KayleeI kept hearing annoying voices, but everything was dark. I couldn’t see a thing, yet I knew exactly where I was—the hospital.The sharp scent of sanitizers lingered in the air, clinging like a second skin, sterile and suffocating. I could hear nurses whispering nearby, their voices low, urgent, as if they were talking about me like I wasn’t even there.I tried to move, but I felt stuck. What the hell? I tried lifting my hand to rip off the bandages, but it was like a boulder was weighing it down. Every inch of me felt heavy—sluggish, like I’d been buried under wet concrete.“Miss Kingsley, please don’t move!” came a panicked voice.What the hell were they doing to me?“Let me go. I need to get out of here...And get this—whatever it is—off my goddamn face.”“Miss Kingsley, I need you to stay still.”“Can someone get me the fuck out of here? I have a runway to be on right now!”The nurse didn’t say anything. The room fell into silence. Thick. Tense. Like the air itself didn’t kn
SebastianHolding Olivia was like coming home—warm, familiar, and just a little addictive…okay a lot.She smelled amazing, and I wasn’t letting go anytime soon. The scent of her filled my lungs, calming the chaos constantly raging in my mind. I hadn't realized how starved I was for this feeling."I missed you so much, Olivia."She pulled back from my embrace. "What was so urgent that you couldn’t tell me, what kind of husband leaves his wife for days like that?" Her voice was soft as a pout formed on her lips. I had expected a scolding tone, maybe even a full-blown lecture, but instead, I heard a sweetness I could never get used to. It was the kind that chipped away at my walls.Her captivating hazel eyes stared back at me, but they held worry. Worry about what, exactly? Was it Philip? Or did they contact her? No… no, they wouldn’t dare. I made sure of that."Are you alright?" I asked in a quiet voice, laced with concern, the weight of the unspoken questions tightening in my chest."
OliviaI stood there, watching as they took my best friend away in the ambulance. Dark satisfaction coursed through my veins—warm, molten, almost addictive. Sirens howled in the distance, fading slowly as the ambulance disappeared around the corner.Well, I got a little help from a certain four-eyed apprentice. Turns out Kaylee had been torturing the poor soul for a year and a half now. But I didn’t expect the reaction from Virexil Noir to come this soon, though.Oh well. The earlier, the better, I suppose. I couldn’t wait to see what her face would look like afterwards—but that is only the beginning.That was just the matchstick.I was going to take every shade of success from her and bring her down to nothing. Not just scratch her ego, no—grind it to dust. That self-confidence she prided herself on so much… let’s see how that holds up once her face recovers.As I stood there, reminiscing on my victory like it was some sweet childhood memory, a voice came from behind me."Excuse m
KayleeNew York is such a beautiful place. I stood by my window, watching the massive billboard with my face on it—Kaylee Kingsley. The lights of the city twinkled around my name, like stars in the night sky, reminding me of all the heights I’d climbed to get here. Well, not heights—more like a trail of perfectly calculated betrayals and backstabbing, but let’s not ruin the poetry.Fashion Week was one of the biggest events in the industry, and I was going to own it. I always have. No competition could ever measure up to me, anyway. I’ve carved my place in this world, and now, no one can take it from me.My assistant came in, her voice barely audible. “Ms. Kaylee… you’ll be walking the runway at 9 p.m. tonight, and Luxavita wants an interview with you, so I—”“Hold it." I raised my hand to stop her. “Can’t you see I’m in a moment of solitude? What the hell gives you the audacity to barge in here and start talking?”“I’m s-sorry, ma'am,” she stammered. Her voice trembled, her entire bo
OliviaLying in bed alone, I kept tossing and turning. The silk sheets felt suffocating, what exactly did Kaylee and Phillip go to see my family lawyer for? The questions kept roaming through my mind like restless ghosts, but that wasn’t even the most important one. I missed Sebastian so much—everything reminded me of him. His cologne lingered in the fibers of my pillows. His deep voice echoed in the silence. And thanks to the time difference, we barely talked. Staying in bed wasn’t going to help my case though, so I picked up my phone and decided to call Phillip.The phone didn’t ring for long before he picked up.“Hey,” I said, dropping my voice to a sad whisper, soft enough to trigger sympathy.“Olivia.” He replied, his voice cold—ice-in-a-glass cold.“Phillip I just—”"I need to see you,” he cut me off, urgency lacing his voice.Well, I was going to suggest that anyway, asshole.“Okay,” I replied instead, keeping my voice low till he hung up.After the gala, we hadn’t seen each
OliviaI opened my eyes, and it was already morning. Falling asleep in Sebastian’s arms was one of my favorite things. His presence—warm, comforting, like a shield from everything else—was always the best way to end a day.But this morning, I rolled over in bed—and he wasn’t there.I sat up instantly, my body stiff from the sudden wakefulness. My head ached just a little, but I think the tea from last night really helped. It had been so damn strong, my senses were still tingling from it.The memory of how I threw myself at him last night played in my head, instantly bringing a smile to my face. Seems like my shamelessness was on full display whenever he was near.Suddenly, the door creaked open. I jerked out of my thoughts, Sebastian walking in dressed in a crisp suit. He looked far too serious for such a lazy morning. “Good morning,” he greeted, his pearly whites on display, looking effortlessly perfect.“You're up early, hubby,” I said, stifling a yawn. My tone was suspicious.I th
Sebastian“Congratulations once again, Mr. Lancaster!”Everyone kept congratulating me as I walked Olivia to the car. She clung to me—clearly drunk—and even though the gala hadn’t ended, I was done.The night felt like it had dragged on for hours. Every person, every conversation, every flash of a camera had become nothing but noise and fleeting images in my mind. Olivia was the only one that held my attention tonight, she rarely attended social events with me so tonight was special in every way. I could still see flashes from the cameras, but as we drove farther, the lights faded, and it was just us.I looked over at Olivia, who seemed half-asleep, her head resting against my chest. She was beautiful, even in that state. Her blond locks, once neatly pinned in a sophisticated updo, had fallen free and framed her face in soft, effortless waves. I couldn’t resist—gently, I swiped a few stray strands from her face, tucking them behind her ear.Eventually, she lifted her head, her dazed e
Philip My smirk was so wide I couldn't contain it. So perfect!The energy in the room was thick with anticipation. Eyes gleamed, glasses clinked, and I could practically taste the tension hanging in the air. These people didn’t just want the estate—they wanted the prestige, the bragging rights that came with it.So did I. I wasn’t here to play nice; I was here to win.“The starting bid is 200 million dollars…” the auctioneer announced, his voice echoing through the hushed room. A collective gasp rippled through the crowd, and my smirk only deepened. Oh, this was too good. Did they think this was going to be easy? Ha.Before he could even finish his sentence, paddles shot up—one after another. The bids were coming fast, 250 million, 320, 350. I glanced across the room at Sebastian, my eyes narrowing. His face was calm, almost detached. No surprise there. He always kept his composure. But what about Olivia? Where was she? Did she get sick of him already? Good. I hoped she did.“500 mi
PhilipThe scene made my gut clench like I'd swallowed broken glass. So I looked away disdainfully and moved through the crowd instead, looking for Kaylee who'd slipped away to leech on someone else.The clink of glasses, the subtle scent of expensive cologne, and the soft classical music playing in the background grated on my nerves. Drawing closer, I spotted her laughing and talking with some guy who looked like a sleazy douche raised with a silver spoon. His stupid gelled-back hair, fake tan, and polished shoes screamed mommy’s money. Most of the people at this gala inherited their family’s wealth. They’ve never worked a day in their lives.I tapped Kaylee on the arm. She turned, her smile still perfectly in place like it had been surgically attached.“Mr. Amos, please excuse me,” she said, flashing him a bright smile.I pulled her through the crowd and into a corner, away from the glittering chandeliers and fake compliments.“What the hell was that, Phillip?! That was Amos Markus