LOGINSelene
“Hi, nice to meet you." Selene said, a hand stretched out with a sinister smile plastered on her face. I stared at her hands unsure of what to do, my head snapped between her and my mother, looking for a little chuckle or anything to tell that they were joking but I found none.
I coughed, but Selene spoke up before me. "Do I have something on my face?” She said, looking between me and my mom.
My mom's brows furrowed and I spoke up before the thought could form in her head. “No, It's something else.”
“Nice to meet you too.” I said, taking her hand that hung in the air. My mother looked between the both of us, a satisfied smile growing on her face.
“Great. I can only tell that you both will have a great relationship." My mom said, nodding with her eyes glistening with joy.
I faked a smile, trying my best not to let my confusion show in my expression. “We'll definitely have one, if she gets the chance.” Aurora said, her voice in a low whisper as she completed her words.
I felt the hair on my skin raise. I blinked, taking my gaze off her.
"Mrs. Hart.” A guest called from downstairs, stealing my mother's attention immediately. As soon as she sighted the face, a new glow hit her face.
"You're finally here.” My mom said, turning towards Aurora. "Let's go, I'll introduce you to some people.” She said, dragging her down the stairs with enthusiasm.
I stayed, staring at their retreating figures as Aurora’s last words rang in my ears—’if she gets the chance to.’
My mind spiraled as I looked down. Aurora was introducing herself with a smile on her face but something about her smile sent shivers down my spine.
Was it really just a coincidence? Was it just my luck for Aurora to be the one who stole both my husband and my identity?
I thought to myself, staring hard at her perfect face from above like expecting it to give me answers but it didn't. I lowered my hand to my pockets, wanting to ask for answers when I realised it wasn't on me.
I hit my head slightly, crushing beneath my breath before turning back. My eyes scanned the room for my phone, but I couldn't find it.
I raised a brow, checking my purse again but it still wasn't there. My feet moved slowly across the marble floor, a premonition starting to form in my head but I pushed it off as soon as I saw a reflection of light behind the mirror.
My hands flew onto my chest as I breathed a sigh of relief. I grabbed my phone, tapping it repeatedly. It buzzed, signalling a low battery.
“Fuck”! I said under my breath.
“Selene." My hands froze mid-air as I heard my name being called. I stood straight, about to answer when the caller finished. “Your husband is here."
My heart skipped a beat. “My husband is here?” I repeated the words again in my head, trying to make sense of it.
How could he come? He hated me now, he didn't want me as his partner anymore, why would he come to this? To mock me? I thought to myself, different possibilities running through my mind.
I rushed downstairs in the heat of the moment, thinking he could have wanted to talk about the divorce but his current actions pushed me deeper into confusion.
Xavier sat chatting heartily with the relatives like nothing was wrong. He spoke to them like they had been friends finally reuniting.
I arched a brow, walking forward slowly trying to understand his actions. Was he trying to save me some face?
I paused abruptly as soon as I got closer to him. I stayed observing his movements, wanting for some kind of action but he only seemed to talk to them sweetly.
Was this really for me? I asked myself, slowly starting to think that he could have thought it through and felt I didn't deserve to be left alone.
The thought slowly brought a smile to my face but I soon shook my head. No, I had to hear it from his mouth first.
I tapped on his shoulder and he turned but his kind and cheerful demeanour disappeared immediately. His face scrunched up like he was annoyed to see me.
My phone buzzed. I pulled it out, grateful for the distraction.
Xavier: We need to talk about the divorce terms
My stomach dropped. It's not been a day yet, but he's already pushing about paper work.
Another message followed: And your decision about the pregnancy.
I looked up and found Aurora watching from across the room. She raised her glass slightly with a devilish smile.
She knew. Somehow, she knew everything.
I looked at Xavier and he ignored my signal at first but I walked up to where he was standing and I grasped hard onto his hands and smiled at the relatives. “I'll be borrowing him for a while." I declared and they nodded.
Xavier followed quietly behind me but as soon as we got to a less crowded area, he snapped his hands out of mine.
"Why are you here?” I asked, and a smug expression immediately rose on his face. “I'll sign the papers if that's what you're here for." I said, thinking I had figured his motive but his face didn't drop.
“Oh, I didn't come here for you." He said, his voice cold and piercing. I felt a sudden chill as he continued to speak. “I came for something more exciting. And those papers…” he scoffed. “You'll sign them whether you like it or not." He finished, walking out before I could say another word.
I stared at his retreating figure only to feel myself dragged deeper into the whirlpool of confusion. What was it with the riddles today?
Still pushing down my fright, I smiled, thinking nothing bad could happen. I walked back into the party and the speakers sounded instantly.
“I appreciate my parents for welcoming me back home with such glamour and love." Aurora said, her million-dollar dress shimmering under the night light.
Aurora spoke on, and I couldn't help but feel myself getting bored. I headed towards the stairs when she said something that caught my attention.
“There's something I would like to reveal to everyone present tonight." Aurora paused, her eyes searching the crowd until she finally landed on me. “Think of it as my way of appreciating you all for coming."
She smiled yet again, but this one my heart raced and my whole body twitched. I couldn't help but feel something was about to go wrong, terribly wrong.
"It's about my sister." Aurora spoke before taking a dramatic pause. “Oh wait. I mean the girl who stole my identity." She finished and the entire crowd gasped.
My parents looked at her, their eyes widened. My mom raised a hand to warn her but she didn't stop.
"I didn't expect anyone to be surprised.” She continued, her voice higher now, carried by pride. "I thought we all knew that Selene Hart was a fake, living in luxury while I, the real daughter, suffered.” She said, her voice now carrying a hint of sadness.
My eyes scanned the room, and it was happening, guests raised their phones to film the wonderful moment.
I swallowed hard on nothing, looking at the numerous crowd who had their eyes glued to Aurora and the lies that she spouted.
"I know you might all be thinking that it wasn't her fault. But what do you think about her stealing my lover.” I saw the smirk on Xavier's face. It wasn't surprising anymore, but still I felt that sharp pain linger in my chest.
It all started to make sense. Xavier claimed he came for something better, this was it. This was what he was talking about, because he seemed to be liking the show.
“Selene, knowing fully well that I was in a relationship with Xavier, took him from me”. Aurora's tears spilled over beautifully. “I watched you take him. Watched you at charity galas, your hands wrapped possessively around his arms wearing designer clothes I could never afford”. “You had everything”. “The money, the status, the family, the success, and you still needed to take the one thing that was mine “.
The air left my throat but before she could say another word, I spoke. “That's bullshit." I said. My voice rising from behind. “ You want to talk about the truth? Let's talk about the truth”. The room's attention shifted to me. Appalled.
“I had no contact with Aurora until yesterday. “ How about we talk about you fucking my husband few hours to your dumb ass welcome party at his office yesterday, knowing fully well he is married to me”!
The room leaned collectively, hungry for the scandal
“Ladies please”. Mom tried to intervene.
“No, let her speak” Aurora said confidently but with a low voice, pretending to wipe her tears.
“You know what”? “ She can have it all.” I said to mum.
The house, the family, Him. I looked at Xavier.
I turned towards the door to take my leave, because all this is bullshit, total nonsense and I could no longer take the humiliation.
“You have to admit,” Aurora said gently. “ You've had a good run. 28 years of a life that wasn't yours, a man who wasn't yours… maybe it's time to give back what you borrowed.”
This was the moment something inside me went still. The kind of stillness that comes before damage. She deserved to suffocate in the humiliation and disrespect she's poured over me. Before I could respond, the lights dimmed. A large projection screen descended from the ceiling. Something I never imagined was there.
“Oh, I almost forgot. I think there's one more thing everyone needs to know about Selene” She said, leaving me utterly frozen.
Medical records filled the screen, documents, hospital records…my name written boldly at the top.
No. No. No!
“This" Aurora, pointing to the screen,”is from Lucent Vale hospital. August 10th of last year.”
This time, the room glimmered with light from their phones, recording.
“ It shows that Dr Selene Hart performed a surgery on that day. A procedure that went horribly wrong.” Aurora's voice was soft and alluring. “The patient has been in a coma ever since.”
Gasps rippled through the room.
“ Hold on everyone, that's not even the interesting part.” Aurora continued, clicking the next slide.
“Selene didn't perform that surgery. She wasn't at the hospital on that day. Dr Gordon performed it” Aurora said. “ He was drunk, and when the patient ended up in a coma, Selene helped cover it up. She put her name on the paperwork, and had Dr Gordon's license revoked to protect the hospital's reputation.”
My heart pounded so loud, I could hear it in my ears. This had to be the worst day of my life. It felt like I've lost everything— my family, my identity,my husband, my reputation and slowly… my career, because of this manipulative bitch!
“That patient,” Aurora added, “is still unconscious.
Still fighting for her life all because of a medical malpractice that was swept under the carpet. Selene simply chose her career over the truth.”
“That's… that's not”… I stammered “ I was trying to protect —”
“Protect who?” Aurora asked. “ The patient or yourself?”
Dad stood frozen, mom's mouth hung open.
I couldn't speak, I couldn't breathe. The weight of it all crushing down on me.
.
“ I hope you choke.” I said, my voice hollow. “On
every lie, every manipulation, every fucking thing you've stolen while playing the victim”.
I couldn't stay there for another second. I turned and ran.
"Team three, cover the exits, team two, get a face if you can, and someone call Detective Morrison and tell him we need that arrest warrant executed now." Everything happens fast after that, almost too fast to process, and I'm standing at the window watching clusters of people mobilize across the city to catch whoever's been watching me sleep, and there's something surreal about seeing my stalker reduced to coordinates and tactical movements, like we're playing some high-stakes game of chess except that the pieces are human and the stakes are my life."They're in the lobby." The security team member is still providing updates. " Approximately 5”11, Asian male,dark clothing, carrying camera equipment in a backpack…hold on, I think he knows he's being followed…shit!""Do not lose him." Damian's voice is hard. "I don't care what it takes, do not let that man leave your sight.""He's running…east on 42nd, he's heading for the subway…I need more people…now!" And then I'm moving, I'm grabbi
DAMIEN'S POVSelene's hands are shaking. I notice before she says anything…before she even turns to show me the screen, because I notice everything about her. I have memorized the particular stillness she goes quiet with when she's frightened, the way her breath changes, the almost imperceptible tremor she's too proud to acknowledge. Nine months ago I would have filed that observation away as useful. Now it does something else entirely to me, something I still don't have clean language for.I read Aurora's message over her shoulder.“I see you're home. Windows wide open. How brave. Or how stupid. I guess we'll find out soon.”Something happens in my chest. Not fear, no I don't do fear, haven't since I was fifteen and decided that fear was a luxury I couldn't afford. Something colder than fear…something deliberate. The part of me that built an empire from nothing, that learned very early that the world will take everything you so love if you let it, that part wakes up and goes very, ve
"No." The word comes out sharp enough to cut. "Absolutely fucking not." Damian's hand freezes on the door he was about to lock, his eyes narrowing as he takes in my expression, and I can see him shifting into that controlled dangerous mode he goes into when he senses confrontation, but I don't care because I'm done, so completely done with being scared and shuffled around and treated like some fragile thing that needs protecting instead of a grown woman who spent a decade cutting into human hearts without flinching."Selene…" he starts, but I cut him off."Don't." I hold up my hand. "Don't you dare tell me this is for my own good or that you're just trying to keep me safe, because you know what? I'm tired of being safe, I'm tired of running, I'm tired of letting Aurora dictate my entire existence with her cryptic fucking messages and her threats and her surveillance. She's been threatening to destroy me for months!" My voice is rising now and I don't care, don't care if everyone in th
Another photo glows through the screen. This one from inside Damian's penthouse, from his bedroom, taken through the window from another building, and it shows me leaning against the wall, my face visible, vulnerable maybe…clearly taken last night after Damian left and I was alone, and underneath it is a message that runs shivers down my spine."Beautiful view. Such a shame you forgot about the security blinds. I've been watching you for weeks, Selene. Every morning when you wake up. Every night when you go to sleep. Every moment you think you're safe in your glass tower. You're not safe sweetheart. You'll never be safe, and when I'm done with you, ohh, Damian will watch you break the same way you watched me lose everything. Sleep well, darling.”My hands are trembling so violently that the phone slips from my fingers and Damian catches it before it hits the floor, his reflexes inhumanly fast, and I'm trying to process what I just read, my body freezing in place. My brain won't cooper
The phone is still buzzing in my hand when Addie rips it away from me, her manicured fingers flying across the screen while I stand there frozen in the middle of Bergdorf's designer section like someone just doused me in ice water, and somewhere in the back of my mind I register that she's calling someone, that her voice has gone sharp and professional in that way it does when she's handling a crisis, but I can't focus on her words because all I can see in my head is that photo of me walking into this store, that message about knowing where I am, where Damian is, where we both are every second of every day, and the implications are slamming into me one after another like waves trying to pull me under.Aurora's watching me right now…She has to be.The photo was taken less than twenty minutes ago, I was wearing this exact outfit…the cream sweater and dark jeans that Damian insisted I buy last week because he said they made my legs look incredible, which made me blush then and makes me w
Addie’'s already at Bergdorf's when I arrive, perched on one of those ridiculously expensive chairs they put in the designer section, looking like she owns the place in head-to-toe Chanel that she probably doesn't own but wears like she does, and when she sees me her face lights up with that particular brand of mischief that means she's been dying to interrogate me about my life and is about to do so with extreme prejudice."Pookie!" She's on her feet, pulling me into a hug that smells like her signature Dior and expensive coffee and safety. "You look like shit.""Thanks." I pull back, trying to smile. "That's exactly what every girl wants to hear.""I'm serious though." She's studying my face with those sharp golden eyes that miss absolutely nothing. "You've got that whole 'I had an emotional breakthrough at three AM and cried myself to sleep' thing going on. What happened?""Can we shop first and dissect my emotional trauma second?" I ask, already heading toward the Valentino sectio







