Kingpin Nightclub

Aria's POV:

...I must be hearing wrong. Caleb could never say such a thing to me. I was his Aria; he always made sure not to say hurtful words to me because he knows how much effect he had on me, so maybe I was imagining things.

I clenched my fist tightly, my nails digging into my palms. "You are sick, Aria; you are sick for thinking everything is a fairytale, as you make your forty million followers think."

There is a word called fiction, a world where nothing is real... Emotions are fake, and just because I write about the fake world doesn't mean I expect him to be like the male lead of my novel.

"It's all fiction, Caleb. Everything I wrote was fiction, and as a human I have every f*ck*ng right to fantasise, so don't blame your betrayal on my books."

"And you dare blame this on my womb?" This was the height of it; I took off the wedding ring from my fingers and held it tightly... I couldn't bring myself to return it.

"If you apologise, then we could pretend this never happened," I added. We had come so far to break up because of a little setback.

"You expect a lot from me, Aria. You want me to go on some stupid romantic vacations and bring you flowers every time, even when you don't love flowers..."

"...You expect me to pick you up after work so we can have a night drive, and that's crazy because my world doesn't revolve around this marriage," he scolded, and my eyes widened in shock. I never obligated him to do these things...

"You need help, Aria," he scoffed, and I gritted my teeth and shot the ring at him; this was as far as I could go.

There was no need to try to fix a one-sided marriage; it was obvious he had already pulled out of it and dipped his fangs into Olivia.

"Get the divorce papers ready; we are done." I said, my voice just above a whisper, I could feel a sharp pain in my chest. I never imagined myself saying this... This was meant to be forever.

"I am the only man who will ever give you attention and put up with your silly attitude, and I am also the only man who will help you sell out your books. So do you really want this divorce?" He asked, and I sighed heavily. Isn't this what he wanted as well?

"There is a world out there, Caleb; many men desire me and will give me the attention I want. You are a lawyer and handle a lot of divorce cases, so I am sure you know that every husband is replaceable."

He stared at me for a while and chuckled. "You will get old alone, Aria. F*ck you, and go f*ck your stupid fantasy men." Then he stomped out of the bedroom, and I hurried to my closet and rummaged through my clothes.

Great, I will go f*ck them.

He thinks no one will desire me or give me attention? He has some guts saying I was going to get old alone.

I finally spotted a blue gown; it was the birthday gift Ava gave to me last year, but I never put it on because I thought it was too exposing.

I slipped into it, pulled the ribbon off my hair, and let it fall; my hair was so extremely long that it bounced on my buttocks.

Quickly I rushed downstairs, picked up the car keys, and ignored Ava, who kept asking countless questions about where I was going. I got in and drove out at full speed.

"Hey Siri, which nightclub is the wildest in the country?"

I drove to Kingpin's nightclub. I had heard a lot about it but didn't dare come here in the past because of the illegal activities that transpire here.

I applied my lipstick and stepped in. The place wasn't too crowded, but the music was loud. Strip dancers were on the podium, and men were having s*x in every corner, not afraid of the watching eyes.

I walked to the bar and signalled to the bartender, who shoved a shot towards me. I gulped it down at once and asked for another and another.

"Easy, Miss," the bartender said, but I rolled my eyes.

"Life isn't a fairytale? "He is crazy," I chuckled, reminiscing on Caleb's words. I kept drinking when my gaze stopped at the door; a man dressed in a black suit, tall with rough black hair, had just stepped in with some men tagging along behind him.

He had a cigarette hanging from his mouth as he busied himself on his phone.

"Stop staring at him," the bartender said, and I frowned at him.

"Is staring a crime?"

"It is, that man might consider you a threat if you keep staring at him," he added, and I got curious and leant forward.

"What do you mean?"

"He is Liam Styles; you know him, right?" He questioned me, and I found the name was familiar.

"The lawyer who defend criminals..." he added, and I gasped, right... But I thought Liam Styles was probably an old man, as it was known that he had a doctorate in law and always showed up in court just to defend big criminals, and surprisingly...he always wins.

"He is a lawyer for the mafia, so he is being careful and considers everyone a threat. So I advise you to stop staring at him." He pushed another shot my way and returned to serving others.

I don't know if it was the alcohol in my system, but all the cells in my body wanted that man; he was the perfect target for me tonight.

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