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 father's affluent gifts to the lifestyle she upholds, some could only dream to live like her for even a mere a day. But is it really all it seems? The glitz, the glamour, luxury?

My phone rings seeing zahirie's contact I don't answer but pressed declined, he calls two more times I declined each time Turning off my read receipts also. I search up a random video on Pinterest with a couple it looks like me but it's not "Enjoying my man's company," I post it turning my phone WiFi off closing my phone I placed it down Laying down i felt a rush of excitement . Getting up I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and get ready for bed I hum Alkaline: Thug loving before exiting the bathroom i smile dancing around. I jump at the figure on my bed i touch the light switch "JESUS!," I exclaimed seeing an angry zahirie sitting on my bed with my phone in his hand. His eyes are red and low, he smells like a mixture of weed and expensive cologne Holding my chest as my heart pounds I don't move towards him. Getting up he comes over to me He grabs me by my throat not hard but so that I can feel a bit pressure "Who yah fuck wid,?" He asks his deep voice sending chills up my spine and down to my coochie. He reaches down touching my front He tilts his head "Betta," he says pulling away Weh him mean by dat? He grips my throat again giving me a look "Who dat yuh post,?" He asks as I don't answer he asks again this time voice getting deeper and grip tighter "A random video mi find," I say struggling to breathe he loosened his grip "Stop fuck wid mi yer," he says letting go of my neck moving towards the door "Suppose mi did ave man yah weh yuh woulda do,?" I ask he stopped turning towards me "Fuck around and find out," his tone is deadly and serious he sounds scary and the look on his face scares me "Turn on yuh WiFi and nuh decline man call ago call yuh as mi reach inna eh car doh mek eh phone ring out," he instructed leaving my room Not even a minute later he calls I answered on the first ring. His face comes in the camera as he smirks "Good girl," he stated driving off Wah kinda mad man dis mi go tek up pon mi head fada God?

𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴.

" 𝘈𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘯𝘶𝘯 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 "

" 𝘙𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 - 𝘐 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 " 𖢇

" 𝘞𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘺𝘶𝘩 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘶𝘩- 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘩 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘧𝘪 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 "

𝒚𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒎? 𝒚𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒅𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒂? 𝒚𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒚? 𝒚𝒖𝒉 𝒏𝒐 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒅.

Sometimes secrets are worst than lies but what happens when they're both combine with love..... Let's go on a journey with Toni Shay Hill and O'Dillion McFord to see what life is like when mixed with LOVE+ Lies and Secrets. A Jamaican Romantic Fiction Novel ................

I've studied psychiatry long enough to know the eyes are the soul. Hers... there's nothing deranged in them, yet something about those eyes makes me question everything I know about control, about obsession, about myself. Who is Aala O'Donelle? And why is she on the psyche ward?