Ivy Lewis, a 17-year-old girl that has lost everything and has gained nothing. She lost her mom and dad in a car accident, her grandpa, after the loss of his daughter, became an abusive, drunk gambler. The worst part is that every penny she makes feeds his addiction. There is one speck of light though, she gets an acceptance letter to Westwood. The school that's basically everything in one. Elementary school, Middle school, High school, and University.
Felix Lee. A classic rich boy, rich parents, great family business, a girlfriend that can influence his whole future greatly. He basically had his life set in stone. But what happens when he forgets his anniversary and conveniently finds a beautiful charm bracelet on the floor.
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Walking the halls, holding a stack of books in hand, I suddenly bump into something causing my books to fall and me to topple over onto my butt.
I looked up to see a chick with brown eyes and blonde hair glaring. She clung onto an Asian boys arm until her glare turned into a sweet smile. She offered her hand, hesitantly I took it until I saw what was on her wrist.
"Why do you have my bracelet?!" I yell harshly as I stand up without her help. The boy instantly bleaches into a paler color as the girl frowns her eyebrows together.
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Ivy has been groomed to be the first female Don of the Greyson mafia since she was little. Her whole life revolves around preparing herself for the role. From all the combat training she had endured, to pursuing business in college. It was all in anticipation for this role.
But fate had another plan for her when she met Luke, a man who saved her and ultimately showed her what she's been missing in her life. Now, she has to decide if her ambitions are worth letting go for a shot at love.
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"I'm sorry I hurt you." I choked out the words. I truly am sorry. I'm fighting against myself so hard by now to not show him how much I yearned for his approval.
He takes two step forward, closing the gap between us and his hand reaches up and seize my throat, forcing me against the wall. His grip wasn't soft and loving, but filled with pain and bruising truth. He leaned closer and I felt his hot breath fanning my ear. "Not good enough, princess."
My hands started shaking, I fisted my skirt, trying my best to compose myself and stop that lone tear that's threatening to escape.
His rough palms gripped my face up to meet his raging eyes. I can see the bottled up rage and frustration bubbling to the top, threatening to spill over. But I also see that burning desire, the same one I'm fighting against. He wants me. But he also hates me. Two conflicting emotions together, battling inside him.
"You're angry."
"No shit, Sherlock."
I can tell he wants to hurt me, physically, emotionally, just as much as I have hurt him. And yet, whatever remnant of care that he possessed for me is holding him back. Forcing him to push back that need to inflict pain.
"Use me."
"What?" His harshness falters a little, surprised at my words.
My trembling hands slide against his hard chest, feeling the heat of his boiling rage.
I lean closer, my lips brushing lightly against his ear and I whispered. "Let it out. Punish me."
• MATURE THEMES 18+ •
Started: Oct 10, 2021
Finished: ???