And in all her years as his partner, she had never seen him show her the slightest bit of tenderness, let alone offer any help with her career.
In the three years since she had married into the Vaughn Family, Sylas Vaughn had never allowed her to get a job.
After all, given the Vaughn Family’s power and influence, they would never accept Selena Sinclair working for someone else.
To them, it would be an insult.
As a result, she never dared to venture into any high-society circles.
Sylas Vaughn didn’t even know that she was secretly writing screenplays.
Such was the vast difference between being loved and not.
He loved Hannah Hayes so deeply.
If she hadn’t come between them, they would have been a match made in heaven.
She had loved Sylas Vaughn for ten years and possessed him for three.
Only now did she realize just how wrong she had been all along.
All because she loved him, she had resorted to any means necessary to marry him.
Even though Sylas Vaughn’s actions screamed that she wasn’t worthy of being Mrs.
Vaughn, she had deluded herself into thinking she could slowly make him fall completely in love with her.
‘Looking back now, I was so unbelievably foolish.’
“Hmm.” He rubbed his chin, swiveled in his office chair, and leaned over the edge of her desk.
“My goddess is planning to come to our company,” he said, his face dead serious.
“Doesn’t that mean I’ll finally have a chance to get close to her?”
“Hey, Selena, why don’t you tell me—what kind of guys do you all like?”
“Do you think a handsome guy like me could catch her eye?” he added, striking a cool pose.
A girl sitting nearby picked up her teacup and sauntered over.
“Ian Irving, have you taken a look in the mirror lately?
She’s Mr.
Vaughn’s girlfriend.
Do you really dare to compete with him?”
The young man pouted as if she’d hit a sore spot and quickly retorted, “I was just asking casually.
Why are you taking it more seriously than I am?”
The girl sat back down, took a light sip of her tea, and laughed.
“Asking our new colleague that kind of question…
anyone who doesn’t know any better might think you’re trying to get some intel from her.”
The young man glanced at Selena, laughing awkwardly.
“Of course not.
She’s Claire Cameron’s buddy, and any buddy of Claire’s is a buddy of mine.
Friends are supposed to help each other out, right, Selena?”
Everyone was used to him calling Claire Cameron his “buddy,” so no one found it strange anymore.
Selena Sinclair brushed a stray hair from her forehead and asked, “Is Hannah Hayes really planning to invest in a movie with us?”
“Not sure.
You’d have to ask Mr.
Hawthorne and see if he has the guts to go up against the powerful Vaughn Family.”
Selena was speechless.
“However, I saw her coming out of Mr.
Hawthorne’s office yesterday, and she didn’t look happy.
Maybe Mr.
Hawthorne turned her down.”
“No way.
That’s free money walking in the door.
Why would Mr.
Hawthorne turn it down?
We’re talking about the Vaughn Family.
Would he really dare to refuse them?”
“You guys know what Mr.
Hawthorne is like.
If he’s not interested in something, you couldn’t make him agree even with a gun to his head.
Besides, it’s not like Mr.
Hawthorne is hurting for the kind of money the Vaughn Family is offering.”
“Yeah, but I heard Miss Hayes was interested in a specific script,” Jasper Shaw chimed in.
“She wanted to invest to get a role for a friend of hers, but they turned her down because the part was already cast.”
“…”
The people around them were all chattering, adding their own bits of gossip, but Selena remained silent through it all.
Hannah Hayes had a very good friend, who also happened to be a close friend within Sylas Vaughn’s social circle.