Chapter 5: She's back.

Cielle's POV.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" He seethed as he hit the brakes, his eyes red with anger.

My lips trembled as I glared at him with widened eyes.

"I need to go."

I wasn't really looking at him.

" You need to go?" He scoffed.

"You almost got yourself killed, again!" He growled and the heat of his anger stung my face.

"My baby... Ashley has my baby. I need to get my child. Please help me," I shrieked, and he raised a brow.

"Your baby?

Well, would you look at that." He gritted his teeth as he spoke.

"She's with your baby, so?

What are you going to do then?

How are you going to get your baby from her?

By crying and looking like a sore loser?" He bellowed his fingers raking through his thick curly hair.

"Are you going to get your baby back by losing all the remaining strength you have?

Are you going to get your baby by screaming for help?

Nobody pities a pathetic woman.

Nobody empathizes with one.

You're smart enough to know that, so quit crying and wipe off your damn tears," he snapped as I stiffened, his words creating more impact than I had imagined.

"I... I just want my baby back." My sobs choked me as I tried to explain.

"I went there to kill her with the gun...

and she told me my baby was alive.

I just want my baby back, please." I continued to sob as my entire face was drowned in my own tears.

"Then take your baby back, together with everything you have lost.

Make her weak.

Strike her where it hurts the most.

When they least expect."

His eyes gleamed as he spoke, and I felt courage from his words.

"Make them vulnerable. Take away their power, and then strike till they breathe their last.

That's how you keep your baby safe and get victory and revenge on the same platter."

He ended my speech, and his hands ran to mine.

"I can help you, if only you let me,"

He whispered to me as he watched me keenly, my eyes roaming their sockets.

"If you want me to help you, then you will have to play by my rules.

Are you willing to do that?" He asked with a heavy breath and I nodded rather too quickly as I tightened my grip on his palm.

He looked at me, almost pitying me for how miserable and helpless I was.

My first mistake was trusting Ethan enough to hand over my company and wealth to him.

My second mistake was thinking and believing my pain was enough to give me strength to fight and conquer them.

My third was underestimating that bitch, Ashley.

But it was all for good—at least now I knew who I was up against.

I was no match for them, well, not in this feeble and weak state.

"Good girl."

A smirk curled up his lips as I watched me.

***

"Mr. Zayn Parsley…" the security guard mouthed as he glared at the long list in his hands.

After scanning through, "Ohh, Mr. Parsley," he gasped with realization.

"Welcome to the party." His eyes narrowed as they landed on me, and Zayn pushed a shrug off his shoulders.

"I do not appreciate your eyes lurking around my date.

Can we go in?" Kia asked, his voice low, and for some reason, laced with annoyance.

He hummed with a nod and stepped aside.

With my arm looped around his we walked into the party hall.

"You know what to do, right?" He asked as he led her to the dance floor, his hand steadied on her waist.

I nodded quietly, averting his piercing hazel eyes.

I finally agreed to go by his rules, but I could feel my skin burn with impatience.

But then I stiffened, her eyes glaring at someone in a distance.

"Ashley and Ethan are here," I said with indifference, and he led me to the side.

Let the fun begin.

"Good day, ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to our merge party," Ethan announced, and the guests quieted down.

"As you all know, we are gathered here today to celebrate an achievement—a milestone achieved by my company," he continued his speech as his fiancée smiled sheepishly beside him.

"We have reached a phase where our competitors have only dreamed of reaching, and today... today we come to celebrate."

He raised his glass of champagne, and the crowd cheered after him.

Joker!

His company?

He didn't deserve anything.

He owned nothing.

He stole everything from me.

Now I was bent on ruining him.

My blood boiled even though I managed to smile.

I wanted to snack his face.

No, I wanted to rip his head off.

"To commemorate this great achievement, and as a little tip to me and Ashley's upcoming wedding, we would like to play a short video.

A video that is dear to us—a vision of our new merged company," he said, and a round of applause thundered within the crowd.

With a mischievous smirk on his lips, Zayn raised his wrist to his jaw.

"It is time," he whispered into his wristwatch and we waited patiently for the show to begin.

The lights went out, and the projector screen placed on the wall became illuminated.

But instead of Ethan's precious company's video coming into play, a sex scene from one of his scandalous affairs flashed onto the screen.

Curtsey of Zayn and I.

The loud moaning and groans from the video, caused the whole crowd and audience to gasp, murmur, and some even chuckle.

"Jeez... that's Ethan Blackwell on the screen.

Isn't he engaged to Ashley?"

The whispers grew louder as the rated content continued to play.

"Gosh, their engagement was days ago, and here he is, fucking some other whore."

Commotion ensued as the security guards and Ethan himself tried to stop the video from playing.

They did eventually, but it had caused enough damage.

"You're up," Zayn motioned to me, and I walked straight to the DJ's deck without anyone noticing.

I picked up the mic.

"Congratulations, Ethan..."

My voice sounded stronger, bolder, so much so that it caught the attention of the whole party as they all turned to me.

"Congratulations on your engagement to Ashley.

But I must say, this video of you naked and shamelessly slamming a cheap stripper won't be great for business."

I sneered, and the crowd's whispers resumed.

"Isn't she Cielle Coleman?

Ethan's ex-wife who was arrested?"

Within a few seconds, the hall was flooded with paparazzi, reporters, and interviewers—all clicking their cameras at me, Ethan, and his dumbfounded fiancée.

"Ashley, take the video as my little gift to you and your cheat of a fiancé for your upcoming wedding.

I mean, you needed to know the scum of a man you're getting married to,"

I grinned, my eyes fixated on Ashley, who was already trembling.

The cameras clicked, the reporters recorded, and the audience gasped.

"I wish you a happy married life, though. But don't forget, Boo—once a cheat, always a cheat."

I slammed the mic on the desk, a satisfying smile on my lips.