Angel Ward shut the door as younger man exited. She hugged herself,her skin radiating like that of the early morning sun. There was something about her countenance that depicted her present mood. Joy. She was in her nighties,her petite body perfectly fitting in it like a dummy would on sample clothes. She pushed her brunette hair backwards,revealing a dragon tattoo she had drawn earlier in the year . Angel sighed, beaming with happiness. She dragged her feet over the soft brown rug and made her way into one of the rooms beside it. She pulled the handle gently,walked into the room and closed the door . The room was tastefully furnished . It had a four poster bed, lots of framed photos and awards of best actress lined up on a shelf close to the bed. There was also a large human sized mirror that stood beside a brown desk. Just like the living room,the floor was also covered with a soft, Arabia rug that could swallow someone’s feet. Her eyes were on the bed which was rough. three pillows were scattered on the ground. The white bed sheet was stained with blood on the centre.it spread,creating almost a perfect circle. Angel pulled the sheet off the bed and threw them on the ground hoping to wash . Finally, She still couldn’t believe that she had lost her innocence to the man she loved. It pleased her. She headed next to the bathroom to shower. It took her a whole minute to pull off her night gown,before slipping into the bath tub. She turned on the tap. As the water touched her exposed skin,she shivered, moving a little. She laid on the tub,her eyes closed. She recollected everything that happened. From the way his middle finger traced the tattoo on her neck to her bust. The way he sniffed her like a hungry lion wanting to devour its prey. Was it the way he held her delicately and thrusted into her, seizing her breath for a whole minute. Was it the way she moaned? Was it the desire she read in his eyes? It was something she never wanted to end. She turned the tap off and took her towel that was hung close to the tube. As she stepped out,water from her feet splashed on the ground,leaving imprints. She wrapped the towel around her waist. Almost immediately, she heard her door bell ring. She paused,trying to confirm if it was indeed her condominium unit. The purr sound from the electric bell buzzed again. She stole a glance at the wall clock. 10:07 PM. It was too late to answer visitors. The ten storey building where she lived was one of the most exclusive buildings in the country. It was the best of the best. There were also rules. Visitors were not allowed in the building past 10 PM. Who could it be? Perhaps,her lover? The bell rang again this time, longer than the first. Maybe it really was her lover. She walked swiftly to answer the door. If he was the one,she would be the happiest woman in the world. She imputed her passcode and opened the door. A frown appeared on her face, “Who are you?”. . . A loud scream interrupted the silence that ruled the night. A body fell from a balcony on the seventh floor and crashed into the red convertible . The face was bloodied. The victim was naked. Angel Ward. The body hitting the car set off a chain of alarms, interrupting sleep. Silence. FIVE YEARS LATER It was night. The street was empty except for Barbie who was walking drunk down the road. She was in a vintage top that exposed her cleavages,a very short jean skirt,high stilettos and an expensive Gucci bag that hung loosely on her shoulders. As she staggered through a dark alley,she almost fell as her leg stumbled on a box tossed by the side of the road. She felt a fluid move up her throat. She rushed to the side of the wall to vomit. Life was cruel to her. She was also disgusted with life. Ahead,two men were heading her way. As they sighted her,they began to smile at each other and made for her. Barbie threw her face away. How could this bald headed man with brown teeth that stink of tobacco smile at her? His accomplice who was pot bellied looked more like a monster with his overweight and shapeless head. “Pretty girl”,the bald headed man started. Barbie looked up. The men stared lustfully at her,admiring her thick curves and doll face.that kind of beauty that would make a man want her . “Piss off”,she muttered,then tried to walk away. One of them stopped her with an outstretched hand. The pot bellied man looked closely at her and exclaimed to his friend,in utter amazement, “Isn’t she Barbie Anderson,the A list Actress?”. His friend was marvelled by his words and shone his gaze over Barbie’s face. Of course,she was. Barbie was that one actress that thrived on scandals. She was one of the most hated,yet one of the most loved in the industry. She had received an award for best actress twice and her skills were top notch. She was also wealthy. The only thing lacking was her relationship with men. There were rumours that she has had tons of affairs with married men to land top roles in blockbusters and high rating series. She was just twenty four. The men grinned to themselves. Today was their lucky day! If it wasn’t,how could they explain that they caught such a gem on the road,and at night? They could have a little fun with her and make a video they would use to blackmail her for money. So perfect !! “Where are you going?”the Bald headed man asked again. The other man stroked her arm with his fingers. She pulled her hand away “What’s your business?”,she snarled. Her voice lacked any will power . She was super drunk. The men exchanged glances,smirking to themselves. She was drunk. They were too,but the dark night with the dim half moon would provide enough to get what they want to do. Before she knew what was going on,she was already pinned to the ground. One of the men held back her two hands while the other held her legs with one hand and pulled up her dress with the other. She was screaming and pushing with the last energy in her. “Let me go,” she muttered. She wanted to scream but it came out as a whisper. “Quickly pull out your phone and start recording”, the bald headed man told his friend. His friend was visibly displeased. “Why would I want to? I can’t let only you have all the fun to yourself”. The bald headed man tapped his head in frustration,and anger, “Stupid. I meant I’ll go first and you will record. I’ll also record on your turn. You are so dumb!”. The other man understood now and took out his phone to start recording . Her pants went down and the man had pulled down his trousers. At that moment,the tap tap tap sound of a clicking brogue, distracted them. It was so loud that they all turned,including dazed Barbie. A tall,masculine figure in a black, custom tailored suit appeared. His left hand was dipped inside his pocket while his right hand stood out ,holding into a briefcase firmly. On his left wrist was a Richard Miller watch worth millions of dollars. His face was godlike,but prideful. The hairs on his head was coal black,evidence of one who took a lot of time taking care of it. His eyes carried light from the stars. Barbie was star struck. He was definitely a foreigner to Verda because his skin shone brighter than any she had seen before and his eyes were unusually curved in a certain fashion that was known to those of men in the east. He eyed the men generously,a frown on his face. His eyes traced Barbie next. her dress spoke of affluence,though they were skimpy! Hate appeared in his eyes like a flash of lightning. “Is Rape not a crime in Curbasi?”. The men were visibly annoyed that someone interrupted their once in a lifetime moment. The man on top of Barbie rose to his feet. He was short compared to the man in front of him. The man who was about 6.4ft looked down at the pot bellied man as if he was some dwarf. The Other man slipped the phone into his pocket and fished out a clasp knife from under his belt that had cut in many places and had been amended so many times. Barbie’s heart skipped a beat. She was fearful for not only her life,but that of her young,handsome Prince charming. “Back off and mind your business, lad”, the man shouted,waving the knife as a warning to the young man. The man stood,unfazed,his frown deepening, “Some men truly are shameless”,the young man muttered to himself. He pulled his hand from his pocket and started to remove his watch, slowly,precisely. The men watched closely as he did it. They were bemused. Was he planning on fighting? To them it was funny. Rich kids were terrible fighters and had to depend on bodyguards to help them. Certainly,the guy in front of them was just putting on a show. “I hate three things“, the man explained as he undid his watch, “Rape, Injustice and Love. You would not want to know my next move”. His eyes were on his wristwatch. His voice was so calm that it sent shivers down the spines of the men for a whole minute. It came out as the most dangerous threat ever. A friendly one that read too many meanings. On second thoughts,the men dispersed their fears. There was no way this man was going to take them on and win as they were both armed. They were also street lords in Curbasi. They led a group of criminal minds in their area. There was no way they would ever let this guy go Scot free,that is if he refuses to back off. “Stop saying nonsense,young man .Walk away as if you never saw anything or we will hurt you”,the pot bellied man threatened. The young man finally raised his gaze to reach them. His eyes were as cold as ice. “Walk away now or you will never have the privilege to walk ever again”,he said looking from one man to another. The two men glanced at each other as if trying to figure out what he meant then finally they busted into laughter. The young man smiled. It was more of a wicked grin. “Fine.I’ll do it your way”. He began to fold his Suit sleeves, The men exchanged glances,knowing he was serious now . “You caused this on yourself,I warned you!!”The bald headed man gritted his teeth and signalled to the other man to end the young man quickly. He nodded, strolling towards the young man. The pot bellied man held the knife offensively as he approached the young man thinking it would scare him away. The young man just stood, emotionless. His cold demeanour did not change. He was clicking the heels of his brogue impatiently. The man reached him,slashing at his arm. The young man moved backwards evading the attack. The pot bellied man was taken aback by his quick movement. He launched another attack,this time at his chest. The young man grabbed his hand,twisted it and sent a heavy blow to his teeth. Two teeth dropped but the young man still did not let him go. He pulled him down to his knees and landed multiple kicks on the pot bellied man’s face. The bald headed man was shocked that he couldn’t move. His body was shivering at the cruelty being meted to his pal. He did not expect this richly dressed man to be good at martial arts! After over thirty kicks ,the young man finally let the pot bellied man go. As he slumped to the ground,his eyes met with Barbie and a new kind of fear enveloped her. The man’s face was bloodied and he lost skin in most of his face. She had never experienced anything like this. She had prayed he triumphed, but the cost was too much. He was no longer doing this the right way. This was vengeance,but for what? The young man pulled down his sleeve and made a short walk towards the Bald headed man. He took his time,dragging his heels like one who had all the time in the world. The knife fell off Baldy’s hand and he went on his knees to beg for his life. “Am so sorry sir, I will never do it again. Please let this one slide boss”. The young man smirked. “I know”. He grabbed The Baldy’s hand and broke it. The man yelped in pain. His voice interrupted the silence that had engulfed the night. The young man let go of him. “Take your friend away”. The man,who was in excruciating pain nodded,thanking The young man and then used his good hand to pull his friend away. They disappeared into the darkness. Barbie had gathered her strength and stood up. She pulled her pants up and drew down her skirt. Her eyes were spinning and she wanted to throw up again. The young man turned to her. “Hey!”. She fainted and dropped to the ground. The frown on Adrian’s face disappeared. He was just an average guy now. A glint of sadness flashed through his face but it cleared as quickly as it came. He lowered himself to the ground and picked Barbie up.
She smelled of hibiscus ,and other soft mixing that made her irresistible to taste. Her scent reminded him of someone in his past that he had tried so hard to forget. He took out his phone and dialled a number. It rang for a few seconds before the receiver answered the call, “George, come and pick me up,and a …”, He stammered,as if the word he wanted to say next was very hard for him to say. After a few minutes of fighting it down, he finally added, “And a lady,be fast about it”. “A lady?”, the tenor tone on the other end asked, flabbergasted. “Yes”. The speaker on the other end was shocked,but obeyed nevertheless, “Yes ,boss”. . . Barbie’s dream was wonderful . It was one of the few times in her life that she had such a pleasant dream. In it,she was in a castle,dressed like a princess and treated as one. She smiled to herself as she was being led to a rollercoaster. The rollercoaster was pink,a matching colour to her gown. Her escorts, Men in Blue suit flexing their muscular bodies. She stretched her hands, enjoying the wind caressing her fragile skin. Was this how it felt to be free? She let herself fall. She crashed on the hard , wooden floor and winced in pain. She opened her eyes. It was no longer a dream. She had fallen from a high four poster bed. Dreams! This room was definitely not hers. Her room was not this big and richly furnished. The gold figurines that sat on the desk close to the bed and the large wardrobe was absent in her own room. She was trying to recollect how she got here. She couldn’t. Nothing was making sense to her. The door creaked open and a slim figure entered. The handsome man had brown brows and the hair on his head was also golden brown. Barbie jumped to her feet,her fist clenched in a defensive mode. “Who are you?”. The man sized her up, “You’re aware you can’t land a single blow at me,right?”. “Try me”,Barbie fumed. A smirk lit up his face. “You must be Barbie Anderson, the A list Actress. My boss, Sir Aiden Carter picked you up last night. Don’t you remember?”. Picked her up? Everything came as a flash and her memory of the night before returned . She raised her head up, “That scary man is your boss?” “You are lucky to have met that scary man. Ladies beg their whole lives to see him but will never”. His words annoyed Barbie, “Nonsense! I’ve met more handsome men. I’ve also met rich and influential people. He is just a little above average”. Saying that, she turned to look for her bag. She wanted to leave immediately. She sighted it on the bed. Grabbing it,she unzipped it and took out her phone to make a call. “What are you doing?”. She eyed him, “Obviously trying to make a call”. George dashed and snatched the phone from her. Barbie tried to hold onto the phone but he was stronger. “You can’t make a call here!”. “Why?your boss is a mafia lord?”. George was angry at first,but it all went away in a second. There was this strange confidence Barbie exuded that he could not explain. When Boss Aiden brought her home the night before,he had thought her beauty was superficial. There was no way someone would have this Goddess-like face and did not perform facial upliftment. He was wrong. She was all natural. There was no way facial surgery would give such perfection , her petite body and curvy shapes too. He sighed, “Do you want to go home? I’ll drive you”. She didn’t reply,only turned on her phone ,her eyes on the time. 8:15 AM. There was a movie she was supposed to be in before 9AM. The production company was shooting the finale of the new movie in which she played the female lead. It was her time to sigh now. “Is there any problem?”George couldn’t help but ask. “There is, Mr…” She stared at him,realising she did not know his name. He smiled knowingly, “George. George Holloway. You don’t need to be polite. We are age mates”. Barbie was a little surprised. George seemed a lot older,but he is only twenty four? “How fast is your car?”. The grin on George’s face widened, “The fastest”. . . The Lamborghini stopped just opposite the ten storey building. George was surprised. “You live there?”. “Yes”, Barbie replied, unbuckling the seat belt. George knew this building way too well. His attachment to the building goes back in time, years ago. “I want to accompany you to your condo unit then”. “No need,thanks for the ride anyway”. She alighted from the car. George switched off the engine and ran after Her, “A friend lives in the building. I just want to go in with you. Please”. Barbie wasn’t happy with it but agreed. The security men on sighting Barbie pushed open the gate. She entered and they all greeted Barbie. She replied enthusiastically. George was finding Barbie interesting. Not many celebrities were this humble to people below them. They entered the elevator and she pressed the button for the seventh floor. “Your boss is a very mysterious person”,she said, turning to George. “He had a meeting and had to leave. Anyway,you really live on the seventh floor?”. She nodded, “Yes, the seventh to tenth floor are for the biggest celebrities in Verda”. “I know”, George replied,readjusting his gaze to the floor of the elevator. It stopped and the door opened wide. They walked out. George paused just outside the elevator,waiting, anxious. Barbie stopped at her unit and turned to George. “Say hello for me to your boss”. She waved and typed into her passcode. George stood,stature like,his expression frozen. The door beeped, opening by itself. Barbie slipped inside and closed her door gently. Shock, or fear. George was rooted to his feet. Was it by any chance , coincidence? Was it sheer coincidence that they both bought the same condo unit? Almost immediately his phone rang. He reached for his pocket and slipped it out. “You wouldn’t believe what I found”.
The California sun burned bright, a golden disc high in the clear blue sky. Its heat danced off the metal roofs of the film set, making the air shimmer like a dream. Dust floated everywhere, stirred up by rushing crew members and heavy equipment. But through the heat and chaos, one woman walked calmly, like the world itself slowed down for her. Agatha Henshaw. Her name alone was enough to hush a room. She was beauty, fame, and power wrapped into one. And when people saw her in person, they understood why. She wasn’t just pretty—she was unforgettable. Her caramel skin glowed under the sun, smooth and flawless. Her high cheekbones framed eyes like warm honey, framed by lashes so long they could sweep away secrets. Her lips, full and plum-colored, curved into a mysterious smile. Today, her black curls were pulled back into a neat bun, with one soft curl falling across her temple. Her green silk gown flowed like water around her body, hugging her in all the right places. She looked like a goddess—untouchable and perfect. Agatha didn’t need to speak to be noticed. Her presence was loud enough. Everything about her shouted luxury—from the diamond ring on her finger to the designer sandals barely peeking out from under her dress. Her assistant, Lucy, followed close behind, looking flustered and overwhelmed. Agatha’s security team moved silently around her, almost invisible but always watching. She walked with grace, the kind you only get from years of ballet. Each step was elegant. Her voice, soft and smooth, calmed everyone around her. She nodded and smiled at the crew, warm but distant. “Lucy, darling, are you alright? You look a bit flustered,” she said gently. Lucy blinked, surprised by the kindness. “Y-yes, Miss Henshaw. Just… a lot to manage.” Agatha smiled, comforting but cool. “Take a breath. We have all day.” The director, Mr. Kennedy, wiped sweat from his face and hurried over. “Agatha, my dear! Ready for your big scene?” Agatha turned to him, her voice like velvet. “Always, Mr. Kennedy. I’m here to give it everything.” He smiled in relief. “Perfect! Let’s fix the lighting, people! Rowen, sound check!” The movie was Broken Silence, a drama about a woman finding her strength again. Agatha played Hailey, a soft-spoken woman hiding deep pain. It was a role made for Agatha—vulnerable yet strong, just like she seemed in real life. As the crew prepared, Agatha stood still, her eyes taking in the old, crumbling set. It looked nothing like her real home, a giant glass mansion in the fancy part of LA. Her lips twitched slightly, almost like she found it amusing. But then she smiled again, perfect as ever. “Miss Henshaw, your water,” Lucy said, handing her a bottle. “Thank you, Lucy. You’re a gem,” Agatha replied, barely glancing at her. Still, Lucy beamed under the small praise. A young girl walked up nervously. Nika Rose,just starting out, still starry-eyed. “Miss Henshaw,” Nika whispered. “Your acting yesterday… It was amazing. I want to be like you.” Agatha touched Nika’s arm gently. “You’re already doing well, Nika. Just be honest with the camera. Don’t let anyone tell you you’re not enough.” Nika blushed, eyes wide with gratitude. A few steps away, David watched. He was the male lead, playing Hailey’s estranged husband. David had acted for years. He was sharp, and he saw things others missed. He didn’t trust Agatha’s sweet act. He had seen what happened to those who got too close. “Alright, everyone! Places!” Mr. Kennedy shouted. Agatha moved to her spot, every inch the star. David took his place too, eyes serious, body tense. “Action!” Suddenly, Agatha wasn’t Agatha anymore. She was Hailey,hurt, betrayed, full of pain. Tears filled her eyes. Her voice cracked with emotion. “You said you loved me, Carney,” she whispered. “You promised forever.” David responded, his voice filled with regret. “Hailey, I made a mistake. A terrible one.” Agatha’s hands shook, her shoulders drooped. Her pain felt real. Crew members wiped their eyes. Then came the big moment. “A mistake?! You destroyed me, Carney! You broke me into a million pieces!” She cried, but still looked stunning, her tears sparkling in the light. “Cut!” Mr. Kennedy called, his voice shaky with emotion. “Perfect, Agatha! Absolutely perfect!” The crew clapped. Lucy ran over with a towel. “Are you okay, Miss Henshaw?” Agatha took the towel and wiped her tears carefully, careful not to smudge her makeup. “I’m fine, Lucy. Just a bit drained. Worth it though, don’t you think, Mr. Kennedy?” “More than worth it!” he cheered. As the team reset the set, Agatha walked to David. “That was a powerful scene,” she said, her smile polite. “You were very good.” David nodded. “You always deliver.” Agatha’s smile didn’t change, but her eyes darkened slightly. “There’s no room for mistakes in this industry.” David’s voice was calm. “True. Stakes are high. Even off-screen.” Agatha tilted her head. “Oh? And what do you mean by that?” He didn’t flinch. “Just that the real drama isn’t always what the audience sees.” Her smile stayed on, but something cold flickered behind her eyes. “You’re always full of riddles, David,” she said. “But my life? It’s all joy and hard work.” They both looked toward Nika, still glowing from Agatha’s kindness. David raised an eyebrow. “Some stories have very interesting endings.” Her lips twitched again. For a moment, her sweet look cracked—but just for a second. Then it was gone. “Well,” she said smoothly, “I do love a good ending. I’ll make sure this one is unforgettable.” She turned and walked away, her gown swishing like silk waves. Lucy held the trailer door open, always ready. David watched her go, quiet and thoughtful. He had seen the mask slip. And he knew—behind the beauty was a storm waiting to break. Just then, Agatha’s phone rang. Lucy quickly passed it to her. AIDEN CARTER, the screen read. Agatha’s eyes lit up. She answered, her voice suddenly lighter. “Aiden, what’s up?” Aiden’s deep voice replied, a little rough. “Are you busy tonight?” Agatha smiled. “No, why?” “Grandpa Max’s 70th. Meet me at the party. I’ll send you the address.” Agatha giggled like a schoolgirl. “Hmm.” Behind her, the crew rushed around. But she was already in a different world. Aiden’s world. And that was a world no one else on set could see coming.
“No need,thanks for the ride anyway”. She alighted from the car. George switched off the engine and ran after Her, “A friend lives in the building. I just want to go in with you. Please”. Barbie wasn’t happy with it but agreed. The security men on sighting Barbie pushed open the gate. She entered and they all greeted Barbie. She replied enthusiastically. George was finding Barbie interesting. Not many celebrities were this humble to people below them. They entered the elevator and she pressed the button for the seventh floor. “Your boss is a very mysterious person”,she said, turning to George. “He had a meeting and had to leave. Anyway,you really live on the seventh floor?”. She nodded, “Yes, the seventh to tenth floor are for the biggest celebrities in Verda”. “I know”, George replied,readjusting his gaze to the floor of the elevator. It stopped and the door opened wide. They walked out. George paused just outside the elevator,waiting, anxious. Barbie stopped at her unit and turned to George. “Say hello for me to your boss”. She waved and typed into her passcode. George stood,stature like,his expression frozen. The door beeped, opening by itself. Barbie slipped inside and closed her door gently. Shock, or fear. George was rooted to his feet. Was it by any chance , coincidence? Was it sheer coincidence that they both bought the same condo unit? Almost immediately his phone rang. He reached for his pocket and slipped it out. “You wouldn’t believe what I found”. . . CHAPTER FOUR Barbie showered quickly and brushed her teeth. She stared at herself through the mirror in the restroom and paused,the brush in her mouth. The events of the day before replayed in her mind and she took the minute off to reflect. She had been invited to a club opening by one of the top actors in the suburban party of Verda. Charlie Edwards. He was known as the king of Action drama. No one in Verda has acted in more action movies than he has. She was known as the wild party type,but a few years ago,that was not who she was. Born into a poor and struggling home, Barbie had always dreamed of making a living through acting. Five years ago, she debuted under the renowned Chantel entertainments. She was lucky enough to start off as the third supporting female character. The movie was an instant hit and she killed her role. She would instantly become a movie sweetheart . It took a lot of PR and Branding for her to rise from a D list Actress to an A list Actress in the space of two years. One of the PR stunts was to set her on dates with famous popstars and actors. It was something she never really liked,but had little control over. She sighed to herself. She hated the image she was being portrayed as in the public eyes. No one loved being the bad guy,but she still moved along with it because it kept her relevant all the time. Her last date was a famous popstar, Brad whose hit single, ‘ hating to love you’ brought to star light five years ago. She went to the club with him. However,when she took a sip from her wine and started getting dizzy,she knew someone had spiked her drink. It was on that note that she left undetected. She didn’t want to get raped just like many other celebrities. She almost got into the hands of unruly men,but she was lucky to have met that man. Her face widened as a smile spread across her lips. It still felt like a dream. The phone she kept close to the raised counter buzzed,moving as it vibrated. She glanced at the caller ID. Uriel Foxx. Barbie groaned, snatching the phone from the counter and pressing on the green answer button. “Well, well, well,you seem to have forgotten that we are wrapping off ‘ To the beautiful you’ today,huh?” Uriel said from the other end. Her voice was angelic,melodic like a soprano singer in an opera show. “Don’t scold me, Uriel. I am on my way. I woke up on the wrong side of the bed”. “As if that works!”, Uriel scoffed. “The whole crew and cast are upset. Superstar Andrey Cortney wants to leave. The production manager is doing their best to hold her here till you come”. Barbie frowned, sulking, “As if I care. I am an A list Actress too. She might have been acting since she was a kid but we have the same number of awards. She will have to wait a little more”. Uriel exploded in laughter from the other end, “Sure,sure. I forgot that you are your own queen. You own your own rules right?” “Back off”. “Okay,fine”, Uriel said eventually, “do come here quickly, okay?” “I will”. Adrian came to her mind quickly. “Uriel,do you happen to know anyone named Adrian Carter?”. “Adrian Carter?why do you ask?”. Of course, Barbie would not tell her a thing about the night before event, so she cooked up something, “I saw the name somewhere and am curious. Do you know the person?”. “Yes. That name is one of the iconic names in the entertainment circle.was ,might be the right word. He was the former owner of Chantel entertainments,that was before he went to prison”. “Prison?Wait,he owns the Chantel Agency?” “Formerly. That was before Boss G took over”. Barbie was confused,and sad. She couldn’t believe that that lovely man was an ex-convict. “Why did he go to jail?What was his crime?” Uriel sighed on the other end. “It’s complicated. The thing is,he dated former best actress,Angel ward. Five years ago,three months before you debuted, she was thrown off her flat and it led to her death. No one knew who did it,but he was later arrested as his DNA was found all over her apartment so he was sent to jail. It was also said that her raped her before throwing her from her apartment floor”. It still wasn’t making sense to Barbie. Barbie was aware of the Angel Ward murder case five years ago. Angel Ward had been every young girl aspiring model as she was the only dirt free actress at that time. She thought the case went cold. “When was he arrested and sent to jail?why didn’t the news carry it?” Barbie could hear Uriel taking a deep breath, “They can’t , because they were not aware. Adrian’s father, Mr Ben Carter is the richest man in Verda. It was super easy for him to do it. Also, Adrian went willingly to prison”. There was no way an innocent man would agree to go to prison. No way! Adrian was surely guilty of murder. Why else? She was trembling now. She just met a murderer. Maybe that’s why he was ruthless to those men the night before! Maybe he raped her too! Maybe she should check her body too. A rapist and a murderer? Why was he trying to act all high and mighty the night before? Was he planning to take advantage of her in her vulnerable state? Did he plan on having her to himself and that was why he fought off the other guys? Was George enlisted in the plan? Wait! Did they have a threesome with her? She gasped covering her mouth with her palms,her eyes wide open. “Are you still there,Barbie?”, Uriel called out. “Yes ,Uriel,let’s just meet at the production house”. .
George was standing beside the reading desk. Adrian was on the soft sofa. His hair was rough, like he had just woken from his sleep. A cup of coffee was wrapped around his fingers . The coffee had turned lukewarm due to the prolonged time he spent watching George as he spoke. “She really is the new owner of Angel’s Condo?” “Yes, will I lie to you?” George was a little frustrated. He was close friends with Adrian but still doesn’t understand him sometimes. He knew that hearing that name from five years ago would hurt and haunt Adrian. At first he did not want to say a word, but since they were investigating the murder case,he felt he might as well spill the beans. “It’s no longer coincidental”, Adrian muttered to himself. George looked up,frowning “Boss, what are you talking about?”. Adrian rose from the bed . It creaked. He walked past George ,dropping the half filled cup on the table and headed to the window. He drew the curtains apart,sunray hitting his face. He used his hands to shield his face ,muttering a curse before pulling the curtains together. Five years he spent in jail. Five years he waited to return and find out why he went to jail for a crime he did not commit. He furrowed his brows and tightened his fist. “Let’s forget about that girl and focus on our plans”. George wanted to question Adrian so badly, but he changed his mind. He sighed and folded his arms. “Angel is my cousin. I really want to find who killed her, but I am also curious to find out why she was killed. She was one of the most loved drama queens. No scandal. Why?” “My instinct is telling me she was never the target. She was a bait!”. George was hurt. He closed his eyes for a moment,trying not to think of anything. He just couldn’t do it. His mind went to Angel. He had visited her that day,hours before her death. They chatted like they always do. He did not know it was going to be her last day. Adrian walked back to the bed and slumped into it, “There are a lot of missing pieces in the murder. Why was the murderer not caught?if the security claim was right,that they saw when the body dropped,why couldn’t they catch the murderer?”. “Are you suggesting that the murderer lives in the willow building,or he or she paid to get away with it?” Adrian nodded. George’s theory might be right. “Maybe. It could also be both. However,I found something really interesting”. “What is it?”. Adrian pointed at a file on the table. George threw him that inquiry glance before picking up the brown paper file and pulling out the documents and photos in it. George took his time reading through the papers. His eyes widened in shock and he slowly raised his focal lens and settled then on Adrian. Adrian shrugged his shoulders. “I was surprised too when I found out. Twelve murders in the last thirty years. One condo unit.all of them, A list actresses .In each of them, there was always someone to take the blame”. “But- how did they manage to keep this under the radar? This is confusing”. George slammed his fist against the table. He had thought it was just his cousin’s murder. He did not know it was just one out of the dozens of other serial killings. Wait! Does it mean that Barbie was in danger too? “ I think we should tell Barbie Anderson about it. Her life might be in danger”. Adrian frowned at the idea, “George,we will do no such thing?” “Why?”. “Because we can’t be sure . Look, let’s focus on this”. “Boss,this is a serial murder.if everyone who lived in that particular condo unit has been killed,it would mean that Barbie is next. Also,if we do our calculations right, everyone who lived in that condo died after living for about two and a half years. What if?” “What if what?” Adrian was bothered now. His heart thumped heavily against his chest. He had suggested for Angel to move in there a year prior to her death. He did not want his decision to take someone else’s life. “What if she has only a few weeks,or maybe a few months before the monster comes for her?” . . The production house was rowdy when Barbie arrived. Three crew members ushered her into the building. Her agent, Mia Johnson was seated at the waiting room,her legs crossed impatiently. As her eyes locked with Barbie’s,she rose to her feet, frowning, “You really are my nemesis! I’ve received a lot of insults because of you today and I had to beg that pervert, Edwin Reed”. “Sorry”, Barbie laughed. Mia loosened up a bit,a smile appearing on her face, “You’re not sorry. You enjoy doing this to me”. “You signed up to be my manager. You really don’t have a choice”. “Well there is something you don’t have a choice over too”. It was Barbie’s time to frown now, “Don’t tell me they are at it again”. “They are”. Mia rolled her eyes as she said that. She was as unhappy as Barbie but as an agent,she had to keep it to herself. The company made a deal with Barbie that she would go into relationships with different stars to push her career. At first it worked ,but as years passed by,the public began to dislike because everyone now thinks of her as unfaithful. Mia took up the job as Barbie’s talent manager five years ago. Mia herself was just a fresh graduate from the university and the best graduating student in Business Strategy and management. She was hyped as the next big thing in the world of talent management. She lived up to the hype and has done a lot of things to clear Barbie’s image. Her PR team also comprised the best in the industry. It was too easy to clear Barbie’s name but her reputation was also at stake. “I can arrange a meeting for you with Boss G. I’ve tried to convince him but he is adamant”, Mia said. Barbie has never gotten to see the boss before. He also had no social life and was practically a ghost. No social media account. No photos. No controversy. No public appearance. A total ghost. “Set it up then. I want to know why I have to continue with this even after I become an A list Actress”. The director, Darren Jackson rushed in that minute. He was furious, his face turning red. “Barbie, you’re late and you have time to discuss?quickly hurry and change,your scene is about to start!”. Barbie wanted to protest but changed her mind at the last minute. All eyes were on her including those of many D and C list actresses. She gritted her teeth and hissed, “Okay”.
The drama , ‘If love was a bridge’ portrayed an Angel who was thrown down from heaven to earth for her hatred for humans. It was a punishment from the creator to make her live alongside Mankind. The angel meets Jake Timberlake, a young man with an ailing mother and a soft heart. Destiny brings them together and after a series of tests, falls in love. Barbie portrayed the angel Uriel and was the main lead. The male lead who portrayed Jake’s Timberlake was Ian Rowling. Ian was one of the most beloved actors in Verda. He was also the king of romance drama. His handsome and cold personality earned him a lot of credit in the eyes of the public. He had the most awards for a young actor, thirty five in total. At twenty seven, he had achieved a lot in the industry and was in a relationship with his childhood sweetheart, popstar, Ivy. Their steady relationship earned them the industry sweetheart. Ready. Go. Action. Uriel appeared in a red gown that swept the ground. It was a beach scene. A smile on her face, nostalgia. It was obvious that she thought of heaven but never wished to return. Jake tiptoed to her, grabbing her by from her waist and hugging her from behind. “Missing me?” “No, but my time on earth is over . Today is my last day”. A glint of sadness spread on Jake’s face and he turned away, “The creator must be cruel. Why would he make me fall so deeply for you and then take you away?” Uriel laughed. It was laced with the pain that filled her heart. “If you leave,I will never love again. I will despise the creator -”. “Don’t”, Uriel interrupted him, placing her finger on his lips as if shushing him, “love and hatred are but tools in the hands of the creator”. Her words hurt him the most. He faced her now,angry, “I know you will say that because you’re the one leaving. Maybe you don’t really love me”. Uriel pulled him to herself and planted her lips on his. She closed her eyes. Jake’s eyes were wide open in shock . She held into him,not wanting to let go. Slowly, he joins in. They kiss for a while before she disengages. They stare at each other affectionately. Their silence spoke a thousand words of their love for each other. “I’ll miss you”, Jake said after a prolonged silence. “I’ll miss you too”. A light shone from above,,lifting Uriel off the ground. She covered her face with her palms,crying profusely. She finally disappears into the sky. “Cut!” The director screamed in joy and it was a wrap for the drama. Barbie was exhausted. It was visible on her face. She was smiling but it was forced. She was happy that the drama was over because it had taken a toil on her. Mia rushed to her, “Should I call the company’s driver? You look sick”. Barbie sighed. “No need”. It might have been a hangover from the night before. There was no way she would tell anyone that two gly looking men tried to take advantage of her the night before. “I can manage. I came with my own car”,Barbie added. Walking to the parking lot, the smile on Barbie’s face had disappeared leaving the strain of stress on her. Her brows were furrowed . She pushed open the door of her Porsche Cayenne and squeezed into it. She grabbed a tooth flush from the dashboard and took her time rinsing her mouth . Kiss scenes! She hated them the most!! How times had changed. From the eighteen year old girl who would be willing to do almost anything to get a role to this twenty three year old woman,reluctant. Once she loved and envied on screen love teams,now she hated them with everything she had. Someone knocked gently on her glass. She looked up and frowned, Mia. “Can I see you for a minute?” Mia and Barbie were super close but Barbie still wanted to go home and lay down. Her head were pounding heavily. Nevertheless,she alighted from her vehicle and stepped aside. Mia was holding a platinum invitation card which she stretched out to Barbie, “This is yours” Barbie brows tilted in surprise, “What’s this for?” Mia gritted her teeth,knowing that what she was going to say was going to annoy Barbie ,but she braced herself up. “Well, it’s good news and bad news” “Start with the bad news” “Boss G is inviting us to a private party in his residence this evening. You have a new partner” Barbie mood became even more complicated. She was furious, frustrated and so emotionally drained that she wanted to scream. The night before,she just got out of one. Now,another? Her life was beginning to look more messed up than she had thought. She stroke her hair,pushing back some strands that rested on her face, “And the good news?” “Your partner is an elderly man, probably wants to introduce you to his grand children so you don’t have to worry about anything” Barbie snatched the invitation card. “Send the details, I’ll meet him up” Barbie turned to leave but Mia held her on her shoulders,stopping her, “What is it,Mia?” The worry on Mia’s face deepened but she still spilled the bean anyway, “This is not just any Grandpa. It’s Raymond Carter” The name sounded familiar in Barbie’s head but she could not pick up where she heard the name before. Probably one of the kingpins of Somerville entertainment industry. Mia began to chatter as she perceived that Barbie was in a more sober mood to listen, “He wants you to find him at his estate before 4:30PM today. Not to worry,the security guards won’t stop you. They were given specific orders” “Send me his home address” “Okay,Okay. We will meet at the party,okay?bye” Mia disappeared as swiftly as she had arrived. Barbie mood had relaxed now. Since it was an older man ,there should not be any problem. Right? Barbie made her way into her car and turned on the ignition. The car stuttered to life,and slowly,she rolled out of the parking lot. Her car trail disappeared and a figure walked out from behind the car closest to where Barbie’s Porsche was previously parked . Mia. She took out her phone and made a quick call. The phone rang for a few seconds and she placed it on her ear, “She’s coming again. Don’t mess up this time” She disconnected the call,a thick frown has spread across her face .
Chapter 8: The Patriarch’s Game The grand ballroom of the Carter estate pulsed with an energy that was both opulent and subtly menacing. Crystal chandeliers, each a constellation of sparkling light, cast a warm glow over the assembled guests, a who’s who of Los Angeles high society. The air hummed with the murmur of conversations, the clinking of champagne flutes, and the soft strains of a live orchestra, a carefully orchestrated symphony of wealth and power. Barbie Anderson, dressed in a shimmering silver gown that clung to her curves like liquid moonlight, felt a knot of unease tighten in her stomach. She had reluctantly agreed to attend this gala, a favor to her manager, Mia, but the atmosphere was thick with unspoken tension, a sense of hidden agendas lurking beneath the veneer of polite smiles. She navigated the crowded ballroom, her eyes scanning the room for a familiar face, a sense of isolation washing over her. The faces around her were masks of practiced charm, their eyes glittering with ambition and hidden desires. She felt like an outsider, a lone star adrift in a sea of calculated brilliance. Suddenly, a voice, deep and resonant, cut through the din of the crowd. “Ms. Anderson, a pleasure.” Barbie turned to find herself face to face with an elderly gentleman, his eyes sharp and intelligent, his smile warm and inviting. He exuded an aura of quiet power, a sense of command that filled the space around him. “Mr…?” Barbie began, her voice trailing off. “Carter,” he replied, his smile widening. “Aiden’s grandfather, Arthur Carter. I’ve heard so much about you.” Barbie’s heart skipped a beat. She had heard whispers about Arthur Carter, the patriarch of the Carter dynasty, a man whose influence stretched far beyond the confines of the entertainment industry. Arthur Carter took her arm, his touch surprisingly firm. “Come, let us find a quieter spot. I have something I wish to discuss with you.” He led her through the throng of guests, his grip gentle but insistent, until they reached a secluded alcove overlooking the garden. The air was cooler here, the sounds of the party muffled, creating a sense of intimacy. “I’ve been watching your career with great interest, Ms. Anderson,” Arthur Carter began, his voice low and conspiratorial. “You have a rare talent, a star quality that shines brightly.” Barbie’s unease deepened. She had a feeling this conversation was not about her acting abilities. “I understand that you are… acquainted with my grandson, Aiden,” Arthur Carter continued, his eyes fixed on hers. Barbie nodded, her throat suddenly dry. “We’ve met… a few times.” “Indeed,” Arthur Carter said, a hint of amusement in his voice. “And I believe you would be… well-suited to one another.” Barbie’s eyes widened in surprise. “I… I don’t understand.” Arthur Carter chuckled, a low, rumbling sound. “My grandson is a… complex man, Ms. Anderson. He carries burdens that few can comprehend. But I believe you have the strength, the resilience, to… lighten his load.” He paused, his eyes searching hers, as if trying to gauge her reaction. “I have a proposition for you, Ms. Anderson,” he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. “A partnership, if you will.” He gestured towards the dance floor, where Aiden stood, his expression cold and distant, his eyes scanning the crowd. “I wish for you to spend more time with my grandson,” Arthur Carter continued. “To… get to know him. To understand him.” Barbie’s mind raced. Was this some kind of elaborate setup? A way to keep her close, to monitor her? “And in return?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Arthur Carter smiled, a predatory gleam in his eyes. “In return, you will have my… protection. My influence. My support. You will be untouchable.” He extended his hand, his eyes locking with hers. “Do we have an agreement, Ms. Anderson?” Barbie hesitated, her mind swirling with questions. What was Arthur Carter’s game? What did he want from her? And why Aiden? She looked towards Aiden, his figure a dark silhouette against the glittering backdrop of the ballroom. He seemed oblivious to their conversation, his gaze fixed on some distant point. A sense of unease settled over her, a feeling that she was being drawn into a dangerous game, a game with high stakes and hidden rules. But she also felt a flicker of curiosity, a desire to unravel the mystery surrounding Aiden Carter. She took Arthur Carter’s hand, her grip firm. “We have an agreement.” Arthur Carter’s smile widened, a predatory gleam in his eyes. “Excellent. Now, allow me to introduce you to my grandson.” He led her back towards the dance floor, his grip tightening on her arm, a silent reminder of the bargain she had just made. The music swelled, the lights dimmed, and the game began.
The music in the grand ballroom swirled around them, a romantic melody that seemed to mock the icy tension between Barbie and Aiden. Arthur Carter had smoothly maneuvered them into a conversation, then discreetly excused himself, leaving them alone in the crowded space. Aiden stood stiffly, his posture rigid, his gaze fixed on the dance floor beyond, as if searching for an escape route. Barbie, despite the unease swirling within her, decided to break the silence. “So,” she began, her voice light, attempting to diffuse the tension, “your grandfather seems… very interested in my career.” Aiden’s gaze flickered towards her, his eyes cold and distant. “He has his… interests,” he replied, his voice a low, clipped monotone. Barbie’s attempt at levity fell flat, the air thickening with awkwardness. She decided to try a different approach. “He mentioned we should get to know each other better.” Aiden’s lips curled into a sardonic smile. “Did he now?” Barbie’s patience began to fray. “Is that so difficult for you?” she asked, her voice laced with a hint of challenge. “Having a conversation?” Aiden’s eyes narrowed, a flicker of something unreadable passing through them. “I prefer… directness,” he said, his voice dropping to a low rumble. “And I find small talk… tedious.” Barbie raised an eyebrow. “Well, then, let’s be direct. Your grandfather seems to think we’d be ‘well-suited.’ What do you think?” Aiden’s gaze locked with hers, his eyes piercing, as if trying to see into her soul. “I think my grandfather has a penchant for… elaborate games,” he said, his voice laced with a hint of bitterness. “And I prefer not to play them.” Barbie felt a spark of anger ignite within her. “So, I’m a game to you?” Aiden’s expression remained impassive. “You’re a… pawn,” he corrected, his voice devoid of emotion. “In a game I have no intention of playing.” Barbie’s anger flared. “And what makes you think I’m willing to be a pawn in anyone’s game?” Aiden’s lips curled into a faint smile, a hint of amusement in his eyes. “You wouldn’t be here if you weren’t,” he said, his voice low and seductive. Barbie’s breath caught in her throat. There was something in his voice, a subtle undercurrent of danger, that sent a shiver down her spine. She wasn’t sure if it was fear or something else, something more primal. She decided to change tactics, to try to understand the man behind the icy facade. “Why are you so cold?” she asked, her voice softer now, laced with genuine curiosity. “Why do you push everyone away?” Aiden’s expression hardened, his eyes turning glacial. “That’s none of your concern.” Barbie refused to back down. “It is if I’m supposed to be ‘getting to know you,’” she retorted. Aiden’s jaw tightened, a muscle twitching in his cheek. He turned away, his gaze fixed on the dance floor. “There’s nothing to know,” he said, his voice flat. “I’m a… closed book.” Barbie’s frustration grew. She couldn’t understand his resistance, his refusal to engage. “Everyone has a story, Aiden,” she said, her voice laced with a hint of sadness. “Everyone has scars.” Aiden’s shoulders tensed, his body rigid. “Some scars are better left hidden,” he replied, his voice barely a whisper. Barbie’s heart ached for the man before her, a man who seemed so broken, so lost. She wanted to reach out to him, to offer him comfort, but she knew he would reject her touch, push her away. The silence stretched between them, thick and heavy, broken only by the music and the murmur of the crowd. Barbie felt a sense of defeat, a feeling that she was banging her head against an impenetrable wall. “Fine,” she said, her voice laced with resignation. “If you want to play games, fine. But don’t expect me to be a willing participant.” She turned to leave, her head held high, her pride wounded. But as she walked away, she felt Aiden’s gaze on her back, a burning intensity that made her skin tingle. She couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to Aiden Carter than met the eye, that beneath the icy exterior, there was a fire burning, a fire that she was determined to uncover. The game had begun, and she was determined to play it on her own terms.
The music in the grand ballroom swirled around them, a romantic melody that seemed to mock the icy tension between Barbie and Aiden. Arthur Carter had smoothly maneuvered them into a conversation, then discreetly excused himself, leaving them alone in the crowded space. Aiden stood stiffly, his posture rigid, his gaze fixed on the dance floor beyond, as if searching for an escape route. Barbie, despite the unease swirling within her, decided to break the silence. “So,” she began, her voice light, attempting to diffuse the tension, “your grandfather seems… very interested in my career.” Aiden’s gaze flickered towards her, his eyes cold and distant. “He has his… interests,” he replied, his voice a low, clipped monotone. Barbie’s attempt at levity fell flat, the air thickening with awkwardness. She decided to try a different approach. “He mentioned we should get to know each other better.” Aiden’s lips curled into a sardonic smile. “Did he now?” Barbie’s patience began to fray. “Is that so difficult for you?” she asked, her voice laced with a hint of challenge. “Having a conversation?” Aiden’s eyes narrowed, a flicker of something unreadable passing through them. “I prefer… directness,” he said, his voice dropping to a low rumble. “And I find small talk… tedious.” Barbie raised an eyebrow. “Well, then, let’s be direct. Your grandfather seems to think we’d be ‘well-suited.’ What do you think?” Aiden’s gaze locked with hers, his eyes piercing, as if trying to see into her soul. “I think my grandfather has a penchant for… elaborate games,” he said, his voice laced with a hint of bitterness. “And I prefer not to play them.” Barbie felt a spark of anger ignite within her. “So, I’m a game to you?” Aiden’s expression remained impassive. “You’re a… pawn,” he corrected, his voice devoid of emotion. “In a game I have no intention of playing.” Barbie’s anger flared. “And what makes you think I’m willing to be a pawn in anyone’s game?” Aiden’s lips curled into a faint smile, a hint of amusement in his eyes. “You wouldn’t be here if you weren’t,” he said, his voice low and seductive. Barbie’s breath caught in her throat. There was something in his voice, a subtle undercurrent of danger, that sent a shiver down her spine. She wasn’t sure if it was fear or something else, something more primal. She decided to change tactics, to try to understand the man behind the icy facade. “Why are you so cold?” she asked, her voice softer now, laced with genuine curiosity. “Why do you push everyone away?” Aiden’s expression hardened, his eyes turning glacial. “That’s none of your concern.” Barbie refused to back down. “It is if I’m supposed to be ‘getting to know you,’” she retorted. Aiden’s jaw tightened, a muscle twitching in his cheek. He turned away, his gaze fixed on the dance floor. “There’s nothing to know,” he said, his voice flat. “I’m a… closed book.” Barbie’s frustration grew. She couldn’t understand his resistance, his refusal to engage. “Everyone has a story, Aiden,” she said, her voice laced with a hint of sadness. “Everyone has scars.” Aiden’s shoulders tensed, his body rigid. “Some scars are better left hidden,” he replied, his voice barely a whisper. Barbie’s heart ached for the man before her, a man who seemed so broken, so lost. She wanted to reach out to him, to offer him comfort, but she knew he would reject her touch, push her away. The silence stretched between them, thick and heavy, broken only by the music and the murmur of the crowd. Barbie felt a sense of defeat, a feeling that she was banging her head against an impenetrable wall. “Fine,” she said, her voice laced with resignation. “If you want to play games, fine. But don’t expect me to be a willing participant.” She turned to leave, her head held high, her pride wounded. But as she walked away, she felt Aiden’s gaze on her back, a burning intensity that made her skin tingle. She couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to Aiden Carter than met the eye, that beneath the icy exterior, there was a fire burning, a fire that she was determined to uncover. The game had begun, and she was determined to play it on her own terms.
They were still silent when the master of ceremony announced that Mr Arthur Carter had something to say. Aiden walked towards the stage with a grim face,not saying a word to Barbie. She didn’t mind. An arrogant young master. On the stage, Mr Arthur had taken the microphone from the master of ceremony. Of course ,everyone began to whisper and praise him openly.. as the richest man in California,almost everyone wanted to curry favor from him. He smiled,before clearing his throat to speak. He was a man in his mid eighties but looked younger. Just like Aiden,he was on an expensive evening suit,and a gold coated watch glittered on his wrist. “Today is a day that we will never forget for specific reasons. I want to use this opportunity to announce the engagement between my son,Aiden Carter and best actress, Barbie Anderson.” A ripple of shock moved through the crowd. A spoilt heir convicted for murder in a relationship with a scandalous actress? Barbie’s eyes bulged in momentary shock. They were still talking and she never really agreed to get engaged to him!! Aiden frowned,but didn’t say a word. He knew his father. Refuting him would only put them in even more awkward situations. Most of the actresses glared at Barbie with resentment. Aiden was the most handsome man in the world and they all wanted him for themselves. How could a girl who fave herself up to many men get him on a platter of gold? One of the actress,Serene Vance gritted her teeth. She would not let this slide. Ten minutes later,she found her opportunity. Aiden and grandpa Arthur had moved to a corner to discuss something and Barbie was standing all alone. Walking to her,she raised her voice and accused, “Slut.” The ballroom, once a scene of elegant revelry, had morphed into a stage for a public spectacle. The air crackled with tension as Serena Vance, a fellow A-list actress known for her sharp tongue and even sharper elbows, stood directly in front of Barbie, her eyes blazing with a mixture of malice and triumph. “So, the little darling thinks she can just waltz in here and steal the spotlight?” Serena sneered, her voice cutting through the hushed murmurs of the crowd. She had been nursing a grudge against Barbie for months, fueled by professional jealousy and a deep-seated insecurity. Barbie, her face flushed with a mixture of anger and embarrassment, stood her ground. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Serena.” Serena scoffed, a cruel smile twisting her lips. “Oh, please. Don’t play innocent. We all know you’re using your little ‘incident’ to garner sympathy. Playing the victim, how original.” She waved a hand dismissively. “It’s pathetic.” The crowd, a sea of glittering gowns and tailored suits, watched with rapt attention, their eyes hungry for drama. Whispers rippled through the room, a chorus of speculation and judgment. Barbie’s anger flared. “My attack was real, Serena. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone.” “Oh, I’m sure it was,” Serena retorted, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “But let’s be honest, darling. You’re milking it for all it’s worth.” Barbie’s cheeks burned. She wanted to slap Serena across the face, to wipe that smug look off her face, but she knew that would only fuel the fire, give Serena exactly what she wanted. Aiden, who had been observing the confrontation from a distance, began to move towards them, his expression unreadable. But before he could intervene, Serena launched another verbal assault. “And let’s not forget your little ‘marriage’ to Carter,” she continued, her voice laced with venom. “How convenient. A damsel in distress, rescued by a billionaire. It’s like something out of a cheap romance novel.” The crowd gasped, their eyes widening with shock. Serena had crossed a line, dragging Aiden into her petty feud. Barbie’s eyes flashed with anger. “That’s none of your business, Serena.” “Oh, but it is,” Serena retorted, her voice rising. “Because it’s all connected, isn’t it? Your attack, your marriage, your sudden rise in popularity. It’s all a carefully orchestrated plan, isn’t it?” “You’re delusional,” Barbie hissed, her voice trembling with rage. “Am I?” Serena challenged, her eyes glittering with malice. “Or are you just afraid that people will see you for what you really are? A manipulative, fame-hungry…” Before Serena could finish her sentence, Aiden stepped between them, his presence radiating an aura of cold, controlled power. The crowd fell silent, their attention now focused on the billionaire. “That’s enough, Ms. Vance,” Aiden’s voice cut through the silence, his tone low and dangerous. Serena’s bravado faltered, her eyes widening with a flicker of fear. “Mr. Carter, I was just…” “You were being rude and disrespectful,” Aiden interrupted, his eyes fixed on Serena. “And you will apologize to Ms. Anderson.” Serena’s face flushed crimson. “I… I won’t apologize.” Aiden’s eyes narrowed, his gaze turning glacial. “Then you will leave,” he said, his voice laced with a hint of steel. “And you will never speak to Ms. Anderson again.” Serena’s eyes widened with disbelief. “You can’t be serious.” “I assure you, I am,” Aiden replied, his voice devoid of emotion. “My patience has its limits.” Serena, realizing she had overstepped her bounds, reluctantly backed down. “Fine,” she muttered, her eyes filled with resentment. “I apologize.” She turned to Barbie, her eyes filled with a mixture of hatred and humiliation. “I’m sorry,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Barbie, her heart still pounding, nodded curtly. “Thank you.” Serena stormed away, her heels clicking angrily on the marble floor, leaving a trail of whispered gossip in her wake. Aiden turned to Barbie, his expression unreadable. “Are you alright?” Barbie, still reeling from the confrontation, nodded. “Yes, thank you.” The crowd began to disperse, their attention shifting to other distractions. But the tension lingered, a reminder of the public spectacle they had just witnessed. As they stood there, a voice from the crowd shouted, “What about Angel Ward, Carter? Did you silence her too?” The question hung in the air, heavy with accusation. All eyes turned to Aiden, a collective gasp echoing through the room. Aiden’s face remained impassive, as if a mask of ice had frozen his features. He said nothing, and the silence became a heavy, suffocating blanket.
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