The S.C.D Entertainment Starlight Gala was the event of the century that drew the crème de la crème of society to its glittering red carpet. The air was electric with anticipation as fans and paparazzi lined the velvet ropes, their excited chatter rising to a fever pitch each time a new limousine or luxury car pulled up to the entrance of the grand event center.The red carpet stretched out like a crimson river, flanked by towering topiary sculptures and twinkling fairy lights. Security personnel in neat black suits maintained a watchful presence, their earpieces buzzing with hushed communications from time to time.The arrivals started flooding the place in earnest as the golden hour drew near. A sleek silver Rolls-Royce Phantom glided to a stop, and one of the media moguls, Jasper Sinclair, emerged. His salt-and-pepper hair was perfectly coiffed and the mask required for the occasion framed his face. He adjusted his designer suit, flashing his million-dollar smile at the cameras
The final figure to emerge from the sedan was the one that really made the entire crowd absolutely erupt into disarray. It was none other than President Walter Bolting himself - the same man that the entire world had thought was dead!He looked every inch the powerful leader in an exquisitely tailored black tuxedo and had an intricate gold mask covering half of his face. Yet, it somehow only amplified his whole aura of distinguished authority. A hush fell over the crowd before the paparazzi surged forward like a tidal wave."Holy shit, it's President Bolting! I can't believe it!""But how is this even possible? Didn't he get whacked?" "President Bolting! President Bolting! Can we get a statement over here, sir?"“How are you still alive?” “We heard you were dead.” “Where do you stand now that a new President has been elected?” "Where have you been during these past weeks? Everyone believed you were dead.""What exactly is going on?"Microphones and cameras were thrust towards th
Just as the crowd was still recovering from the gorgeous pair's entrance, movement from the car caught their attention once more.Another impeccably polished male shoe touched the red carpet before a second masked man emerged from the depths of the luxury vehicle.If the first mysterious gentleman had seemed ripped straight from the pages of a storybook, this next one was like something out of a bodice-ripper romance novel cover, handcrafted by the gods themselves to bring the wildest fantasies to life.His tall, muscular frame radiated a dangerous, almost feral sort of power and masculinity. The crisp lines of his burgundy suit tailored to perfection only served to accentuate the tantalizing promise of the well-defined physique lying beneath. His strong jawline could have cut glass, and his penetrating amber eyes seemed to smoke with an intensity that could burn through even the thickest of masks."Holy...fucking...shit...!" a flustered paparazzo mumbled, struggling to keep his com
Kylie felt as if someone had dumped a bucket of ice water down her spine the moment Knox's penetrating gaze landed on her. There was something deeply, profoundly unsettling about this man with an aura of quiet menace that sent her instincts into full-blown panic mode. She didn't know the first thing about who he was, but every fiber of her being was screaming that he was dangerous. The kind that could end your whole existence without breaking a sweat.The overwhelming sense of dread she'd experienced earlier when she saw her dead father alive and well was amplified tenfold. It was like standing on the edge of a cliff, knowing you were about to fall but unable to step back. Kylie's fight-or-flight reflexes kicked into overdrive, and she quickly decided her best play was the damsel-in-distress card. She may be an actress with a shelf full of awards, but these crocodile tears were going to need every ounce of her considerable talent."Oh no, please!" she cried out, bringing a trembl
MD Kent’s hands trembled visibly as he hastily made his way to the elevated platform at the front of the cavernous, opulently-decorated hall. The air was saturated with the mingled scents of expensive perfumes and the subtle aroma of gourmet hors d'oeuvres being passed around by neatly dressed servers.The MD nervously adjusted his bow tie and fussed with the microphone while the last of the esteemed attendees found their seats. He tapped it one last time before clearing his throat with an unnecessarily loud "Ahem!""Welcome, honored guests!" Donald Kent’s voice boomed through the state-of-the-art sound system. Despite the grandeur of his surroundings, a thin sheen of sweat glistened on his brow as he forced what he hoped was a winning smile. Having their notorious first master and his crew here was beyond unnerving. "Thank you all for joining us this evening and for your tremendously generous contributions to our charitable endeavors. Your philanthropy will make a real differenc
Just then, the grand double doors at the back of the hall swung open with a resounding boom, and a squad of grim-faced men marched in lockstep.They charged directly at Governor Glover, encircling him in a close semicircle and obstructing his path of escape. “What’s going on?” “How are these people?” The crowd erupted in a wave of confused murmuring and uneasy shuffling. The lead officer was a tall, imposing woman with sharp features and a no-nonsense demeanor. She delved her hand into her slack and flashed her badge. "Governor Michael Glover, you are under arrest for embezzlement of state funds, racketeering, and abuse of power as a public official," she stated in a voice that brooked no argument. A stunned, disbelieving silence fell over the luxurious hall as the gathered elite tried to process her words. Governor Glover's already flushed face turned an even deeper shade of crimson. His mouth opened and closed soundlessly a few times like a gasping fish before he finally sp
Kylie looked like she had been slapped across the face as the weight of reality finally penetrated her entitled bubble of denial. Her mouth worked furiously, but no sound came out. The tension in the grand hall thickened until it was almost a palpable force that blanketed the entire room. She took in the gathered elite sitting in shock and utterly dumbfounded by the unfolding events. Some looked faintly scandalized, others vaguely gleeful at watching the downfall of the arrogant Bolting family. President Bolting leaned back in his chair with a cold expression on his face as he watched the entire chaotic scene unfold without a shred of pity or remorse. The same could be said for Serena who felt nothing but seething contempt for the wicked trio.Kylie's mind raced desperately, trying to concoct any plan, no matter how far-fetched to save herself from the dire situation rapidly closing in around her. She decided her only glimmer of hope was to use the mayhem and pandemonium of the
"Hang on!" Serena's voice suddenly rang out.The sudden interruption caused a ripple of surprise to wash over the assembled crowd. Their hushed whispers instantly died away and their eyes swiveled towards the source of the faint yet stern voice.Serena rose elegantly from her seat and strode forward. Each step carried her closer to Kylie, and her prowling, almost predatory gait spoke volumes about the shift in power dynamics between the two women.The crowd's collective gaze followed her progress as she moved, drinking in every detail of her transformation. Gone was the broken, desperate woman they had recently seen splashed across the tabloids. In her place stood a vision of poise and self-assurance. Serena finally came to a halt directly before her former half-sister. The contrast between the two women couldn't have been more obvious. While Serena radiated confidence and power, Kylie looked small and diminished. Her once-impeccable appearance was now marred by smeared makeup an