ALEXIt's been a week since Maeve caused the first major blowout in my company, and to think that she did it by spreading a video of me fucking Scarlett would never cease to infuriate me.About an half an hour ago, I’d finally mailed her agent the official terminated contract. The only reason I hadn't done so earlier was because her contract hadn't expired and my lawyers were trying to find a loophole where I wouldn't have to pay her an enormous settlement.I could've easily parted with the seven million dollar termination fee but I didn't want to give that slimy bitch a cent of my money after the ruckus she’d caused, so I patiently allowed the lawyers do their due diligence.Even before I began the termination process, Maeve had come into my office and begged over and over, gotten on her knees, cried until snot dried up on her nostrils, screamed hysterically, pledged to never offend me again, but I turned a blind eye and deaf ear to every single thing.And now, as I heard heels clack
ALEXThe first shot of tequila had just gone down my throat when thoughts of the past week dawned on me.The most recent development was that the technical team had confirmed that the video no longer existed, even Maeve’s copy was mandated to be erased by a court order from my lawyers.However, the disappearance of the video was barely enough to right Maeve’s wrongs and how they’d affected Scarlett, so I issued a company wide ban on speaking of the incident within or outside the walls and the penalty was a defamation law suit with an exorbitant fine and jail term.While those had worked easily, the last phase was making me break a sweat because I couldn't get through to Scarlett no matter what I did.Each time I ran into her—which was almost never—I’d tried my hardest to explain that everything was finally under control but she didn't care about a word that left my lips and barely gave me more than a few seconds of her time before storming off.She’d made it perfectly clear that she n
SCARLETTI was waiting for shit to hit the fan, bracing myself for the disgrace, hanging by a thread as I imagined the hell my mother would unleash….But it didn’t happen, none of it.I’d imagined the disappointment and disgust on Blake’s face when he learnt that he’d been fighting off his feelings for me while I’d been fucking his brother day and night for weeks, and somehow, that was the one reaction I dread the most.However, that didn’t happen either. And no matter how much I’d prepared myself for the drama that would unfold once my secret was out, I felt inadequately prepared and like I’d be far more crushed and heartbroken than I was at work if they ever found out.When days passed and everyone kept treating me like a fragile egg because I was hiding away in my room, I realized that they didn’t know anything was amiss.Also, when I finally found the courage to turn on my phone again, the first thing I checked was the company staff’s telegram group chat. I immediately noticed tha
SCARLETTLife has been so good lately, absolutely amazing.It’s particularly exhilarating because I’d convinced myself that I was doomed and things would only go downhill after the sex tape aired, but instead, my life turned around in a way it never had before.I’d resumed my new job and everyone was amazing, the work environment was refreshing and there were no hostile models that threw tantrums like Maeve because such attitude would result in a terminated contract.Each day, I came back home feeling replenished instead of having my moral depleted and I even spent lunches with Emma because she worked nearby. Everything was beyond perfect and I’d even mapped out a way to pay off my loan in months instead of years.Also, I was sticking to my decision to stay away from Alex by all means and that had been working great for me since he wasn’t on my case like before. And even though I didn’t need to, I kept working at Blake’s cafe because I enjoyed his company and our car rides filled with
LOGANI’d been staring at the all access invite to the private gala that Micheal had mailed me for a while now, and something in my guts made it seem like a bad idea to attend. I wasn’t sure why, but I attributed it to the fact that I hated these sort of gatherings that were filled with snobby rich people kissing each other’s asses to secure favors. I usually felt less reluctant about attending them when Ashley was with me, but an Arabian Prince had just shown interest in investing in our company so she had to travel to seal the deal. Right now, I was contemplating drafting an email to Micheal that I’d send a representative in my stead but I thought against it when I remembered the promise I made to Ashley after she reprimanded me last night over the phone. She’d insisted that it was a celebration of a partnership she worked her ass off for so it wouldn’t be fair to either parties involved in the rigorous process if I couldn’t acknowledge the beginning of the partnership by attendin
MICHEALVictory. I could taste it, like finely aged wine at the tip of my tongue.The downfall of the Vaughn brothers was finally upon me, and I’d set up the grand stage for the first humiliating death.That of the pompous bastard of the bunch. Logan’s.It was all happening, right before me, and I was so overwhelmed with excitement that I had to hide my smile behind my wine glass while the UV light worked its magic on his pathetic self. From the second he mounted the stage, I could tell that he was in pain.His attempt at saving face by manipulating the microphone was desperate and foolish, but I knew that everyone would soon know the real reason why his sentence was cut off. By the time his skin started go ablaze and burn to ashes, they’d see him as the undeserving asshole he was, the cursed weakling he truly was.The more I watched him, the more my anticipation for his horrid increased.My eyes weren’t doing enough justice as regards seeing the true extent of his pain, so I switched
LOGANRight after my speech, I knew I had to leave the event. I exchanged pleasantries with a few investors and then shot a text to my driver to pull up at the entrance because we’d be leaving immediately. On the way home, I still couldn’t believe what had just happened.My phone was ringing but I couldn’t bring myself to pick the call because my entire body had gone numb with shock. I almost died. And in the worst possible way. With a blood audience watching. Goosebumps crawled wickedly up my neck and arms as I remembered the unbelievable pain I was in. Even the sun had never burnt me that immensely, and I genuinely thought that would be the end of me. I wanted to convince myself that it was just a coincidence and someone had turned on the wrong lights and the worst possible time, but deep down, I knew that wasn’t through. The pain I felt? It was intentional, crafted to the bone. But somehow, I didn’t want to dwell on that. My greatest shock of the night was that Scarlett, the pe
The guts on that mannerless bastard? Unbelievable.It was maddening that someone with such an infuriating and irritating personality existed. How could a man be so conceited? Was he truly convinced that he was the center of the universe? How small minded!He’s so rude and obnoxious that his handsome features held no weight, none at all.Since the day I found out how sweet and thoughtful Ashley truly was, I’ve wondered why she punished herself by being shackled to a straight up self centered asshole. Even the life long history they had wasn't enough reason to tolerate such a raging fool.I mean, how could he always think that I was the root of his problems? And for what? A grudge that he kept imagining I would bother myself to keep for all of eternity? He was so dumb, I didn't believe he was able to keep his line of multi-billion dollar companies with such a shallow mentality.The next time he laid a finger on me, all hell would break loose and that was a promise. I was sick and tired