REWRITING Burn You Alive

7 O'Clock

A/N: A short update. :)

[Alexander’s POV]

“Over here, sire.” Stella’s young butler, Samuel, led me to a narrow hallway to an underground basement where Stella lures fresh and good-looking boys to shag her.

Disgusting, I know. And another thing I know that I don’t want to know is that Stella has Samuel wrapped around her filthy semen-coated fingers.

We went down another flight of stairs.

Samuel, or Sammy, as I used to call him, was my super energetic and loud and optimistic best friend years before I met Stella, the sex-addicted witch.

I dated her for less a month before Sammy came back from summer camp when I introduced them together. He’s been in love with her ever since.

We crossed another narrow hallway.

I found out about Sammy’s obsessive love with Stella when I caught her cheating on me with Sammy. I broke it off with Stella that day. And I thought she was the one.

Sammy wouldn’t leave her side that day. I forgave him, but Stella turned Sammy against me. Stella stalked me like the sick psycho she was and even though Sammy knew, he stuck to Stella.

Stella sometimes slept with guys in front of Sammy, yet Sammy said that he didn’t want Stella’s body. Only her heart.

But every time he tells me his undying love and devotion to Stella, his eyes were hard and cold, not soft and adoring. I knew something was up by then; I was going to find out.

Problem was Stella and her family suddenly disappeared that time. At that same day, Sammy and his family disappeared.

Now, it’s been two years since then. Two years since that cunning bitch turned my own brother against me. Samuel, my non-blood brother, was now a brainwashed robot butler, Stella was still sick in his head and the strangest thing was they were living in The Palace. It’s the name of this place the party is being held.

It wasn’t strange that Stella could afford this place. It’s just that, this place belonged to a family rival of The Addams Clan: The Michel Family.

How is Stella living here? This was the main house. If there was another Michel main house built, our family would have known.

We stopped at an elegant rosewood door.

From the other side, I could hear moans and panting. Stella’s to be exact. And there was grunting coming from a familiar voice. The man’s voice screamed a girl’s name, not Stella’s, as he obviously came. Who was Gale?

Then, I could hear them start getting hot and heavy again. Do they ever get tired? They only stopped when Sammy softly knocked on the door.

I could hear the man curse and Stella giggle. Sheesh. Does this skank ever stop giggling?

And my guesses were correct as to who Stella was exchanging fluids with three minutes ago.

Dominique Michel. Hot (as ladies say) platinum blond, silver-eyed with a big shot family and an even bigger head. A year younger than me. Dumber than a peanut and has a goldfish’s attention span which would be five seconds tops. Michel Family Corporation’s top heir to the business throne. My second most important rival (next to Jazz).

Dominique stepped out the room looking all refreshed and turned to Sammy with a smug smile.

He tapped Sammy’s shoulder. “Sammy, take good care of my fiancé.” He put emphasis on the word fiancé. Arrogant bastard.