Mag-log in~~Selene~~I return home to see a truck filled with roses in the yard. The maid surrounds it, taking turns to offload the roses and take them into the mansion. Pamela walks up to me with an exhausted look on her face.“What are these for?” I ask her. She sighs.“Rain had them ordered. I have no idea what they are for.”Without another word, I make my way indoors. I am tired to my bones. The only thing I want to do is go to bed and sleep to get back some energy to brace for the coming days. But when I get in, the flowers are littered everywhere, sending a jolt of irritation through me. The scent is supposed to be nice and soothing. It's overstimulating instead. I ignore the urge to empty my stomach’s content and head upstairs to shower.Minutes later, I have changed into my nightdress when Rain walks in. He has a bunch of flowers in his hand, standing by the door with a smile on his face.“What is this?” I snap in a harsh tone.Rain steps forward, a smile playing on his lips. It’s hal
~~Selene~~The “victims” deny everything. Three women. The only ones we were able to get a hold of and convince to come for an investigation, they insist that the products caused the rashes on their faces.The skin reactions are so real it’s scary, but I am certain Vaughn Beauty products didn’t cause them. These ladies, however, do not want to hear a word of it.“You should be looking for how to resolve this,” one of them snaps, her expression bitter. “You should investigate your suppliers and ingredients, instead of trying to pin the blame on someone else.”Mary slams her hand down on a table, looking completely exhausted with the spectacle in front of her. “Don’t you understand? We have done our investigation. Our products are fine. We have tested them for any abnormality all morning, but there is none. This can only mean that you either used fake products, or you're trying to frame us. Who is behind this?”“No one,” the woman fires back stubbornly. “You think I don't have t
~~Selene~~Dr Shanahan is a lot more gentle than other doctors I have come across. He’s in his fifties, with a patch of grey hair on his temples. As he dresses the last injury on me, his forehead knots into a frown. “I can tell you’re going to be a real piece of work, Mrs Manchester, but I'm not complaining. The Manchester family needs some chaos. It seems your husband and father in law do not mind either.”My father in law? “How is Roman involved in this?”“Oh!” Dr Shanahan breaks in a beam. “He called me as soon as he discovered that you were attacked. Roman Manchester rarely makes requests for others, Mrs Manchester. You are one lucky woman.”I manage a smile, then wince as a sharp pain tears through my head as a result of the mob’s attempt to scalp me. As I make a mental note to thank Roman later, the door to the salon opens. A maid walks in with an enormous bouquet which she places in front of me.“This is for you, Missus.”Flowers are the last thing I need right now, but I
~~Rain~~Her mother? The same woman locked in an asylum? Selene should know her whereabouts. Why was she kept from knowing where her mother was?“I haven’t seen her since I was a kid,” she goes on. “Since Langston had her taken from this place years ago, it was the last time I set my eyes on her.” Selene looks up at me, her hand gripping mine tightly. “They keep saying she’s in an asylum, but what if that is a lie. I don’t know who else can help me with this, Rain.”So that’s it! The deal she made with her grandfather. Did she agree to marry me in hopes that she’d be able to see her mother again?I help her to her feet and head to the car. “We can talk about this later. You should head to the hospital now.”On second thoughts, the reporters may trace us to the hospital. I send a quick text to the Manchester family doctor to go straight to the house, then give Marcus instructions to leave.Pamela is waiting by the door when we get home. As soon as she sees Selene, relief floods her exp
~~Selene~~Rain doesn’t put me down till we get to the car. He gets in beside me and fastens my seatbelt, his eyes on my face the whole time. Outside, the crowd watches from a distance as Marcus pulls out of the premises.I relax into the car seat, still breathing unevenly. How did he know to come here? He should be somewhere else. At home, at work. Not here to witness such an embarrassing moment like this.“To the hospital,” he orders Marcus, his hands shaking slightly. My fingers curl into my laps.“I’d like to see my grandfather."“We’re going to the hospital.”“Rain!”“What the hell were you thinking?” he thunders all of a sudden. “Why did you come here? A trap was set for you, and you walked into it knowingly. You’re supposed to be smarter than this, Selene.”I push bile down my throat as tears well in my eyes. I shouldn’t be this emotional, but with everything that has just happened, I definitely need to decompress. Rain isn’t helping matters by shirting the blame to me.“What d
~~Rain~~It has been over an hour since I left the villa with one goal in mind. To confront Ethan Anderson.Selene is still asleep. I woke up to her curled on her side, hair ruffled from the journey my fingers went in it last night. Last night was… unexpected. Necessary, even. But that was all it was. A physical activity we both had to engage in to clear our heads.It changed nothing. Selene and I are two consenting adults who needed the sex to get rid of all the tension between us, and that’s it. This marriage is still nothing but a contract that will be void once the time is up. The tension had been building up for weeks, and it finally snapped. That doesn’t mean anything.Yet, I find myself outside this early morning, desperate to know everything there is to know about her.I pull up in front of an uncompleted building where my private investigator is waiting for me. Damon Cross leans against the wall, his forehead knotted in a frown.“You look refreshed,” he notes.“I slept well,”
~~Selene~~“Five percent!” Vivienne exclaims. “That’s enough to get Selene a seat on the Manchester group’s board. It should belong to me, grandpa. Will you let her take it all for herself?"It’s the evening after the engagement. We’re all seated in the large living room of the Vaughn villa after re
~~Rain~~ Until an hour before the engagement, I had contemplated ending everything. I almost made the engagement called off, ready to face the consequences. But when I saw Selene Vaughn, I changed my mind without further ado.One would think that a woman who stays off social media like it’s a plag
~~Selene~~It’s been two days since the scandal happened. Two days since I signed away my future to marry a guy I have only seen in business magazines. Today is my engagement, an event organized by the two families to fool the press that Rain Manchester and I had planned to get married a long time
~~Selene~~Ethan hasn’t replied to my texts. It’s been hours, and he hasn’t even read them. This is a first. He always has his phone right by him just so he can hear from me all day. My knuckles clench around the steering wheel, maneuvering my car away from the Vaughn estate. Grandfather had locke







