GRANT POV
Tonight was supposed to be nothing short of Amazing perfection. I already booked and planned a show-stopping surprise with the waitress.
All they were waiting for was my cue and all I was waiting for was my sweet Nymph’s presence. I want her to feel special and comfortable with so she can confide her deepest fears and whatever leverage it was anybody has over her.
After that we were supposed to fuck into sunset. Nothing short of orgasms and finally acknowledging the feelings I’ve buried deep down in my heart.
A perfect evening and a definite contrast to my life for the past few weeks. Save the amazing fuck with Nova two nights before.
Her tight cunt was just an addition to everything perfect she represents.
I lifted my glass of whiskey to my lips before taking a swallow and feeling it burn its way from my tongue down to my stomach.
Any mont from now I was expecting to see a flash of dark blue and a beautiful blushing face—
But instead, a particular red dress ca boldly toward my side of the diner, its fake too-stretched smile already telling everything I needed to know. I knew imdiately sothing was wrong.
She flopped down, or at least tried to be sexy as she sat on the chair before .
"Hello there. I’m sorry I ca late. The traffic was—"
"What the fuck are you doing here and where is Nova?" I cut her rambling short and refused to look at her too-revealing cleavage or her over-painted bright lips. One can’t be too careful, especially around a bitch like Sandy.
"Oh... Nova... you know I already—"
"Don’t start with the lies. That can’t fool even if I’m drunk and drowsy."
"I’m just looking out for you, sir."
"Then where is she?"
"If only she was as interested in you as you are in her."
I shook my head in annoyance. Even a deaf man could hear her jealousy screaming through her words.
I realized too late I shouldn’t have shook my head. That was supposed to be the servers’ clue to bring the surprises around.
As if summoned—no, because I summoned them—they ca out in a straight line, trays balanced with precision.
The first carried a lush bouquet of blue roses, the sa shade as the dress I’d pictured Nova walking in with.
The second held a small velvet box, inside it a necklace I’d picked out myself: delicate, understated, sothing that whispered possession without screaming it. The last carried a dessert plate, scripted in dark chocolate curls: "To My Nymph."
Every detail was ant for her. For Nova.
And then Sandy leaned forward, fingers already reaching for the flowers like they belonged to her. "Oh... Grant," she breathed, fake shock dripping off every syllable. "You really didn’t have to..."
"Stop." My voice ca out low, dangerous.
But to the eyes of everyone around us, it looked like a man showering his woman with affection. Like Sandy was the star of this grand performance.
My hands fisted under the table. This wasn’t hers. None of this was hers. It was all ant for Nova.
The roses. The necklace. The words written in sugar and chocolate.
"Where. Is. She?" I ground out, my patience unraveling thread by thread.
Sandy only tilted her head, lips curving in that cruel, knowing smile. "If only she knew how far you’d go for her," she purred, slipping the velvet box toward herself like she wanted to claim it just to spite .
She pushed her phone toward , close enough for to see but not close enough for to touch, and my eyes saw red.
Nova. In the sa cloth I had specially made for her. In no other person’s arms but Luca’s. And she was smiling.
Smiling?
"She told I could co replace her. Said she has more important matters to attend to."
"Lies."
"If it’s a lie then how do I know where to et you and the details of this date? She was more than willing for to take her place."
"Didn’t you say she was being blackmailed?"
"Guess I judged the whole situation wrong. She’s enjoying this way more than Vittelio, that’s for sure."
I paused.
Observing the little tells on her face while she smiled and took bunches of selfies with the gifts. She even had one of the standby hostesses take her full pictures while she posed with the gifts, especially the chocolate that spelled My Nymph.
And I might have been bothered, but as long as she didn’t co close to , I was fine.
The picture she showed had a popular gala event logo in the background, and if mory served right, I had an idea of where the event was being held.
Even if I couldn’t find answers out of Nova tonight, I planned on spilling so of Luca’s disgusting blood, seeing as he’s a waste of breath on earth.
"Where are you going? We’re just getting started."
She had the nerve to fake innocence, as if she didn’t know the danger of the ga she was playing. She wouldn’t be the first liar to die by my hand, and when I’m done, she’ll regret every bit of her actions. But for now, I needed to make my move.
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NOVA POV
If I was a plain design on the wall of this elaborate gala hall, I’m very much sure I would gather more attention than I was right now.
Maybe it was my underdressed outfit, or my glamorous makeup compared to others more dewy and classy. Or maybe it was the color of my hair. Everything about scread lower class and I couldn’t have been more embarrassed. To make matters worse, Luca hadn’t spared a single glance since we entered the hall.
He had gone straight to a beautiful blonde I could only assu was his original date, and by the huge rock on her finger, she might be the infamous mafia princess fiancée I’d heard Grant ntion, which left alone.
I had attempted to leave later but a rather buggy security, I can only assu was one of Luca’s n, asked —or rather threatened —to respect myself and stay until the event was over.
Blending with the shadows was an easy task being the nerd that I was, and I was enjoying the hors d’oeuvres before Lena flooded my DM with videos and pictures all at once.
The first text was bolder, and I had less than a second to assimilate it before more pictures poured in.
I told you Sandy and my dad were an item.
My heart skipped two or more beats and my hand felt clammy. Every part of my body from my armpits to my scalp itched like I was the victim of an expensive prank.
My fingers were shaking before I clicked download on the first image. And if my heart had frozen in shock before, it finally shattered into pieces under the weight of heartbreak.
Sandy. In a private setting. From the background, it was a rooftop, probably the sa place I was supposed to be with Grant. Not probably. Definitely. The bitch hijacked my date just so I could be stranded with this not-so-interested babysitter.
I scrolled to the next picture. She held so pieces of jewelry, the sa type of jewels Grant had been showering with. Classic. Vintage. Rare.
I swiped again. A chocolate dessert. Written across it: My Nymph.
This was definitely mine.
If she had only taken pictures with the previous gifts, I might have doubted Grant’s intentions. But the "Nymph" confird my suspicions. Sandy had been playing a dirty trick on , and I had fallen flat for it.
It was high ti I stopped being the victim. If I don’t take the reins of my life, no one else would.
I wiped the few droplets of tears that had escaped my glamd-up eyes and made my way to the elaborate restroom nearby. I powdered my face the way Lena had taught .
I glossed my lips, and I could feel my confidence level rising with every stroke of lipstick. It was like a magic wand. By the ti I was done, I looked fresher, sharper and I knew I could do it. I just had to channel my inner Katie.
What would my ever-sassy friend Katie do in this situation?
I knew my answer imdiately.
When I returned to the dance floor, the beat had slowed. Everyone was in close embrace with their partners, moving in perfect ti to the music.
I weaved carefully through the throes of loved-up dancers until I found Luca and his partner with the enormous engagent ring.
"I’m leaving."
No response. It was as if they were in their own world and I was nothing but a dirty fly against their wall.
"I’m not leaving without the flash you promised to give after pretending to be your fiancée."
That slowed them a bit. The lady looked at , eyes narrowing, as if suddenly realizing they had a problem.
"Yes, you heard right. I need the folder containing whatever it is you have as evidence of who killed my parents."
Luca continued moving to the beat like nothing was wrong. After a while, his partner picked up her pace again and they resud dancing.
"No problem. If this is how you want to play dirty, then fuck you and fuck your cunningness. I will get back at you for every humiliating situation you’ve put through." I paused, swallowing hard as my voice shook. "I swear on my parents’ grave."
"Their existence was useless if you’re the only proof they ever passed through earth. What can their grave do? Stink from the burnt bones buried there?"
Nothing could stop my gasp as I stood there frozen, the world around moving on.
And then—
"When were you planning to tell about this, Nymph?"
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