Until two months ago, the world was my damn oyster.

Our family has always been a part of high society and I was born and raised with everything I could have dreamed of. My parents made sure to give me all the support and provided me everything that my heart's desired like driving the most expensive car in town, or wearing the latest designer clothes with a maid at my beck and call to fulfill my every need.

They also drilled it into my head that meeting a wealthy man to settle down with is the way to go. Not like Ayla, who thinks being smart matters. I know what being book smart can do, but I also know having a man with money to keep you in a life of luxury beats that, hands down.

So when Kade came into my life, I knew it had been my calling. Kade Sinclair is like every girl's dream. When I saw him across the room while I was having drinks in some beach club abroad, I had a moment of panic because I never thought I stood a chance. He's the first man I ever genuinely loved. One look and I was a goner. He's hot, young and rich, the trifecta that I've come to accept was my due. I knew all about him through magazines that talked about his life in prominence as being the only heir to Sinclair Enterprises. His family is mega rich, while ours isn't too shabby, but we're nowhere near their level.

So that day, I sneak back into my room and done more research about him before meeting him. There's not much that I could find because he's known for being very private and mysterious that as much as media wants to know about him, they never get the chance. All I could find is informations from these damn 'sources'.

But it's okay. I'll take whatever I can use. It didn't matter to me whether or not he has a girlfriend, that woman is no match for me. I've had years of experience with boys and even men twice my age. I've learned just how to twist a man around my fingers, and now with Kade Sinclair in my sights, I have no doubt I will reel him in. The excitement was almost too much to bear, and I found myself grinning into my pillow as visions of the future with the most handsome and wealthy man played through my head.

So the next day, I set out my plan, put on my innocent act and approached him. I expected a little resistance at first, so imagine my surprise when he flirted back. When he brought me to his room later that night and fucked me senseless, I see it as the universe telling me that I deserve everything I set my eyes on. The sex was better than anything I'd ever experienced, ever since I'd lost my cherry at fourteen to one of my father's business partners. Kade flew back to states the next day but not before telling me that I'll be seeing him soon.

A month later, he moved in our town and I was easily became the most envied girl in our community. Some of my friends thought everything is happening so fast when he proposed two months after we met, but I didn't care. If a man that's as handsome and as rich as Kade picked me to be his wife, I'll do whatever damn thing I can to make sure he's bind to me in every possible way. I also didn't care that he has been fending off my advances and the one and only time he touched me was that one night in Costa Rica.

Kade was my ultimate prized and beside the fact that he's a key to secure my future, I was really in love with him by then. He dotes on me like a good boyfriend, if not for our lacked of sex, but still, I feel cherished and pampered. He's everything I've ever wished for.

Maybe that's why the betrayal cuts so deep.

Not even the death of my father, or the sentencing of my mother caused me this so much devastation.

At first I felt rage, then sadness and back to anger again. While I was deduced to a mere pauper and being shunned by everyone in our hometown, and all the while looking for Kade everywhere in hopes that he can save me from this predicament I was in, turns out he and my sister was out here living their lives in happiness.

I had so many questions in my head and I stumbled back on my feet as I feel the panic threatening to choke me.

How long has this been going on?

Did they planned this?

If my friend, Jessica hadn't called me when she saw them I would never have known. I tore down the streets from my Aunt's house where I lived temporarily out of pity, towards this restaurant they where dining in.

Life have been fair to me up until now. Seeing him hold her hand and smile down at her when they left the restaurant, the way he seated her in the car and even pulled the seatbelt around her before placing a tender kiss on her lips was enough to make me want to commit murder. No one could hear my screams in the confines of my car as I watched them. No one was there to witness my meltdown as I cried tears of anger and betrayal.

That should be me. Not her. Especially not her.

It was only then that I realized how much I truly hated Ayla and wanted her gone. Growing up, I pretty much ignore her just like everyone else in our family but sometimes I questioned why our parents didn't dote on her as much as they did to me until I found out the reason. During one of my mother's rare drunken night, she had revealed that she should've given Ayla to her father when she had the chance because she reminds her a lot of that 'night'.

I had no idea what she's talking about but only one thing was clear to me that time, Ayla was the result of her affair in the past. My initial reaction was to hate my mother, but when she's constantly pushing me to be better than Ayla at everything, I get a kick out of making her life miserable.

My first attack was when some jock in our school asked her to dance. I told him to ditch her and I make him do my bidding by merely flashing him my cleavage and promising to fuck him after he delivered. I've always been able to snatch everyone and everything away from her since then. Including the friends she used to have when we were kids had all become mine, except one. When some guys started noticing her because they thought that she's pretty, I squash their idea by spreading some rumors about her. In my mind, her mere presence is a threat that can ruin my family apart. If my parents aren't too fond of her, why should I be?

But seeing her now with Kade, I can't help but wonder if this is her way to get back at me. She must've played the victim and lured him in behind my back. That bitch. Someone like Kade would never be satisfied with that imbecile.

I took a deep breath and pulled out my phone. I won't lose to her. I hadn't come this far to lose everything because of her. No way in hell.

**

"I'm not doing it." he hissed through gritted teeth as I slowly sank down on his cock.

I looked out the back window where I have the view of the school gate. It had taken me the better part of a week to find out what I wanted to know. I'd even given thought to hiring a private investigator among other things. There's been no shortage of ideas running through my head since I become obsessed with the idea of getting back at her. I have no doubt I can win him back. I just need to get her out of the picture.

I've been driving myself nuts in that time trying to get ahold of any information until I found out that the bitch went on and enrolled herself to the university just as she planned and Kade bought her a place in a most upscale area in the city. I hate her. It's only a matter of time before a man like Kade gets bored of her, I knew that. It'll be easier for him to forget her once she's gone.

At that thought, I rode the cock now stuffed inside me in completion and I let my mind drift back to the present. I gripped the backseat as I grind on his lap, smirking at the sight of pure ecstasy on his face. Logan is just one of my conquests I've had in our hometown. He's a young pastor who caught my attention during one of Sunday's mass that me and my family attended. Although he's nowhere near Kade's league, Logan is pretty much good to look at and he had a decent body to match it with.

I didn't go looking specifically for Logan, he just happened to be the simp that took the bait when I sent out my lure. It was just a few weeks after Kade moved in our town and since he decided he will not touch me again until our wedding, I was pretty much lonely, and honestly, there's a different excitement about sex with Logan. I made him broke his vow of celibacy on the restroom at the back of his church, and God help me, I would do it again.

Running my tongue against the shell of his ear, I whispered, "You'll do it because I said so." I clenched my core to coax him, just the way I'd learned he liked; the way that was sure to drive him insane with lust.

He grabbed my ass and began slamming his hips upward, driving himself deeper inside me. His loud groans echoed inside the car and I knew we will caught attention soon.

"Ssh, slow down. I'm not going anywhere." I lifted my tit to his mouth and he went wild, chewing and nibbling like he'd been starved for my taste, which he very well might be since the last time I let him have me was a month ago.

When I asked him to come here last week, I told him about my plans and what I needed him to do. Of course not before blackmailing him. I never thought the photos that I had of him will come in handy. And now that the time is close to execute my plan, I feel the fresh wave of excitement soared through me.

I turned and covered Logan's mouth with mine. It was a wild ferocious kiss with lip biting and tongue dueling while he kept up a steady pounding into me as I bounced on his lap. I felt his fingers digging inside my butthole, and I let out a moan.

I ripped my mouth from him. "Do it, and I'll let you do anything to my body."

Something flash in his eyes and I knew he'll do as I please like the pathetic fool that he was, as long as I let him play out his sick fantasies on my body.

His hands were rough on my ass as he used it to push and pull me off and on his cock, which felt like it would split me in two. The pain was sweet but nothing like with Kade.

Soon.

Soon it'll be me on his side like it was supposed to.