FABRICATED

ELENA’S POV

“Hold on,” I called out, although I had no intention of stopping her. She didn’t hear me, though, as she stormed off with only one thing in sight.

Adrian.

I smirked as I followed her, knowing that the first step in my plan was well underway. Charlotte was raving, and she didn’t bother to hide it in front of her many distinguished guests. She approached the table where Damien and Adrian stood, discussing.

“You bastard!” she shrieked as she reached them, and the next thing we heard was a resounding slap. The crowd closer to the spectacle gasped, all turning to see what was going on. 

Very good. Just the audience I needed.

The background music played on, but by this time, almost everybody’s attention were on the couple. Adrian reeled back with a look of shock on his face. Seeing the growing crowd feeding off of his embarrassment, he dropped his tone down a few octaves, clenching his jaw as he spoke. 

“What the fuck was that for? How dare you slap me in front of all our guests?” he growled furiously, still keeping a smile on his face as if it would make the whole scene go away. He reached for her to bring her closer, but she flinched away.

“Don’t you dare touch me,” she spat, contempt filling her eyes. “You tried to kill me.”

“What?! What are you talking about?” Adrian asked, even more surprised than when she slapped him earlier.

“You mixed something in my drink. I saw the video. How could you?” she replied, crossing her arms in disbelief.

“What video? I didn’t try to kill you,” he said.

 “Then explain this,” she shoved my phone into his face, the fake CCTV video playing. It was grainy and choppy, so it was hard to make out who it was that gave the stewardess the bottle of vodka, whispering into her ear. But it was edited to look exactly like Adrian’s silhouette, even showing a bit of the deep blue suit he had worn tonight. His eyes widened, yet still he looked confused as well.

I smiled inwardly as my way to where Damien stood, and we both watched the drama unfold. This was getting way interesting than I planned, now imagine when I get my revenge.

Damien reared closer to me, whispering to me. “I don’t know what you did, but I don’t mind. I don’t know how this is going to prove the murderers, though.”

I smirked. “I’ll prove it to you,” I said. “A contract is a contract.”

“Time is ticking, Elena,” he said, straightening to keep watching the fiasco.

My jaw ticked with anger, and a snarky comment rose to the tip of my tongue, but I swallowed it. Ever since I got out of jail, I’ve been constantly reminded of the stupid contract. I stealthily placed the tip of my heel on his shoe and pushed down. Hard. He groaned, and his eyes looked ready to kill me, shooting lasers at me. But he had to maintain composure, and that alone made me smile in satisfaction, taking my leg off his shoe. Annoying jerk.

Adrian and Charlotte, on the other hand, were still fighting. “Where did you get that?” Adrian questioned, raising his voice. The music stopped, and by now, everyone was full-on staring.

“Aunt___ I mean Celine showed me. I bet you want to take my company from me,” she spat with disdain.

Adrian stepped forward to her, like he was ready to smack her when Damien cleared his throat, breaking the little bubble they were both in. Adrian looked around, everyone was staring, and some people, even the paparazzi I had secretly let in, were capturing the moment.

I could see it, the tabloids and the blogs tomorrow, reading; Millionaire wife accused her husband of attempted murder. The thought of it gave me the thrills. Gosh, revenge feels sweet.

He cleared his throat, straightening himself and dusting some invisible lint from his suit. “You need to stop this right this instant. Everyone is watching,” he said to her in a low voice. But from the looks of it, she wasn’t ready to listen.

Frustrated, Adrian grabbed her hand and left the room, despite all her protests. As soon as they were no longer seen, the party resumed like nothing had happened at all. But I knew that everywhere will be full of the gossip that went down tonight, especially from those paparazzi I paid. 

Sensing that Damien will come for me now that the earlier events had died down, I quickly slipped away in the direction my sister and Adrian had left to. Unfortunately, I wasn’t quick enough to know where they went.

I guess I’ll have to start looking then.

Thankfully, I didn’t have to search for long. I heard their voices first before I found them in an empty room, unknown to them that the door was left slightly ajar. From the opening, I could see that they were in a heated argument, continuing what they couldn’t finish in the hall earlier.

“How dare you embarrass me in front of all the guests? Are you out of your mind?” Adrian bellowed in rage.

“I am crazy,” she yelled back, matching his energy. “Yes, since you decided to kill me so you can take over my company. Tell me, can you go any lower, you thieving fucker!”

She suddenly yelped, falling to the ground as he had slapped her. I struggled to swallow a gasp from escaping, not believing my eyes. The look she gave him when she looked up was enough to freeze hell over twice. But he didn’t seem fazed at all. 

“Get this to your thick, dumb dead,” he spat. “I didn’t try to poison you, or whatever delusion you have in your head. The video you saw isn’t me. You’re even so dumb not to know that things can be easily fabricated. The next time you try to act cute with me, I won’t be so nice in front of anybody.”