they could do anything they liked and have anything they wanted without facing a single consequence. In fact it had always been like that. They could literally do what they wanted and get anything they wanted. They could oppress people as they wished and no one ever got the courage to stand up to them. This made them arrogant, and he thought that maybe as a side gig, he'd go on to reject them. He wouldn't even do the rejection privately, behind closed doors, but in strategically planned out public settings where everyone could see. Even though he'd still be fucking them when no one was looking, he had to embarrass them, even make