“Jealousy gon’ get you killed. You ain’t never gon’ to live that lifestyle. So stop starin’, and get yo rear end up before I give you something to cry about.” Your daddy yelled out from the tractor while you stared on the other side of your daddy’s farm, to your cousin’s real estate.

Born in a world luxury, something you desperately desired. Everyday your daddy had you and your siblings, working and maintaining the farm, you engraved the thought that you deserved that lifestyle, they didn’t.

You worked hard, they didn’t. THEY HAVE EVERYTHING HANDED TO THEM.

Growing sick of it, you found one of your mama’s books in the old attic of the barn. Daddy warned you not to mess with that stuff, as it got your mama into trouble before… You didn’t listen, instead you rummaged through the various dusty boxes.

And that’s when you found old books, mama used to be a practitioner of witchcraft. And when night came. You snuck out to the lake near the wooded forest. You followed the instructions from the three books, to be able to pull this off.

The full moon was your only source of light, the water was oddly still. It was quiet too. But you shook off the uneasy feeling, and preformed the ritual that’ll gain you the life you deserved—You began to grow tired, and when opened your eyes.

You were in your cousin’s bedroom, your hands were no longer calloused nor did your feet hurt like they normally did. Then you heard your uncle calling your name from downstairs. You quickly got dressed and headed downstairs.

“There they are, this here is my first born child.” Your once uncle, apparently your new daddy said proudly. “Do you remember the Riley’s? Come take a seat and meet your soon to be husband.” He said patted the chair parallel to Simon, the eldest son of the most filthy rich family in history.

He stared at you with a deadpan expression, his exterior remained harden. Almost as if he were glaring at you, yet he made no attempt to converse with you. Until his father cleared his throat, silently to obey his command.