𝙍𝘾|18+ "ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴍɪɴᴇ," he grinned, darting out his tongue to lick her bare thigh, nipping the delicate skin as if he was claiming her as his. "I-I fucking hate you," she whimpered, tipping her head back to rest on the shattered mirror, his hand com...
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˜"*°•.˜"*°• chapter 5 •°*"˜.•°*"˜
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"Because you don't know what I'm capable of"
Ophelia White.
For many, she was just known as the daughter of Robert White - the chairperson for the Figure Eight law firm. And to others - who went to the Kook academy - knew her as a stuck up bitch who cared only for popularity - and her boyfriend, of course.
But it was never easy upholding her appearance; making people think she was something she was not. So while she held her phone in her slender hands, she held tears back from slipping down her pale cheeks, and she tried to keep her lip from trembling.
She was beautiful. She knew that, of course she did. Sharp features, feline eyes, and soft chestnut curls complimented her sweet smile. Any person would gape at her beauty - Kooks, Pogues, intellects, idiots - for Lydia Thornton was the Kooks' golden girl, and who was Ophelia to challenge her title? No one. A fucking nobody.
Pulling the covers closer to her nose, the bright light illuminated her pale complexion. She sang a soft, sweet tune to calm her anxiety. Flicking through the pictures on her phone, she landed on a picture of her and Rafe.
He wore a black suit and matching black dress shoes, insisting on having his hair parted at the front so he looked similar to his father when he was younger. The familiar Cameron heirloom was pinned on his pocket, while his arms were wrapped around her waist. She almost laughed when she realised that Rafe was wearing mismatched socks.
