She thought it would be nothing more than a summer fling. A fleeting phase she could shake off like sand clinging to sun-kissed skin. But it wasn't that simple. Not when it came to Isaiah Hendrick De Guia. He wasn't forgettable-he was addictive. Fro...
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"Urielle Denisse Salvacion Guevarra!"
I was sitting inside my walk-in closet, hiding from my brother, Thorin. I've been here for two weeks, but they still won't let me leave the mansion. I flew straight from California and canceled all my holiday plans for my brother Thorin’s girlfriend's sibling’s wedding. I wouldn’t have come home if it wasn’t for Hermoine—the youngest of us siblings—who insisted.
I came home for them, and for what? I'm not even allowed to go out, so I'm stuck in this huge house. The reason? They said I don’t know my way around here anymore. That’s why I’m trying to go out, but they just don’t understand.
I was about to leave my walk-in closet when I heard my bedroom door open. I hate it when people enter my room without permission. It’s like invading someone’s privacy.
"Urielle! I know you're in there!" he shouts even louder.
"Callix! Dude, what’s going on?" Is that Klein?! Great.
I heard footsteps around my room, meaning they’ve been in here too long. I need to find a way to escape.
"I’m looking for Urielle. She’s insisting on going out. You know her."
Klein’s laughter echoed around the room. Damn Klein. "Dude! Give Denisse a break! You’re not the dad here!"
"Klein, I’m the oldest. If Dad’s not here, I’m in charge." I could feel Klein rolling his eyes at Thorin.
"Whatever, stingy old man. Good luck finding her." I heard his footsteps fading away from my room, followed by the loud thud of my door. He’s gone.
"Urielle... Come out while I’m still asking nicely, or I’ll break your porcelain doll collection." Thorin warned.
Oh no, you don’t! That collection cost thousands, you jerk!
