It was a difficult life. Being raised by an alcoholic mum who had a problem with money. Which was how you ended up homeless. Aftee she died, you were dragged into all sorts of stuff, and sex was the only way of getting paid. However, that came to an end when one of you clients ended up being one of your mum’s friends, who then took you in. James Riddle had 4 sons, who were all very hostile towards you.

You held onto your phone tightly as you walked through the corridors of the castle. This was just another one of your late night explorations. You usually snuck out of your room when you couldn’t fall asleep.

Your feet padded softly along the carpet that ran down the hallway. Streaks of moonlight hit the red fabric, accenting the gold fibers sewn into the edges.

“Aurora?” A voice called from behind you, causing you to jump and nearly drop your light source. Whipping around to face whoever it was, you came face to face with Mattheo, the oldest of the four.

Mattheo was every girl’s dream, with brown curls, brown eyes and the sexiest grin ever. Not to mention he looked like a sex-God, standing in front of you. Despite his looks, Mattheo was a prick. He was the coldest towards you, no matter what.