A black Mercedes-Benz S-Class was parked across the street from the luxurious hotel.
The back window rolled down slowly to reveal a man’s frosty side profile.
His jaw clicked the moment he saw Aria walking out in the same black dress he had kept, flanked by the reporters and a younger girl walking beside her who chased them away.
His eyes turned dark and penetrating.
“Ahh, please be gentle…
hng,” her moan still filled his ears again and again.
His face and body still tingled with her soft kisses.
He fiddled his fingers as though the woman’s warmth still lingered on his fingertips.
No woman had ever made him feel this much longing and need in years, not even the best seductress in the country.
But then, an irritation flashed in his eyes.
He had just fucked this woman only one night and craved her more than anything in the world.
What the hell is wrong with him?
He stared at her again, his eyes trailing down her body, following the sway of her hips with every movement she made.
The way her hair dangled, and the way she exuded so much aura he has never seen in anyone.
His eyes then shifted to the girl tailing behind her.
“Aria, what are you saying?
Do you know what you’re saying.” The younger girl screamed at her, the reporters refusing to let them leave their sight as they followed them around.
This was one thing Sebastian Vaughn hated.
The media…
He hated their presence, but he didn’t care if this little woman would bring them to him.
He wanted her.
“Find out everything there is about her.” He said calmly.
“Yes, Mr.
Vaughn.” The car suddenly drove away.
….
Back home, Aria scrubbed herself raw under steaming water, as if soap and scalding heat could erase his touch, his scent, the memory of his skin on hers.
No matter how hard she tried, he clung to her like poison.
She wanted to know who he truly was.
She was glad that in this life, she had seen his face.
And it was time to take advantage of that.
But before anything, she had to get tested for STDs.
….
In a far end of the city, behind a church building, a certain familiar figure stood there with his guards, waiting patiently for his wife to return.
Aria had betrayed him, but he didn’t care.
It was all a part of their plan to tie her down anyways.
Caspian Graves checked his cellphone again and again, waiting for her to arrive.
Then he saw a black giwagon at the entrance of the church and he smiled.
Finally, it was time to execute the first stage of their plan.
He saw Lydia Monroe walk towards him and he smiled, but when he saw jo one behind her, he frowned.
What the hell?
She’s supposed to come with Aria.
“Where the hell is Aria?” Caspian Graves asked and Lydia Monroe sighed.
“I don’t know what has gotten into her Caspian Graves, I told her about the divorce and apology, but she said she isn’t interested and even denied anything happening there.
“What?” Caspian Graves asked and Lydia nodded.
Just yesterday, Aria had been so obsessed with Caspian Graves.
She would cry if he didn’t call her in a day or pick her call, but there was something cold in her eyes when she spoke to her sister today.
It’s almost like another spirit has possessed Aria.
“Don’t bother about her.
I’ll deal with her myself.”
By noon, Velmora was in shambles.
There was war between Aria’s fans and the shippers who were mad at the cheating scandal.
“I can’t believe she ruined her perfect marriage after everything she did lmao.”
“So typical Aria.
How can you chase a man publicly for years and when he finally gives you what you want, you cheat on him?”
Aria ignored the news and got to Silver Crown hospital.
Her health was more important than a cheating scandal.
She had just fucked a stranger last night.
She needed to know she wasn’t infected and wasn’t pregnant either.
When she reached, the doctor told her she couldn’t test for any STDs yet, not until the window period passed.
But he gave her little morning after pills to stop whatever pregnancy would come after.
Aria left the clinic after, and headed for the studio.
In her past life, today was the exact day the thief was born.
The day she had stolen Aria’s music and made it hers.
And worse, it was the day the world had branded Aria a liar and plagiarist amidst the ongoing rumor.
Now, in this life, the same storm was gathering.
The scandal from that morning was already everywhere.
Headlines piled on top of each other, spitting her name like venom.
Even though no one had proof, they still called her a cheater.
A whore.
They tore at her reputation before she could even catch her breath.
Her phone buzzed with endless calls from her manager and her publicist, but she ignored them all.