"Fuck!" The seventeen year old switched on the lamplight. She glanced at the clock, it was four in the morning. Chantel grew up at a boarding school in Rosewood Pennsylvania. There, the young girl began suffering from anxiety which later lead to depression, so her mother brought her back to Hemlock Grove and put her under the care of Dr Norman. She was off therapy and pills for now but her mother do, let her go for her routine check ups.

And when Chantel thought everything would be fine, she began to have recurring nightmares—about supernatural beings over the summer. But she'd kept it to herself as she didn't want to go back to therapy or medications, those things really do tire her.

She reached for her phone, she fell asleep watching Teen Wolf and now the battery was drained out. "Shee-it." She cursed.

She charged her phone and went down to the kitchen to have a glass of milk, the basement door was wide open. Susan had mentioned over dinner, that she had to submit some files by sunrise, her mother was a workaholic no wonder she's always drained.

Chantel poured two glasses of cold milk and went down the basement, their basement was not like the basements she'd been to. It was well lighted and covered with beautiful Victorian wallpapers, Susan used it as her home office.

"Honey," her mother glanced at the wall clock and then back to her. "You're up early."

"Slept early," she lied, if her mother did have an inkling of knowledge about her nightmares. She'll be back in Dr Norman's office before she could say 'Shee-it'.

"Thank you," Susan beamed taking a glass from her.

Chantel sipped the milk and looked down at the blueprints, "nice..."

"Maria Godfrey's upcoming backyard." Her mother said. Maria was the wife of Dr Norman Godfrey, Norman was the younger brother of the late J.R. Godfrey. The man behind the White Tower.

Chantel tapped the porch swing with her pointing finger, "that'll be my new favourite place at Letha's."

"I know," her mother smiled at her. Letha was the daughter of Norman and Maria. The only cousin of Roman and Shelley.

Chantel had been busy binging Teen Wolf from her laptop and checking her social, to and fro. Until, it was time for breakfast. Susan was already at the kitchen making toasts. The young girl took a seat, "at what time you're leaving mom?"

"By seven," her mother announced as she served the toasts. "What about you, any plans for the day?"

"Yeah," she nodded. "I've lunch with the girls."

"That's nice," Susan mumbled sipping her morning coffee.

After her mother left, she was jamming to 'señorita' by Shawn Mendes & Camila Cabello when her phone pinged. She froze. A notification from Olivia Godfrey wife of late J.R. Godfrey, mother of Roman and Shelley Godfrey.

She hesitantly tapped on her phone screen. Olivia wanted her at the manor by ten. For what? She had absolutely no fucking idea. But Olivia only calls or text for a reason. She'd requested Gia to drop her off, since her car was still at the garage due to an oil leak. And calling a cab will take another ten-fifteen minutes and she was already running late.

The security guard let them through the gate, after seeing Chantel's familiar face. The driveway stretched almost half a mile before the manor could be seen. You should rename the property as Rome. Chantel had suggested, when she'd first visited the manor, taken aback by the size of the building as well as the land. Roman had told her that there were around thirty rooms and the servants had their very own quarters outside the manor. Why does a family of three, need thirty rooms? Only the Godfrey's knew.

By the look on Gia's face, she could tell that even the girl besides her was astonished. As they pulled up at the driveway, Chantel suggested. "Why don't you come in?"

"Nah," she was quick to decline. "Mrs Godfrey is scary."

Olivia Godfrey scares the shit out of everyone. The entire town was afraid of her, like she was a monarch. But she was a monarch in a democratic world; using her influence, power and money over people. But on the other hand, she's the sexiest women alive—with sharp features, raven hair and perfect almond eyes. Everyone could clearly see where Roman got his undying looks from.

"Thank you." Chantel waved at Gia as the girl nodded and drove away.

Olivia Godfrey was already standing by the double doors, wearing a black seductive plunging neck line lace dress. Chantel still can't belief this woman was a mother of two teenagers.

"Hello darling." Olivia welcomed the girl in that cold condescending tune of her's. If Chantel didn't knew any better, she'd totally think that Olivia loathed her.

"Good morning Mrs Godfrey." Chantel smiled at the queen of Hemlock Groove.

The interiors of the manor was as extravagant as the property itself, every corner screamed luxury at it's finest and every time Chantel walks through these doors—she feels like she'd descended to one of the castles from the fairytale books her mother read to her, when she was a kid.

"You look lovely," Olivia complimented. "You know how to pull yourself together, unlike most girls."

Chantel was wearing a black mini spring dress with white polka dots, her hair tied up in a high rise ponytail a long black ribbon falling from it.

That was like a heartfelt hug from the cold hearted woman and that's the best she could offer. Chantel wasn't complaining at all. She was thankful, that Olivia Godfrey was accepting of her or she never truly approves of anyone or anything.

"Thank you," Chantel said. "Where's Rome?"

"In his natural habitat." Olivia puffed nodding upstairs.

Chantel furrowed her brows.

"He's not banging some random girls," Olivia let out a sharp laugh. "If that's what you thought." She continued.

"Of course not." Chantel chuckled awkwardly.

She didn't have to hear that from Roman's mother. Olivia liked to joke every now and then—like Roman but it makes her super uncomfortable when Olivia jokes. Because with Olivia none can tell when she's joking and when she's not. And Chantel knew the rules of the manor clearly. No parties. No girls.

"Anyway, we need to take the stubborn boy shopping." She pressed her lips, "and you know how Roman is with shopping, but he listens to you."

Like Roman Godfrey ever listens to anyone. But Chantel got the point, at least, he listens to her to an extent.

Olivia guided her up the spiralling staircase, on top of it a giant chandelier hung, with drops of beautiful crystals that sparkled like diamonds. She twisted the golden door knob and they entered Roman's bedroom. The room was dimly lit and had a very woody, masculine feel to it. His blinds were always shut, like he'd burn at the very first ray of sunlight or something.

Chantel had been here a couple of times but every time she enters the room—she feel a quack of anxiety taking over her. His stuffs were scattered as always. The help do arrange his room on a daily basis but as soon as Roman enters, this disaster was inevitable.

She'd told him once, "you and I can never live together Rome, because I'm a clean freak and you scatter your things everywhere."

To which he'd replied easily, "we can always shift to a different room, every single night."

Roman was laying down shirtless, sound asleep. This wasn't the first time she'd seen him asleep or shirtless but still, it doesn't help. He was Roman Godfrey after all, perfection was an understatement.

Olivia sat on the mahogany bed putting the weight of her hand on Roman's thighs. Roman opened his eyes and checked the time. He complained loudly. "Gosh! Do the fields need tolling?"

He sunk his head back into his comfortable pillow, totally ignoring the presence of his mother. Roman doesn't get along with his mother, and Chantel knew all about it.

"Much as it pains me to deprive monsieur of his customary 14 hours, he has an appointment." Olivia said sarcastically.

Roman covered his head with his pillow. Chantel used to do that as a child when she needed to escape the world, she still do it at times.

"A little help here darling." Olivia gestured the girl standing in the middle of the room.

"Rome_" before she could even begin, he tossed the pillow away and open his dreamy eyes. Clearly surprised by the fact that, she was here.

Olivia grinned tapping Roman's thighs. "You need new clothes."

"I don't need new clothes." He yawned as he rose up lazily. "It has taken me 17 years to perfect my look, all right?"

Olivia rose up and picked up a vest. "Apparently not enough time to learn the distinction between vintage and old." She tossed the white vest at Chantel.

She caught the vest, the smell of spicy and woody oud wood overpowering her.

"We're going shopping." Olivia voice was sharp as a razor.

Chantel tossed the vest back at Roman. "Put something on."

He ran his fingers through his hair and picked the vest up.

His movements slow as he put the piece of clothing on, then he trained his attention back to Olivia. "Isn't Norman saying that in this economy we need to be backing off on the conspicuous consumption front?" He got out of bed. "It makes us unsympathetic."

"And I suppose if your uncle Norman lent you: The Communist Manifesto I'd have to find recipes for borscht." Olivia sat down on the chair. Lighted a cigarette. "Roman you're an adult more or less probably and I know you'd rather spend your day with your darling Chantel, then your own mother."

Just like his mother Olivia, Roman was a chain smoker as well.

"At least you know that." Roman said stretching out his arms, his muscles flexed. Fuck!

Chantel steadied her mind and finally said. "Shall we?"

"Shall we what sweetheart?" He pouted focusing on Chantel. She almost blushed, she was so used to all the name callings but when adults were around, it was still weird—to her.

Olivia rose up. "Shopping of course."

Roman stared at Chantel in an unreadable expression, then he finally winked. "You owe me."

Shopping was a walking nightmare for Chantel, it's not that she don't love shopping but shopping with Roman especially with company was a big no-no. Every single store they went, he'd pick up a provocative piece of clothing that catches his eyes and displayed it, like he was in a commercial. "You'll look great in these." He'd say.

Which Olivia would response. "Of course she would."

By lunchtime they'd wrapped up their shopping spree. Chantel had a lunch date with the cheerleaders and she was running late. She'd informed Olivia and Roman before hand about her plans, so they pulled up outside the continental restaurant. The Continent: the wooden sign read.

Before she could get down, Roman turned to her and handed her a brown paper bag. A devilish smile appeared on his face. "I promise it's not the lingerie I pulled out at Senza."

Chantel wanted to give him a piece of her mind but Olivia was around, so she bite down her temper and took it, "thank you."

"Come over for dinner one of these days, darling." Olivia said putting on her shades.

"I will Mrs Godfrey, thank you." Chantel thanked the woman.

"Don't miss me much," Roman winked at her as she got down from the car.

"Idiot!" She said to herself as the dark gray Bentley Continental GT S, sedan drove away. That's what Olivia Godfrey drove when she's not driving her black Range Rover Velar.