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Chapter 10
Everything is going smoothly until it’s time for me to leave. My make–up is perfect, my hair is perfect, I feel perfect, until someone announces that the car that’s supposed to take me for the dinner has arrived.
After kissing my babies goodbye, I hurry downstairs to the card meet the shock of my life.
The moment the chauffeur pulls the back seat door open, I realise that someone’s already inside. I cannot see the person’s face, but it’s clear from the long, slender legs that she’s a lady.
“Please get in, ma’am. We’re almost late.” The chauffeur urges me on.
Not knowing what else to do, I climb inside… and come face–to–face with Elle,
My eyes narrow with annoyance.
“What the hell are you doing here?”
I turn to the chauffeur. “How did she get in?”
He gives me a guilty glance through the rear view mirror.
“Well, ma’am, the boss asked me to stop at the penthouse and pick up a file from his office there. I met Miss Elle and she insisted on coming with me. She was already dressed so I couldn’t.”
press my fingers against my eyes.
“Did you even call your boss to confirm this? I’m sure he won’t be happy with what you’ve done.”
“And who says so?” Elle asks, touching up the tip of her nose with some powder.
I lean back in my seat and take a good look at her. Yes, she was beautiful yesterday, but today, she’s gorgeous.
It’s quite obvious that she put a lot of effort towards styling her hair, make–up and outfit.
With her blonde hair piled atop her head and the sparkling dress flirting around her knees, she looks like a Barbie doll come to life.
And plus, she’s dressed in Caesar’s favourite colour–red. I don’t know why, but this entire affair leaves a very bitter taste in my mouth.
“Don’t be upset now, co–wife. I used to attend this dinner with Caesar all time before you came into the picture. I’m sure his family is expecting me this year.”
I lift my chin and stare her down;
“First of all, I’m not your fucking co–wife. Second, Why would they expect you when they know their son divorced you and you were thrown into a mental asylum?”
Elle’s lips twist in annoyance.
“I see you’re quite a talker. We’ll just have to wait and see, won’t we?”
I turn away and look out the window, still boiling with rage.
Two minutes later, I’m hit with a sudden dry thirst that leaves my throat parched and itchy.
I run a finger against my neck and clear my throat repeatedly. This is weird.
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I felt a subtle thirst the very moment I arrived at the car, but now it feels like I haven’t tasted water in years and I might passi out if I don’t drink it right now.
“What’s happening to me?” I whisper, slowly doubling over. “What’s going on?”
“Hey, are you okay?” Elle asks when she notices my pale, ashy skin.
I ignore her, hoping I’m just experiencing a dry spell and I’ll be one soon.
However, it’s not just a dry spell. I feel like death just a minute later.
My coughing has become worse and I have a strange feeling that my blood pressure has dropped drastically.
“Stop the e–car. I stutter, clutching my knees until my knuckles turn white.
“Thirsty. I’m so thirsty.”
“Didn’t you hear her? Stop the car!” Elle orders.
The car skids to a stop immediately and the driver looks over his shoulder.
“Ma’am, we don’t have any security personnel accompanying us It’s too dangerous to stop in the middle of a deserted highway.”
“Can’t you see that there’s something wrong with her?!” She snaps.
-Even through my fog of pain, I’m surprised when she scoots over and pats my back, cooing softly:
“What’s going on, Amaya? Are you okay?”
“I’m thirsty.” I manage to whisper. “I need water, please…”
“She needs water!” Elle barks at the driver. “Do you have any water in here?”
Sure, ma am. Here it is.
Elle waves the bottle of water in my face, I grab it like a starved man and down the entire bottle in several
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short gulps.
I slump onto the floor of the vehicle, struggling to catch my breath.
“Ma’am, should I call the boss?
My head snaps upwards at the mention of Caesar.
“Nooo!” I slur. “There’s no need for that. I’m absolutely fine.”
“Are you really sure you’re okay?” Elle asks me.
And that’s when it dawns on me that I’m really not okay. I don’t feel okay.
My thirst is gone, yes. But it’s been replaced with another strange feeling.
My senses are suddenly so heightened that everything appears in burst of bright colours and sharp smells.
There’s a voice whispering in my brain, and it keeps telling me to tear off my clothes and run into the Highway. My forehead is cool and sweaty and my stomach tightens with dread.
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“There’s something wrong with me.” I whisper. “S–something’s right. My head hurts. What’s going on
“Ma’am, are you okay?” The chauffeur sounds Trantic
I’m currently spiralling in and out of consciousness but I can still hear snippets of Elle’s voice above me
“you know what?call her best friend Jayla… She’s not okay need to take her home..”
No longer able to keep my eyes open, I give into the darkness and when I finally resurface. I hear the Chauffeur’s voice once
mon:
“Are you sure this is a good idea. Miss Elle? Shouldn’t we call the boss and tell him about this first?
“Nonsense. There’s no need to call Caesar.” That Italian accent. Kile.
“Besides, Jayla is her bestfriend. She’ll be here shortly to take Amaya home. You know she’s not feeling well.”
I’m still inside the car and by my bleary calculations, they’re standing right outside
Suddenly, I hear the souls of a car pulling up and Elle says:
“Look, Jayla is already here. Now, please get Amaya out of the car and take her to her friend. She orders the chauffeur
Three seconds later, someone pulls the door open a rush of cold wind blasts my face.
“I’m sorry, ma’am.” The chauffeur whispers. “I don’t know what happened to you but you have to go home. Goddess, the boss will kill me.”
An intoxicated giggle slips past my lips as he hefts me into his arms.
“I
“That tickles, you Superman, you.” I slur, feeling up his biceps. You have big muscles, too.”
-Come on, g
get
her in the car.” I hear Elle say.
My eyesight is blurry as hell but I can still make out a white vehicle in the distance. Mere seconds later, I’m carried into the car and my head is gently laid on someone’s knee. A woman’s knee.
I cannot make out her face clearly but she really looks like…
“Jayla! Honey, I missed you. Please take me home. My head hurts”
“Sure, Amaya. We’re going home right now.”
I frown. That’s odd. Jayla barely calls me Amaya. What’s going on?
“Oh, you meant to say “chipmunk, right?” I slur and giggle to myself right after.
“Yes, Chipmunk. It’s time to go home. I’m worried about you,”
I shut my eyes and slip into the darkness once again.
This is just the beginning of a horrific evening.
CAESAR
I’d told Amaya that I’ll be running late, but my meeting ended earlier than I expected and here I am at the dinner venue thirty minutes later and already losing my mind.
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“Sir, I believe Miss Amaya will be here soon. We still have thirty minutes Henry says after watching me for a while.
“And who said I was waiting for her?” 1 frown. “I’m not.”
He gives me a knowing look.
“Your mother asked to see you over ten minutes ago but you chose to pace at the entrance instead. You’ve kept watch over that door for twenty minutes now. Who are you waiting for, sir
I hired Henry because he’s smart as hell, but sometimes, I don’t like him very much for that exact same reason.
I’ve just opened my mouth to respond when from the corner of my eye, I catch a wornan sashaying through the entrance.
I turn quickly, already expecting to see Amaya. My mood takes serious nosedive when I sight Elle’s blonde hair. “What the hell is she doing here?” I ask Henry through gritted teeth. “How did she even know that the dinner was today?” Henry looks like I just asked him to donate his first child to the King of Darkness.
“I really don’t know, sir. fl see to it that she leaves immediately
Before he can do anything to fix it, Elle is already standing right in front of us with a huge smile.
“Hello, Caesar. I’m glad I could make it on time. Are you happy to see me?”
“What are you doing here?” I ask coldly.
Her smile falters.
“We attend the dinner together every year, Tesoro mio. I’m hurt that you didn’t invite me this time.”
stop to think that there was a reason you were not invited?”
“And did you st
I can already feel my anger skyrocketing and there are a lot of highly ranked people from the pack here today. I decide to take a deep breath and control my temper
“Leave.” I growl.
so much effort to be here?”
Elle looks hurt. “Cesar! How can you ask me to leave after I put in so
Henry steps forward, trying not to cause a scene.
“Miss Elle, I strongly advise that you leave right now before I call security.”
“Caesar, what’s going on there?” A very familiar voice asks from behind me.
I shut my eyes and mutter a curse. It’s my mother, Imelda Manchester.
The sounds of her heels against the smooth marble floors grow louder as she approaches.
“I asked a question, darling. What happened? I could sense your anger all the way from across the room.”
Imelda Manchester is no ordinary Luna. While other female werewolves have normal powers, my mother is a pure–blooded
and a direct descendant of the moon goddess.
Luna
She can read minds, sense emotions, create illusions, communicate with the goddess directly and possesses a host of other awe–inciting powers.
Imelda is not only the chief sorceress of the BlueRivers Pack, she’s the Chairman and sole owner of Manchester Group, an
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international, multi–billion–automobile company which was established by my father before his death.
My mother was also the one who introduced ine to Elle and fought for our relationship despite the fact that Elle was human.
She comes to a stop beside me and the moment she sees Elle, her eyes widen in surprise.
“Hello, mother.” She greets, her eyes soft and humble, “Tin so happy to see on vain.”
For a moment, mother says nothing. Then she opens up her arms and pulls Elle in a nice, long hug
“Ellie, my Ellie. Oh, how I’ve missed you!”
My throat tightens with anger as Elle gives me a smug look while patting my mother’s back affectionately.
“I missed you, too, mother. I missed you so, so much.” She whispers, her eyes filling with tears.
When mother finally leans away, Elle is already on full blown tears–mode.
“I’m sorry f
for what I did, mom. I wasn’t in my right senses and now..” she sniffs. “Now Michaela has to suffer because of me.”
My blood boils hot when she mentions our daughter. She had no right.
“It’s okay, baby.” Mother whispers, reaching up to clean her tears. “I know you were not in the right frame of mind. Please stop blaming yourself.”
Did I mention that Elle is the daughter of my mother’s late best friend? That’s why I haven’t breathed a word about the real reasons for our divorce to her.
Mother turns to me, her eyes suspiciously bright.
“Oh, honey. This is a wonderful surprise. I’m so happy that both of you decided to keep aside your differences and reunite once again. I knew you were meant for each other. Today is the happiest day of my life.”
1 fist my fingers and say matter–of–factly;
“Mum, Elle and I are not back together and that will never happen.
She’s not the woman I intend to introduce to you
