TWISTED DESIRE

st prestigious school in the city. Only the wealthiest families sent their children h

in, arms crossed, his designer shoes tapping against the pavement. Even at ten year

o him," Raymond muttered, his

rivilege, flicked her golden curls over her shoulder. "And I told you I can

where Jeffrey sat quietly on a bench, flipping through a second-hand textbook. Unlike the other kids, he d

d hate

the way her eyes lit up when she spoke about him. A po

bel," Raymond scoffed

than you," Isa

while Raymond barely cared about schoolwork. His father always said

d reply, a soft voi

ouldn't

. Her uniform was slightly faded, her shoes worn at the edges. Like Jeffrey, she

ays. But now, as she stood in front of him, her

ion. Cu

k at him like s

. "I'm just telling Isabel to stop wast

she said. "Because I thought people like you

ds stru

ng toward Jeffrey without another word. As she sat beside him, Raymond

ling settled

was, but he knew one

life, Raymond Kingsley wante