Not everything that glistens is gold, didn't your mother tell you that growing up?✨
Born with a nothing short of a gold spoon in her mouth as the heir to one of the richest Dynasties in Jamaica, the young Ms.Carter has life set out for her. From her...
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Jordan Carter March 22nd 📍Carter Mansion 4:19 p.m.
I guide Camilla up to my bedroom, a pout on her lips as she rubs her eyes. "Mi tired Jordan."
"I know, you can go back go sleep pan me bed." I unlock the door and let her in, she steps infront of me.
Immediately stripping from the hoodie I placed over her body now in her pajamas before climbing into the bed and curling up to sleep.
I move closer and bring the sheet up over her body, turning on the Air conditioner to circulate cool air throughout the space.
Right after I walk into the bathroom and get her a small bin to throw up in if she needs to.
Pressing a kiss on her forehead I mentally brace myself for what I'm about to walk myself into as I turn to lean, flicking off the lightswitch.
I only brought her here because she's sick and I don't want her too fr from me, any other day I would've probably even had her in another country.
I shut my door which is one of the many secured with a coded keypad.
Stepping back downstairs, I head into living room where I then take the elevator down to the underground of the house.
I sigh and enter the space, a slight irritation settling in me the further advancements I make into the room.
The smell of Cuban cigars meets my nose, I spot my brother before I spot Marquez. His clan men as well as ours spread throughout the shadows of the room.
Each no doubt heavily armed.
I look at Alyssa who's sitting on his right. I grit my teeth and sit next to my brother.
The tension in the room thick, Marquez released a thick cloud of smoke through his nose.
"Want one?" He offers, I decline. I stopped smoking as much due to Camilla being pregnant and around me.
One since it's bad for her health and the babies and two because the slightest smell of it makes her sick.
He hums, "I see you've filed for a divorce from my daughter."
