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 back to reality. "I know what you might be thinking, but I think you deserve it. Probably King Entertainment Company saw your previous years' work and got interested." Wrong! Cassius definitely didn't accept her for her work. He wanted her close just to make her pay for an unknown reason. "You are a gem. You should see yourself that way. Managing you years ago was like heaven. Fighting alongside you was fierce and exciting, and I never regretted those moments," Jolene started, and Tatiana looked up at her. "If you think you don't deserve King's Company, then you're wrong." "That's not the problem," Tatiana stated. "You're worried about what netizens would say. The Tatie I know would never worry about what people think or say about her, as long as she is doing what is right." Jolene's words seemed to awaken something in Tatiana. Her lips curved up into a lovely smile. "You're good with words, aren't you?" she teased. "I learned it from you. I learned many things from you after you transformed my life. And I'll do whatever it takes to help you. That's why I hated myself for what happened to Isabella..." "I told you not to blame yourself." "I can't help it. I'm sorry," Jolene gazed down at her fingers. "I'll think about the offer. I promise," Tatiana responded, and Jolene's smile returned. --- [KING'S COMPANY] Cassius tapped his fingers consecutively on his desk as he stared at his screen. Waiting. "She hasn't responded?" Hudson asked, and Cassius didn't respond. Every other artist would jump at the offer. Getting into King's Company is like a huge dream come true, but Tatiana was taking her sweet time, and his patience was wearing thin. He tapped his fingers impatiently, his eyes fixed on the screen as if willing her response to appear. "Maybe she's busy. Or maybe she's just not interested," Hudson intervened, but Cassius knew better. Judging from what was going on around her, she definitely needed it. He wanted to know what kind of woman she was. "But—" Hudson slowly turned his head to Cassius. "It's weird you asked me to send an invitation to her without thinking twice. Is she your idol, too?" Cassius scoffed. "Don't get ahead of yourself. I have my reasons," his eyes glittered with something unreadable. Hudson blinked several times. "That aside, how about those assholes trying to mess with us?" Cassius inquired, and Hudson's face turned serious. "I got something last night," he brought out his system and found a video. He took it to Cassius. As he watched the video, Cassius's jaw clenched, his anger evoked. "Get me my favorite first. I'll find those pricks later," Cassius said, leaning back in his chair. "You're not a kid; why do you still like cookies?" "Do you want me to cancel the invitation to your idol? 'Cause that would be a marvelous thing to do," Cassius warned. "I'll go get them. Don't you dare do that, or I'll fire you as my boss!" Hudson snapped and left the office. Cassius's lips parted. "He'll fire me? Gosh, he never ceases to amaze me," his gaze returned to his system. "Oh fuck this," he mumbled and shut his system, bringing out some papers and beginning to sign them. A knock disrupted his moment, and he gave a cue for the figure to come in. The door opened, and an elegant woman stepped in. A definition of beauty, especially her smile, her aura charming and powerful as she stepped in. Cassius raised his blank gaze to her. He returned to his domineering self as he watched her approach. "Hello, Cash," Indigo greeted. Cash was the nickname he allowed those close to him to address him with. Getting no reply, Indigo sighed. She stepped further to stand close to him and reached for his hair to touch, but his cold voice gave her pause. "Don't." Indigo knew what was best for her and withdrew her hand. "Fine, I'm sorry for what I did, but please don't punish me like this. I can't take it; you know how I care for you. I did what I did to protect you." "Protect?" Cassius cut in. "You call announcing our engagement to the world protection? I thought I clearly stated I wanted our union to be strictly exclusive until our marriage, but that didn't seem to reach your ears." "I wanted to let the world know that you're mine, Cash," Indigo retorted. "Then you should listen to me," Cassius shot her a cold look, but Indigo didn't let it affect her, so she continued. "You know I love you more than any woman can love a man. I've loved you since childhood, and though you never noticed my desire, I prayed every single day that you'd want me back. And when you proposed to me, it was everything I wanted, Cash. I couldn't keep my happiness in, so I just... had to. I'm sorry." She bit her lips and looked down, sadness evoked on her face. Cassius sighed and replied, "It's fine, we are getting married anyway. The doctor said my mother will be waking up soon. That news will please her once she hears it." Indigo's smile returned, and she swiftly moved her face closer to kiss his lips, but Cassius moved his face away. Indigo didn't stop and kissed his cheek instead. The cold man never smiled. After his mother's tragedy, his cold attitude towards everyone worsened, and his ruthless ways were beyond imagination. 'Just don't get on his bad side, he'll ruin you without a thought.' "I love you," she whispered and sat straight on the table. Taking a deep breath, she asked in a calm voice, "So Cash, when are we getting married?""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
"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
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