My Fairytale Was A Cruel Lie

e' s arm was wrapped firmly around Cayden's waist, his fingers splayed possessively against the curve of her hip. Cayden, in turn, had her head t

of polished marble and hushed wealth in a way Aracely never would

w why she st

hem. It's

s just holding on for

e a scene. He had turned it all back on her, calling her hysterical and jealous, making her feel like the crazy one. He' d enjoyed her tears. She learned then that her only defense was

she wasn't causing a scene, that she was taking her humiliation quietly like she was supposed to. He started t

her heel and walked out of the ballroom, the heavy

e-share, her fingers trembling slightly as she typed. She just wanted to g

ride arrived. The tinted window slid down, reveal

ommanded. It w

ut then she saw the passenger seat. Cayden was sitting there, a smug

scowled. "Don't even think abou

ent. "Oh, Ara, I'm so sorry. I get terribly carsick in

the door, but her body remained perfect

Aracely. "Don't make this difficult. Just ge

hung in the air: O

sliding onto the cold leather seat. The car smelled of Gage' s cologne a

rb, Cayden reached over and ran

, delicate fingers traced the sharp line of his chin, and Aracely could hear t

tion passing between them. Aracely felt a wave of nausea. She looked out the wind

leaning closer, a loud th

rritation. The back seat was empty. It took him a second to

kes, the tires screec

orming over to where Aracely stood on the s

hat had just pulled up behind them. "

ubmission. It was something else, something he didn't recognize. But his arrogance quickly

box. He shoved it into her hand. "Stop with the drama. P

ngle, tiny diamond chip. It was the kind of gene

let to his face. "Who is your girlf

nd a strange sort of pride that she'd figure

weet. She knows her place. You should learn from her." He leaned in closer. "Now, if you ever mention this to my parents or

fect, doting girlfriend and his brilliant, scholarship-student accessory.

ned, got into her ride-share, an

p of her wrist, adorned with a stunning, intricate diamond tennis bracelet. It glittered under the soft

d passed last week. Gage had complained about the price, but Cayden had stare

clutched in her hand. It wasn't just a gift; it was

ed. It was a t

You've had your turn playing the part of Ga

game was over. They weren