City skirt, Dawson Villa.
Suffering a thunderstorm, the sky pure dark. Except for the glimpses of lightning. The city’s dim glow hides behind the foggy rain, seemingly warmer than usual, especially to someone who is wobbling in front of the cold iron gate of a villa.
Like Catherine right now.
She has been waiting for hours. Hugging herself tight to stop shivering, Catherine paces around to keep her numb limbs warm. She didn’t know the storm would be this bad, but then again, she would be here even if she did.
She has no other to turn to.
A sharp honk startles her. She turns, raising her hand to her eyes as the blinding car lights pierce through the water curtain right onto her face. The iron gate opens with a loud shriek and the car starts, as if it only stopped for the gate, not for her.
Ten feet. Five feet. One foot. The car moves, and the woman doesn’t.
The car stops for the stubborn woman.
The driver’s window rolls down, and the man sticks his head out, only a little.
“Throwing your socialite reputation away to be a crazy stalking Ex?” The man smirks with a careless tone, clicking his tongue, “I didn’t think you were such a cliche, Catherine.”
Catherine thought she could face the man she once loved, yet her calm mask broke by the first words out of his mouth.
“Maverick, I’m sorry but I need help,” Seeing the man is finally talking to her, Catherine hastes a step up to the side of the car, “My mom, she’s--”
Her tongue freezes. There is a woman in the car.
Maverick broke up with her. But in barely one month and he’s got a new girl? Suddenly Catherine wonders what the three long years between them mean to the man.
Following Catherine’s sight, Maverick looks over at his new girl tauntingly. He takes her hand into his own, kneading it slowly for Catherine to see.
Catherine bites her lips. Her heart stings as if thousands of needles are piercing through at the same time. Catherine is surprised that after the last hellish month, she is still not fully numb to heartache.
“Just...fifty grand, and I won’t bother you again,” Wiping the rain off her face, Catherine pulls her eyes back from the girl, keeping her tone calm.
She didn’t come to fight. She can’t afford to.
The man’s lips curve up into a taunting grin. She can’t see clearly through the rain, but she feels the despise like knives under her skin. Such a number used to be her pocket money, and now she has to grind all her pride to beg for it.
“You are here for money?” The man taunts slowly, every word lingering on his tongue as if chewing something delicious, “You have reached a new low, C.”
“Borrow!” Catherine swallows the sour gulp behind her throat, “I’ll pay you back, 10% rate--”
“How are you gonna pay me back when you are broke, princess?” Maverick reaches out to Catherine’s collar and by instinct, she covers her chest and steps away.
The man lets out a mocking laugh.
“I’m sorry, I was wrong,” His tone turns meaner, “You were renounced. You are no longer the city princess now, are you? You are no longer even a Quinn.”
“I AM a Quinn!” Catherine squeezes the words out of her chattering teeth, “Daddy gave me that name, not Mr. Quinn!”
Mr. Quinn. Not even Grandpa anymore. Smirking, Maverick tastes the cold address, his eyes trailing up and down the tiny figure in the rain. Sunk to the lowest, yet the pride in Queen C does not get extinguished. Not by anything.
“Remember how proud you once were, C?” Maverick drawls lazily, sitting in the comfortable car, watching the woman suffering outside his window, “I broke up with you, you smiled and left, not even bothering to ask a why.”
Catherine frowns, more confused than angry. He stopped wanting to her, so she left. What’s there to ask? Her pride doesn’t allow her to beg for a change of heart, no matter how much she loved him.
“That silence is exactly why,” The man says with icy cold eyes, “You are too proud. You need no one, and you never show weakness. Not even to me. A real woman knows when to bend.”
Saying those words, Maverick grabs his girl’s neck and shakes lightly. The girl giggles, leaning into Maverick’s body, pressing her chest against his body.
The image stings Catherine's eyes. That’s his why? That she is too independent? “Did you hook up with her before or after us?!” Catherine demands.
“Bend that body of yours to the right man, Queen C.” Maverick ignores Catherine, “and you will gather the money you want and more.”
His car roars and dashes forward before his words can land. Catherine dodges aside, only to fall into the mud. Twisting pain bursts out from her ankle, but she can’t tell whether her heart hurts more or her foot.
She came here to throw away her dignity, and she is left with the pretty image of her three years with him shattered as well.
She really has nothing left now.
Not far away, a black Rolls Royce Phantom took in the whole show quietly.
“Not quite the show I expected,” A man's low, rough voice breaks the silence in the luxury car, lazy like a just fed beast, “...more interesting though.”
“Yes, Mr. Moore,” The driver pushes his thin glasses up with two fingers, answering with a flat, swift tone, “That’s Catherine Quinn, her father is Quinn Corp’s former director. The one that died in the car crash this month.”“So that’s the famous Queen C?” Damian Moore curves his lips slightly. His posture relaxed, all but those sharp eyes. They are nailing on the girl, like a predator spotting the perfect prey.“Hero in the hour of need is good timing for making an acquaintance,” The driver observes his boss’s look carefully.“Acquaintance?” With a smirk, Damian mumbles, narrowing his eyes dangerously, “How about take into possession?”“Sir?!” The driver raises his eyebrows in shock. Even when facing an odd order like pulling over in the middle of nowhere, the driver maintained his straight face.Damian meets the driver’s eyes in the rearview mirror. An evil smirk crawls onto his face.“The old man says he wants a daughter-in-law, then he threw Ava out of his house because she is il
The ointment is on top of the first aid kit. With skilled moves, Damian dissolves it between his hands before he cups her ankle.Catherine can’t help but shiver. The expected pain doesn’t come though. It’s the hot palms of the man and his gentle touches that tickle her heart.“Does it hurt?” The man frowns, looking up to search for her eyes, “It would get worse if the clot doesn’t dissolve. Bear it with me, kitten.”His bass luring and his touch gentle. Catherine darts her eyes away. How she wishes blushing was a function the body could control.Damian Moore, the most distinguished bachelor in the city, the playboy who always has women around but never tainted with a shred of sour rumor.This is why.He is more deadly than other predator. You can escape harm, but not when you lose your heart.Catherine just pray he rescued her tonight out of pure kindness, and not--“Go take a warm shower,” Damian puts away the kit, holding out a hand in front of her, “you don’t want to wrap up the cu
Ever since the “Ava incident”, Damian’s marriage has been a taboo topic in the family.“As parents, we see women around you in different lights,” Daisy says with a cautious tone, “he is just looking out for you.”“He didn’t need to call her a bastard,” Damian says with a smiley tone, but his eyes get colder.“That’s not what he said,” Daisy sighs, “He was saying that she was brought back to the Knight family when she was older, and that makes a difference. I’m not judging her life at the orphanage, but if she acts like one, then I will call as I see, too.”Damian’s lips curve into a cold, evil smirk in the dark room: “So even if an orphan, so long as she grew up in a rich family, then she’s okay to marry?”“Damian...” Daisy sighs.“Hey, mom, can you hear that?” Damian smirks again, his tone light as if the darkness in his eyes a moment ago was never there.“Hear what?”“The sound of the shower stopped,” Damian says mischievously, “if you want, I can take this one home?”“...Damian!” D
Be his.Catherine hears the sound of her heart blooming.Knowing this man is bad news is one thing, hearing his luring voice forming such a sentence is still nice. Pleasure is pleasure.Twisting his question, Catherine leans into his arms, mimicking his whisper: “Tonight I am all yours, and yours only.”One million just might be the highest price for a night, even in this golden town. Satisfying the customer is her responsibility.“Smart is good,” The man taps her chin up, his half smile not hiding the coldness in his eyes, “but you don’t want to be too smart.”Her rejection upset him.He might extended the offer half-mindedly, but men like him don’t like hearing a no.Instantly a dangerous feeling grips Catherine. Not sure how she got herself on the back of this tiger.She knew she shouldn’t have come back with him.“Our last deal is not done yet, Mr. Moore,” Catherine smiles, brightly though with distance, “why subscribe before the trial expires?”So long as she can get through toni
“I can sweeten the deal,” Catherine strokes her hair to the back of her ear, locking the fear of dealing with a devil deep into her heart, “you take care of my mom’s bill, and I will be at your call, for as long as you want.”“Sweeten the deal...” The man tastes her words slowly on his tongue,“So, to you, being a call girl is better than taking the title of Mrs. Moore?”Coldness shades his voice at the insulting.“Better, for YOU,” Catherine’s eyes sparkle with mischieving, “you get all the fun and none of the responsibility. Isn’t that sweeter?”“Sex is ALL the fun in a marriage?” Damian pulls the girl’s face close to his in a rather rough move.He is too good a predator to miss the well-hidden fear in her watery eyes. But then, restiveness covers the fear altogether--“Why? Is Mr. Moore’s love also on the table?”The man narrows his eyes dangerously. The grin on his face widens, but a shade of evilness infests.“Not too many dares to be this bold in front of me. So I guess conversat
The girl’s sulking mock gets a laugh out of the man.“Name one better,” Damian challenges, teasing the irritated kitten.The Moore family owns lands more than anyone can fathom. An old money’s power doesn’t lie in just the wealth. But in their resources. Half of the politics, business, and even laws are friends with the Moores. Yet Damian started his own business on his own, before taking the throne of the whole media business.Who suits the queen of the city more, than its king?Leaving a safe distance from the man, Catherine puts on a harmless smile, her scarlet lips separate to a pretty curve: “Anyone.”Damian narrows his eyes dangerously at the wild cat waving her claws.Boys have followed her around since she could remember. All wealthy, all handsome. And most important of all: they all want her.More than Damian at least.Taking a deep breath, she finds her confident posture again, looking at the man in the eyes first time this night: “I don’t want to marry you...please.”“Give
The secretary took good care of Catherine, dropped her at the hospital, and even offered to accompany Catherine, but Catherine refused. She doesn’t want to spoil Damian’s hospitality--Anything she takes from him is a debt she might not be able to afford.Then she regretted after only five minutes--Seeing two guards in black suits at her mom’s ward, Catherine’s stomach drops as she dashes forward.“Miss Catherine! Thank God you are here...” Victoria exclaims when she sees Catherine, worried into tears.There is one man in the room, and his presence nervous Victoria so much that she doesn’t even know where to put her hands.Victoria has been Catherine’s nanny since forever. Though Catherine couldn’t afford to hire her now, Victoria insisted on staying to help for free. She is the only one who has been helping Catherine ever since Catherine lost everything in the car accident of her parents.“It’s okay, Victoria,” Catherine takes her hands and gives her a reassuring grip, “Uncle Jacob
Three hours to midnight, Nightfall is at its busiest hour. The dim light lines out the liberated face laughing, drinking, kissing, and more, leaving enough dark shadows for things that can’t come out under the light.Sitting with a group of businessmen is Damian Moore.On their couch several girls are squeezed in between the men, wearing next nothing. Though as if having an invisible bubble around him, Damian’s sides are empty.He, too, laughs and drinks and talks, yet somehow he comes off lonely. Like the blinding lights irradiating around can’t paint his world any color.But then, a shade of pure white crushed into his eyes--Catherine enters in a tame, white sweater, loose enough to cover her figure. Pairing with jeans and light blue tennis shoes.In short, not a fitting style for Nightfall. Making her stand out even more.Gulping his glass empty, Damian’s eyes follow the girl onto a couch not far from the bar. He frowns.“Tell me,” He thinks out loud,“...when would a girl reject a
That man really is bad news. The worst, to her.If only she didn’t meet him again. If only she didn’t go to see Maverick, that night.Actually, if she is wishing for things...if only that car crash didn’t happen. She lost everything that night. Her loving parents, a home she warmed up to after her dark childhood, and now, very likely, her last shred of dignity.“I wonder if Ava would still pay if I tell her the price for her backup is not 50,000$, but with another zero in there...” Lying on the sofa in Cora’s ward, Catherine mumbles to herself, with a bitter chuckle.500,000$ in a day. She doesn’t really have many options.“Miss Catherine...” Victoria hesitates, seeing the slumped girl she has been caring for since she was taken in by the orphanage, “Are you really going to give it to your uncle? Your mom wouldn’t want it...”Victoria can’t go on. She knows how hard it has been on her little Miss Cat these days. Cora might not want it, but if Catherine doesn’t do it, then Cora might n
Catherine answers with a cold glare.The man laughs at it.With smiling eyes, he says the most tender words in the most arrogant way, as if he’s doing her a generous favor: “I’m not marrying you because of Ava, if that’s what you are worried about.”“Not because of Ava” is not the same as love, though.She has asked him that twice now, she won’t be asking again. His love is not on the table, and even if it is, she is not interested in a forced deal.“And not because of someone is the best reason you can find for a marriage?” Catherine snorts, and Damian looks over with a smile that says--[What more are you looking for? Love?]Damn it!She just doesn’t want to marry some random guy who met her for the first time, why does it feel like she’s begging him to love her?!“Damian Moore,”The man puts down the glass, meeting her eyes. She has been mimicking Ava’s style? Damian remembers the mean comments tonight, paying attention to it for the first time. The dull, tame, serene kind? Might s
The call ends automatically, and then it comes in, again.Catherine walks over and picks up the phone, sliding to put the call through, then on speaker, then the phone right by the man’s head.“Damian?” Ava’s soft voice comes through, “Are you home yet?”The man doesn’t move, at all.“Damian?” Ava urgers, her worry spouting out of the screen.“He is asleep,” Catherine leans forward, her voice cold.Short silence.“Catherine,” Ava says in a flat tone, “...am I on speaker?”“Yes,” Catherine glances at the “sleeping” man, “just in case your words can enter his dreams.”“I need to talk to you, too.”Glaring at Damian one last time, Catherine picks up the phone and puts it to her ear, waiting.After a long moment, Ava asks indifferently: “Will you take care of him tonight?”“Do you want me to?” Catherine smirks, eyes landing on Damian’s slightly shivering eyelashes, “...or NOT want me to?”Silence on Ava’s side.“Catherine, you hate me because your friend loves a man who loves me, that’s a
Seeing how he handled himself in front of Ava, all the way into details like putting his hand on her waist, Catherine intends to assume that he is faking drunk.But, he is the daddy with sugar now, one that has her fate in hand.Catherine puts on a perfect smile, putting the man-child in his seat before taking the steerwheel.Lived her biker days well, Catherine knows the city well into detail. Though went only once, she remembers well where Damian’s loft is.Few cars on the street at night. Catherine sets her biker’s free spirit free with only one hand on the wheel, the other elbow on the winder, enjoying the night breeze hitting her face.Damian is quiet, a light frown on his face with his eyes closed. When there are no mean words out of those lips, Catherine actually likes him more. She glances at him as she hits the brake with a swift turn.The frowning on Damian’s face deepened.Her heart tightens at his frowning. She didn’t think but the alcohol in his stomach obviously not agre
Wabbling with his steps, Damian puts his weight on Catherine, making her wabble with him, too.“I don’t want to go, I want to know,” The man grumbles, but not really rejecting Catherine’s move as she supports him, “tell me, please?”His eyes so clean, like crystal. No schemes, no coldness. Only innocent curiosity. She can fight him when he is mean, but when he shows vulnerability, she can’t help her heart move for him.“Why do you hate me, kitten?”“I don’t hate you,” Catherine confirms patiently. The man’s eyes brighten at her words, and that lifts her mood, too.But then when she looks up, she sees what the man is stalling for, and the faint warmth on her face fades. Every bit of it.Ava Knight with Killian Romano, walking right at them.Damian sees them, too. His arm on her shoulder slides down to her waist, making it look intimate.Does it ever work? To paint such a fake intimacy in front of the girl who owns his heart? When he lost his heart, he already lost the game.Catherine f
Catherine doesn’t answer right away.Not likely. Even washed tattoos must leave some sort of a trace. Ink under the skin is not easy to get rid of, just like anything under one’s skin.For example, a woman.Damian waits, his eyes on her so sharp as if he could cut her open with those eyes and get the answer himself.“...no,” Catherine turns to him, her voice light but calm.She’s not lying.Damian feels a tremendous wave of disappointment washing over him. What did he expect? That Catherine could be that woman? Or it’s because...He wants her to be?“You are looking for someone,” Catherine states, not asking, glancing at Damian with indifferent eyes, “a biker with a collarbone tattoo?”Damian doesn’t answer her, real darkness occupying his eyes this time.“I can ask around for you if you want,” Catherine offers, her tone so light it almost sounds cheering, “who is she?”Damian glances at Catherine with a frown. Her cheering tone stings him. Is Catherine THAT happy to see his attention
Catherine bites her lips.She wants to throw something at him again. [Why would anyone marry such a mean guy] in a scornful tone would be perfect.“Katie!” Catherine jumps at that shout, startled. She didn’t think Maverick would ever talk to her, not to mention initiating one.Maverick has been out looking for her for a while now. If she didn’t go back to question Killian, she would have missed him. Maverick dashes to her side, a hand landing on the top of Damian’s Rolls Royce as he tries to calm his panting.Damian glares forward, the twisted eyebrows showing the man’s sulk.“How much do you need?” Maverick asks, only to add awkwardly, “Delete the recording, and you can name your number.”Catherine curves her lips into a bitter smile.A month ago this man was still a perfect gentleman, attending to her like she was his treasure. They could talk, laugh, having all kinds of fun in the world. And now, he sees her as an extortionist and he is only talking to her to protect another woman
Damian’s sharp eyes nailed on her, not buying it at all. She is lying....but her eyes are so luring that it almost feels like she is lying with the truth...Some bold whistles, along with gasps and whispers. Catherine ignores all that, taking Damian’s observing look calmly.Ava stares at the two people in disbelief, and only looks away when Damian’s eyes dart in her direction.A smirk crawls onto Damian’s face.He sees through Catherine’s lie after he sees Ava’s look--Everyone knows how he loved Ava for years, and how Ava has been with Killian for years, too. The hottest gossip these days remains how after breaking up with Killian, Ava only came back to get back with him, again.Damian came off as the pathetic backup in this story. Catherines knows that, and her offer, is pursuing him in front of Ava--Everyone knows how Ava used to be jealous of Catherine.Before Catherine’s epic fall, maybe still is. After all, Catherine, Bess and Ava were the three city princesses. The richest, m
Catherine walks over in elegant moves, not stopping until she is right in front of Ava, aversion to her plainly written in Catherine’s eyes.Even in high heels, Ava comes off shorter than Catherine. Maybe noticing she is not winning over Catherine on vigor, Ava sits down in a careless move. Right by Damian’s side.Catherine doesn’t even let her eyes land on Damina.“Killian,” Catherine’s voice is now steady and calm, “you bought the hospital my mom is in?”Killian answers with his usual flat tone, “No.”Catherine takes an inhale to try to keep a cool head, “So there is another jerk, just as mean as you, suddenly decided to buy that particular hospital for no reason but to raise my mom’s bill?”Welllll, she tried.It’s not wise at all, to lash out at the tyrant of the underground world, but Catherine also has her own leverage to bet that he won’t dare touch her now--Killian wouldn’t have come to her and asked nicely, if there was ANY other way to find Bess.Killian shoots Catherine a