A gift with a suprise.

The next morning , I stood in front of the full-length mirror in my walk in closet, my gaze cold but calm. Today wasn’t just any special day, it's the day Clarissa will have a little taste of her own medicine.

And for that, I needed my armor.

I reached for my favorite outfit, a beautiful black crimson dress. It was a dress that whispered class but screamed vengeance if you looked closely enough. I smoothed it down my hips, savoring the way it made me feel — untouchable, divine, and above all, in control.

I paired it with my black stiletto heels — the ones Clarissa had once envied. Not forgetting my shades. Today's weather match perfectly with my mood, bright and sunny.

“Oh, what a wonderful day to spoil someone's mood.“ I murmured to myself as I stepped out of my room.

 Yesterday's video had already been sent to Clarissa’s sister. Today was their family union—the perfect setting for chaos.

The moment I stepped onto the Dawsons’ estate, I could smell the drama in the air like perfume. I walked in confidently, each click of my heels slicing through the tension like a blade, announcing my arrival.

“Bonjour, ma famille. Ça va?” I sang dramatically, my brows raised high with mock warmth.

Every head turned toward me. Their faces said it all—shock, disbelief, anger.

“You devil,” Clarissa spat, fists clenched, eyes blazing. “What the hell are you doing here after ruining my sister's engagement.

I let out a soft chuckle, completely unfazed. “Oh? No welcome? Is this how you greet a guest these days?”

I pulled out an empty chair and sat down, one leg crossed over the other, exuding calm dominance.

“You’re not welcome here,” she snapped, her voice trembling slightly. “This is a family event. Whores like you belong on the streets, not in a home.”

“Ouch. That hurts,” I said with mock offense, placing a hand on my chest dramatically. “Really, Clarissa, I expected better manners from a lady of your... new status.”

Then I leaned forward, my tone sharpening like a blade:

“By the way… where’s your husband? Or should I say… our husband?”

I held her gaze and watched the fury in her eyes erupt like a volcano.

She stood there, fists balled, her entire body trembling—desperate for a scene.

I let out a soft, amused laugh and placed the bouquet I brought on the floor beside me.

“This was just a little reminder, Clarissa,” I said sweetly, rising to my feet. “Ungrateful bitches like you don’t deserve a happy ending. And I’ll keep reminding you of that, every chance I get.”

With that, I turned and walked away, my heels echoing through the estate like a victory march.

 Back in my apartment , 

I poured myself a cherry flavored champagne..my favorite. Put on my favorite music as I enjoy a bubble bath in my jacuzzi.

Suddenly , my fake phone in my drawer kept ringing desperately in my bedroom. I went and picked up to check who it was. 

“Hello…”a male voice enchoed through my phone. I didn't reply, I was waiting for his next words.

“Is this , Lovia Diaz.? The man asked.

“Yes, … who's this please?“ I asked too , voice smooth and daring now filled with curiosity.

“ It's Reuben, Alejandro's friend…remember?he responded, voice barely above a whisper.

“Ah,..oh , yes .. Rueben how have you been?“ I asked, and left out a silent breath I didn't realize I was holding this whole time.

“Good, I just came from America and I heard what happened between you, Alejandro and Clarissa , would you mind meeting me at sunrise bar at 6pm for a talk?. He proposed, 

I raised my brows, clearly amazed with his confidence to think am dumb enough not to know his true intentions .

“Sure, why not …” I responded finally, with a small smirk on my face as I hang up.

Well, here I thought I would be dealing with only those in Rome. Welcome to the club Rueben , over here dishes are served colder than a ice. 

I can't wait to meet him, but firstly I need to upload some of my steamy moments with Alejandro's dear friend Lucas on the internet.

A sixty seconds video of us won't hurt a soul right ?. I uttered to myself and let out a giggle.

I sat behind my desk and uploaded a minute video of us 3 days ago at the hotel blurring my face out .Me being dramatic as ever decided to sound like a blogger for second.

I added a headline..“Breaking news Lucas Motilfaco, the heir to the Motilfaco empire in a steamy explicit sex video with a young women at a private hotel.“ 

Within a few seconds my notifications was blowing up , it was filled with thousands of likes, reactions, comments, shares and threats . 

 I could already feel the storm blowing from his direction.

I smiled at my accomplishment, waiting for it to be aired on live television tonight in the news. I hummed softly to myself as I dress to go see my new date , my new target who brought himself— Rueben Bianchi.

I dressed up quickly than I thought I would, put on my most expensive seducing cologne. The one that feels unforgettable the moment you smell it and set to sunrise bar.

I reached there after a 3 minutes drive.

 The bar was filled with loud music from the speakers and screams of drunk overwhelmed people. 

Inside, loud music blared. Screams and laughter filled the smoky air. Strippers swung around poles, limbs glittering under neon lights.

For a moment, nostalgia hit. The good old days when I was one of them.

Looking at them dance brings up the uncanny buried memories before meeting Alejandro.

Well, that's not necessary right now because tonight the moment belongs to Reuben. My eyes roamed through the crowds looking for him.

I finally saw him seated at the V.I.P section , looking handsome as ever in a half buttoned white shirt and an oversized sunglasses on.

It's looks like someone here doesn't want to be noticed . Too bad, because he has just gotten himself in a game that can never go unnoticed.