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Entwined: Stuck in Her Grip

🇳🇬Astra_Qilla
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◾ SYNOPSIS◾ He stood motionlessly, his cloth dripping of excess muddy liquid, his gaze fixed on the retreating petite figure, riding away on her bicycle. His face was as phlegmatic as ever, his icy stare lingering on the lucky lass. "Just say the word, Zay", his friend nudged. An almost inaudible sigh escaped his lips. He dug his finger into his hair, ruffling it a bit. He turned around and walked towards his car, not even sparing his friend a glance. As soon as he gets in, he shuts the car door, placing his head on the car's head rest while closing his eyes. His men understood the message and put down their guns. Jove shook his head and turned to walk to the car. "It's your first time, dude. What the heck happened?" He asked, walking into the car. "Take the wheels, Damon." His mesmerizing yet cold voice rang, ignoring Jove's question. Jove sighed dramatically and leant back on the seat, bringing out his phone - he was used to his best friend already. Zayde Stoll was the name. His name alone triggered lots of emotions - love, admiration, fear, hatred and every other feelings one could possibly have. He was dangerously handsome; an exact opposite of his real self. At 25, he already was the world's youngest billionaire, having the least number of ten companies in each country. His name made great men fall to their knees and everyone wondered how his fame grew that much. He was known to be eerily cold and he killed without second thoughts. He only needed to say the word and whoever would drop at his feet. He was a real description of a merciless demigod and people shook when he entered college. Jove was his best friend and the only person he talks to aside his Dad, despite their very striking differences. Jove complimented his name - he was one hell of a jovial person and really cheerful...but the heck, he was the world's biggest player. Although he condemned the manner with which Zayde handled his victims, he knew he couldn't do anything about it, having known Zayde since childhood. "Damon! You want to kill us?!" Jove suddenly yelled, yanking off the earpiece he had on. He had fallen back on impulse from the near death crash they barely escaped. He glanced at Zayde, a mistake at first, because the latter never acted like something just happened. His men kept stoic faces too, leaving him dumbfounded. "Am I the only living thing in this car? Because Damon almost sent us to our earliest graves and none of you will f**cking tell me you didn't see that!" Jove yelled. He was this close to being infuriated. Damon chuckled loudly. "It was only a mistake", he said with a shrug. "Yeah, a mistake that would've marked an end to my beautiful life", he said bluntly, his voice unable to mask the sarcasm. "You should be shameless at times, Jove." Boris said, turning back to look at Jove. Just then, Zayde put on his headphone with a slightly irritated huff, a clear indication everyone were disturbing him. They all shut up at once, returning to their previous activities. "You'll watch them kill me one day." Jove mumbled, sinking down into the seat.
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Chapter 1 - Good news

Arlene peeped through her window and when she was sure no one was in, she snuck into her room. She shut the window and turned to walk to her bed but grabbed her chest with a gasp when she met her best friend, Delaney, smiling widely, waving a white paper at her face.

"What the f**ck are you doing here? You almost killed me!" She whispered in a half yell, trying not to alert her step mom.

She suddenly grabbed Delaney's ear and twisted it really hard. "Ouch! Arly! Let go of my ear!" Delaney winced.

Feeling satisfied, she released her already reddened ear, with a smirk plastered on her face.

"The next time you try scaring me this way, I'll feed you trash." She said, sitting carefully on her bed. It wasn't worth the title 'bed' in the real sense. It was simply a scrawny piece of riff-raff. She couldn't risk her butt bone being broken.

"What's with the smile?" Arlene asked, looking at Delaney who still wore a huge grin.

"I opened your mailbox today."

"And?"

"I found this letter. Here." She said, extending the paper to Arlene, raw excitement in her eyes.

Arlene took her gaze to her best friend's hand, and then to her face. She was suddenly skeptical and she couldn't tell why. "Have you read it?" She asked, pushing the letter towards Delaney.

"Yup!" She nodded quickly.

"Then I'll love to hear it from you." She added, giving Delaney a wink.

Delaney felt delighted. "You know the scholarship exam you wrote last month?"

Arlene tilted her head to the side. "Which is it?"

"I meant the CADAZELLE's."

"Oh! Yeah. What about it?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Delaney asked, her grin widening by the minute. "I wouldn't have been asking if it were." Arlene replied with an eye roll.

"You qualified, numskull!" Delaney shrieked. Arlene gave her a long look. "What? You aren't happy?"

"A numskull knows nothing, Del." She pointed.

"Oh! Forgive me, Arly. You're the smartest. Happy now?" Arlene replied with yet another eye roll. "But seriously, you mean I won the scholarship?"

"Yap!"

"Aah!" They shrieked loudly, skipping like nine-year olds while holding hands.

The door suddenly flew open and Arlene's step mom stormed in, a menacing look on her face. She threw a hard glare at Delaney and then at Arlene.

"It's always you misleading this cretin. You should mind the way you frequent this house - you have one. And as for you, you'd better gone to ask Michelle for a dress. Your dad's returning this evening. You can keep the dress after that, don't go returning it. I don't have money to spend on getting you a new one." She ordered and walked out, but walked right back in almost immediately. "I'd better not hear any of your ear splitting voices. You're disturbing Max." With that, she slammed the door shut.

Delaney and Arlene shared a look. "Another boyfriend?" "You make it sound cool. It's her man friend." Arlene replied, sitting back on her bed. Delaney shrugged, sitting too.

"Is your Dad aware?"

Arlene chuckled mirthlessly. "Who would tell him? Me? Pfft! Then I'll be dead by morning."

"When am I to resume?" Arlene asked after some time, a smile creeping up her face, a clear indication she was fed up with her step mom's dumb stories. "The letter says you can start tomorrow, or wait till next week."

"The hell! I'm starting tomorrow."