Someone slammed into my shoulder. My books scattered across the hallway, notebooks sliding over the cold tiles. No one helped. Instead, a circle of shoes surrounded me. "Oops" "She dropped everything" "Too busy staring at girls, huh?" Laughter echoed through the corridor. I knelt to gather my things, but every time I reached for a notebook, someone kicked it farther away. Another student nudged my pencil case across the floor like it was a toy. Then a hand picked up my notebook. Relief flickered until I heard the words. "Let's see what this gay freak is hiding" "No...please" My voice barely came out. They flipped through pages filled with poems, unfinished stories, and letters I never intended anyone to read. One page made them stop. "So this is why" someone sneered. "Fucking pussy eater" The hallway exploded with laughter as one of them read my poem aloud in a mocking voice. "You're the stain in this school" "Who do you even like? Girls butts???" "Has she been staring at us?" People stepped away from me as though I carried a disease,not because they feared me,but because they feared becoming me. Before I could grab my notebook,a bucket of icy water crashed over my head. The hallway erupted in cheers as i dropped to my knees,trying to get away from the circle. Above me, a dozen phone lenses flashed with light, recording the way my breath hitched and broke. I buried my face in my wet sleeves, trying to disappear into the dark of my own arms, but the rhythmic clapping of the crowd vibrated right through the floorboards and into my chest. There was nowhere to look where someone wasn't smiling. My notebook landed at my feet. The cover was torn, and across it, written in thick black marker, was a single word. HELL. I stared at it, my vision blurring. I refused to cry. So I swallowed the tears, the shame, the anger, and the loneliness. But some pain can't be swallowed. It stayed. Long after the laughter fades.

If only I was born with a golden spoon,my life would have been so much better,I won't be looked down on and no one would ever dare throw me scorns.Just a month ago,I was brought to the hospital.The hospital was my beginning.... ------- In a world where love feels more like a curse than a blessing, Briann finds herself entangled in the cold, manipulative life of Massilo, a wealthy man bound by secrets and haunted by loss. Once a dreamer chasing peace, Briann becomes a shadow in Massilo's mansion-treated as nothing more than a maid after tragedy shatters both their worlds. Haunted by the death of her sister and the weight of betrayal, Briann's heart wrestles between hatred and the remnants of love she cannot kill. Massilo, torn by guilt and greed, hides behind power and control, unaware that his choices will destroy the only soul that ever truly cared for him. As their fates intertwine, love turns into punishment-and what was once bestowed upon them as destiny becomes the price they both must pay in tears, silence, and irreversible loss.

They were four girls who turned lies into luxury.Laurel and her friends made a living out of scamming rich men,flying first class,living in penthouses and vanishing before the bill came due. But one mistake changed everything. The man they scammed wasn't another sugar daddy. He was a mafia boss. And he doesn't forget. When Richardo Alterdo tracks them down,he takes everything - their money,their freedom,their laughter.Then he takes Laurel. She should hate him. She should run. But how do you run from a man who makes your heart race harder than your fear? In a twisted dance of power,revenge and desire,Laurel learns that luxury always comes with a price - and sometimes,the price is love. A dark comedy thriller about beautiful lies,dangerous hearts and the tragedy of falling for the man who was meant to destroy you. They chased money.He chased revenge.Only one will survive the luxury And who? . . . . . . READ FOR MORE DETAILS !!