"Huh?" She raised her brow.
"You think you can just leave without a trace after what happened that night?" His hands still pinned hers above her head, his piercing blue eyes boring into hers. "W-what do you mean?" she stuttered, his scent reminding her of that night—the night that changed her life completely. "What do I mean? Are you seriously asking me that, woman? If your brain can't recall how we burned together on that bed, how about I remind you right here?" His face was dangerously close as he growled into her ear. Her eyes widened. He meant it. Every single word. He was the king of the entertainment world, after all. "Let me go," she demanded stubbornly, her voice barely audible. He let out a low, dark chuckle that sent a chill down her spine. "Let you go? Oh, I'll let you go, Tatiana. But not until you understand the consequences of crossing paths with me." Her pupils dilated as she remained frozen, not scared but shocked with the realization that Mr. King was the man she had a night with years ago. Dylan's father. Tatiana never thought he'd hold such a personality. Cassius had the same blue eyes, lips, and hair color. He was like the bigger version of her son. "Why did you leave that night?" he inquired. "I'm sorry... I was drunk and in a state of depression that night. I left because I was embarrassed. I'm sorry," she apologized, her voice barely audible. He remained quiet for a while, his gaze piercing as he observed her closely like a predator ready to pounce on its prey. He released her hand, and she quickly held her towel. 'Dylan,' her subconscious reminded her, and she wanted to tell him, but his words shattered that thought. "Among all the women who wanted my dick buried inside them, you're quite a different one." Tatiana almost gasped. "I'm not that type of woman. You know nothing about me, and that night was a mistake." "Oh yeah? I saw the way you stared at me hours ago. Like you desire me again." Tatiana clenched her fist beside her. He smirked at her fierce look; that's exactly what he wanted to see. As she made to speak, his phone rang, disrupting the moment. She watched him pull out his phone, and his gaze hardened. "Well, I guess we'll be meeting some other time, Tatiana," he said, looking up at her, his jaw clenching. "Don't even think of running again; you won't like my next action." With that, he stepped out of the room, and Tatiana could finally breathe well. "That was scary." She made sure his footsteps faded completely before shutting the door. --- After her encounter with Mr. King, Tatiana couldn't get her mind off him. She couldn't fathom the reason for his anger and had thought he would have forgotten her. But that wasn't the case. He seemed to have searched for her, thinking she was a whore. She couldn't even bring herself to tell him about Dylan. Gosh, she felt like going crazy. "Tatie, the apartment is ready," Jolene informed her over the phone, and she headed to the given address. It was a well-secured residence in the whole of Australia. Tatiana was able to afford it, thanks to her savings. She knew that money would come in handy someday. She needed a place where Dylan would be safe; this was a monster den of a country, after all. After settling in, Tatiana reveled in the comfortable apartment she had prepared after so much stress. Its architecture was grand and well-furnished. The lighting was soft and warm, illuminating the lavish decorations. The air was clean and fresh, prompting a smile on her face. "Tatie?" Jolene called, bringing in some boxes. "Hey, easy, I told you I'd pay some men to do this," Tatiana said, taking the loads from her, and Jolene sighed. "It's fine. This is nothing," Jolene chuckled. "Jojo?" Tatiana raised a brow. "That's all, they're not that heavy. This is the last one," Jolene said. "Uhm, I've been meaning to ask." "Hm?" Tatiana hummed, unpacking the box. "Are you really sure about this?" she asked, and Tatiana looked at her. "I mean, everything. I just wanna know if you're fine." Tatiana smiled. "I'm good." "Great. I've found a company to sign you in, and you won't believe it. Take it as a surprise tomorrow," Jolene winked. Jolene had always been a capable manager. She was like a sister from another mother, always helping Tatiana through thick and thin. Tatiana was sure Jolene was blaming herself for Isabella's death, even though she tried to hide it. That was why she had been trying so hard to help her ever since her return. "Jojo," Tatiana called. "Hm?" "Isabella's death was not your fault," Tatiana stated, and Jolene's face dropped. Those words felt like something she had been wanting to hear badly. The doorbell sounded, disrupting the moment. Catelyn and Dylan walked in. Jolene gasped, seeing the young cutie. "Mummy!" Dylan's tiny voice chimed as he ran to hug Tatiana. "Oh sweet boy, I've missed you," she kissed his cheek, and he giggled softly. "I missed you too," he answered, and Tatiana kissed him again. Dylan's gaze went to Jolene. "Aunt from the video call." Jolene remained frozen, her lips parted as she stared in awe. 'Cute! Cute! Cute!' those were the words ringing in her head. "Jojo?" Tatiana's voice brought her back to her senses. "Dylan," Jolene crouched before him and held his tiny hands. Dylan pouted. "Are you about to cry?" he asked innocently as he blinked those adorable eyes. "I am just too happy to see you," Jolene chuckled. "Me too," he replied. "Do you wanna play? I and your mother prepared an awesome room for you. Wanna see it?" "Yes!" he said excitedly. Tatiana watched Jolene take Dylan to his room. "She didn't even recognize my presence. Just how cute is your son?" Catelyn teased, and Tatiana smiled, but it disappeared almost immediately. "I'm sorry about Isabella," Catelyn consoled. "Thanks," Tatiana nodded. "I met Dylan's father yesterday." Catelyn's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. "Really?" "Yeah, and I think he hates me for leaving that night," she added. "Did you tell him about Dylan?" Catelyn asked, and Tatiana bit her lip. "You didn't?" "I couldn't. He thinks I'm a whore. He hates me, and I did a bit of research about him last night and--" Tatiana paused to take a deep breath. "And what?" Tatiana looked at her and announced. "He is engaged"That night, Maya stared at her husband's handle on social media. He had posted a picture of them smiling at each other. Maya was wearing a long-sleeved yellow gown, and her husband was in a suit.Fans wished they could have a marriage like hers. The post had millions of likes and thousands of comments.As she checked out his old posts, Maya heard the return of her husband, Mason, and quickly headed downstairs to welcome him."You're back," she smiled and took the bag from him. He didn't reply; it was something she was used to.Mason headed straight to his room to freshen up, and Maya went to the kitchen to serve his meal. Her nightwear covered almost every part of her body except her face.After serving, Maya waited for Mason until he returned. He entered the dining room, still not uttering a word to her. Opening the meal, his gaze darkened."Honey, what is this?" Mason asked, his voice laced with anger as he gazed at the dinner table. "I specifically asked for the famous chicken parm
An invitation from two men that defined her past!It took a while before Tatiana could digest Jolene's words. The King's Entertainment Company invited her? That is a huge shock!Nathan definitely sent a contract just to remind her that he is still superior and that she will forever remain under him. Accepting such an offer from him would give her a chance to dig out his secret, but knowing what kind of devil Nathan is, that would be a death wish, especially when she has no one backing her.As for Mr. King, that would be a huge blow. Every netizen would definitely throw insults at her and try to dig out how she managed to get herself in.They'll find out about Dylan, and that would cause an uproar. She doesn't want to drag Dylan into this; she wanted him out of this war she is about to face. Also, she doesn't know Cassius's intention towards her.He is engaged, he despises her, and yet he wants her under him as his artist. It was just so confusing."Tatie?" Jolene's voice snapped her
"What's with the long face, darling?" Nathan, Tatiana's fiancé, whispered as he placed a stunning silver necklace around her neck that matched her wedding gown. "Nervous?" he asked, and she nodded with a small smile. His words sent a shiver down her spine. "Yeah, me too. I can't believe you'll be my wife in the next hour. It means the world to me, my love." Tatiana's father, Mr. Wallington, a powerful business tycoon, saw his daughters as mere tools for building his empire. Every word he spoke was final, and even her mother had no say against his wishes. Despite being bound to Nathan, the CEO of Stardust Entertainment Company, by her overbearing father for the past five years, Tatiana had grown to love Nathan. He was sweet and charming. After Nathan left, Tatiana's smile faded. It was her wedding day, but she felt conflicted. Lately, Nathan's suspicious behavior had left her puzzled. Part of her felt this was all wrong. Her phone buzzed; it was a message from Jolene, her assista
Tatiana quickly lay on the bed, pretending to be asleep. Her heart beating fast, threatening to jump out of its ribcage. "What are you talking about?" The man’s deep, rich voice sounded, and Tatiana felt a chill run down her spine. Oh heavens, what is she going to do? She peeked at him just to see how he looked but only saw his back view. A tall, imposing figure, definitely not old or crippled, but incredibly hot. He was speaking with someone on the phone. "I thought you promised to send someone. What the fuck am I supposed to tell her when she wakes?" he asked the person on the other side. Tatiana frowned. He had been expecting someone to sleep with last night. He was probably one of those rich men who paid to sleep with women. She clenched her jaw. ‘I’m not a whore,’ she thought to herself. He ended the call, and Tatiana shut her eyes again. She heard his footsteps fading and the door shutting. He had entered his dressing room. Tatiana sprang up from the bed, put on her cloth
The room fell silent; one could hear a pin drop. Tatiana forgot how to use her mouth and only stared at her son."Is Father a bad man?" Dylan asked innocently. He didn't look upset but worried."Dylan," Catelyn cut in."No, he is not a bad man. He is a wonderful man that you'll meet someday. But now is not the right time, dear, but I promise, you'll meet your father," Tatiana answered, and Dylan's smile returned."I bet he is as handsome as me," he chuckled."He sure is," Tatiana agreed, and the room returned to its cheerful atmosphere.After putting Dylan to sleep, Tatiana went to grab a glass of water, trying to control her breathing."Tatie," Catelyn called behind her."I just promised him that he'll meet his father soon when I don't even know who he is, what he looks like, or what kind of personality he has. What if he hates me and Dylan? What if Dylan hates me? What if...""Relax, Tatie, it's not the end of the world," Catelyn held her hand."I don't know what to do," Tatiana whi
As Tatiana stood before Isabella's grave, it felt like a nightmare. A nightmare she didn't want to believe. Her desperate voice over her voicemail echoed in her head.She blamed herself for not being there when Isabella needed her help. She hated herself for leaving this monster den of a country in the first place.Tatiana wished she had tried to stop Isabella from going into the entertainment industry, but her sister was determined, just like her.She would find whoever was behind this and make them wish for death. She would destroy each and every one of them."Tatiana," a familiar voice snapped her back to reality. She turned to see her older sister Maya. She was dressed in black, just like her.Only a few people attended Isabella's burial; their father, stepmother, and stepbrother were not among them.Maya walked to stand beside her, sadness swirling in her gaze. "I'm so sorry."Tatiana scoffed. "Isabella would never kill herself, you know that. And yet you let Father suppress the