A month passed, and Richard Wilson had also passed.

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"Richard Wilson, The CEO of KATLON Group," I answered, not sparing him any glance as I was extremely embarrassed that I had a mental breakdown when we were about to have sex. Worst timing ever.

"Consider him dead,"
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He was a goner and our deal too. The girls and I had to throw a mini party with just us three to jubilate his death. The girls Kept saying it was the grace of God when in reality, it was the grace of me and the beige man. If the beige man hadn't made him kick the bucket so soon, I'd probably have a mental breakdown every time he touches me but knowing Richard Wilson was six feet under, gave me peace of mind.

...and it was as if Richard Wilson was the root of my problems because as soon as he got killed, things seemed to be doing better for me. More than better. I got more popular on Moongram and I got approached by big brands who wanted me to be their brand ambassador but as my manager and assistant said, the more I wait, the bigger the brand I'll get approached by.

In just a month, I gathered almost 400K+ excluding the followers I had before all thanks to the six girls that the social media thinks we were besties. Especially Angela—Ride or Die, friend.

The director of SYK hadn't contacted me and vice versa because according to Nova, he showed a huge interest in me at Angela's party and he would contact me anytime soon.

Oh, and the beige man? Our relationship remained the same, just a little bit physical—Nothing sexual but a lot of kisses that I wouldn't be surprised if my lips started peeling off. It was almost like we couldn't breathe without kissing each other for a day and sometimes, it gets so hard to be together alone without sparking suspicion from the girls; they probably have grown suspicious of us but they hadn't said anything yet so it was okay.

Reality was the biggest obstacle—oops. If she slept on the nineteenth floor, the beige man would come to my place in the middle of the night and vice versa. However, there was a time when Reality woke up in the middle of the night and didn't find me in the room with her. The amount of lies I told to cover up what was actually happening was unhealthy and if she had been an adult, she would have caught me in a lie.

...but the good thing was that Reality has started school again which means she won't be home the entire and also won't have the strength to wake up in the middle of the night and walk around like an evil spirit; She should have been Nova's child. The only difference between them was that Nova kills with Kindness and Reality kills with death glares.

"Girls, it's time!" Tommy entered my upgraded dressing room and announced. I was like a prized possession for the club and as I've heard, I make more money than Siren ever did and I deserved my dressing room getting renovated into a more comfortable space. "Glitter... Looking gorgeous as always," Tommy complimented before exiting the room.

"Hey, Wraya you got a phone call," Raven said and brought my cellphone to me, pressing it to my left ear. "Hello!" I let out not bothering to check the caller ID—I wasn't the type to give random people my number anyway.

"Erm-Hi! I'm I speaking with Wraya Kelvin?" A female voice said across the phone. I stayed quiet for a bit trying to recognize the voice. "Yes, Who am I speaking with?" I responded not recognising the voice.

"I'm Nurse Cherry. I'm calling from St. Micheal Private Hospital about your mom. See woke up for a few seconds tonight but unfortunately, she slipped back into a coma and she's being transferred from the HDU to the ICU," She explained.

"Okay." My reply was simple and short as I had nothing to say.

"Don't you want to come see her? The other nurses said you haven't come here in a while,"

"Nurse Merry or what did you say your name was... Whether I come to the hospital or not is none of your business. I am paying the bills, am I not? And also, never contact me again if it's not something extremely serious. Just because she woke up for just a few seconds doesn't mean I should mess up my schedule to come over there." With that, I pushed Raven's hand away from my ears, "Hang up!" I ordered, earning a nod from her.

With one last fix on my hair, We headed out of the dressing room. The other girls were on the passage as usual, smiling at me, wanting me to notice them but only for their existence to be ignored by me. Nova aka Fairy, Raven aka Pixie, and I aka Glitter stepped on the dimly lit stage. The spotlight on me shone brighter than the girls with my sequence lingerie making me stand out even more.

The Worst by Jhené Aiko began to play and our perfectly synchronised moves also began. Facing the crowd, I spotted the beige man sitting in his usual spot in the corner with his eyes on me, not trying to hide it. I suddenly felt hot from his unwavering stares and I bit my lip trying to suppress the smile that made its way to my lips without permission.

A while later, the song came to an end and we made our way backstage. Walking towards my dressing room, in the passageway, I spotted Gift, standing with another girl. I didn't know what came into me but I halted on my tracks and stepped closer to her.

"Wow! Is she supposed to be my replacement? Good for you because you guys are the perfect match. Losers should stick together, am I right, Azura?" I let out sarcastically with a taunting cackle at the end of my sentence.

"You think you're better than everyone now, don't you?" She took two gutsy steps closer to me and asked rhetorically.

"I don't think I'm better than everyone, I know I am better than everyone. Bottom feeders like you only see nothing but jealousy... but you know what? I like the way you've been quiet, that's smart of you because the one who tried to look me in the eye is now—what is she doing now, Fairy?—Ah, She now serves me drinks at parties. Unless you want me to meet the same fate as Kiss, continue to stay quiet," I spat out glaring deep into her eyes.

"Amazing! They say you never really know people. I used to think we were similar, you know. Two good girls with family problems but you're just a PSYCHOPATHIC NARCISSIST JUST LIKE YOUR SERIAL KILLER DAD!" She yelled for all the girls to hear while my face drained of colours while she spoke. I never thought she would brazenly reveal my family secret for everyone to hear. It came as a shock so much that it rendered me speechless.

"What? Celebrity? The face of Oniria? You're nothing but a Cold-blooded killer's daught—" Her words were cut off with a tight slap from me, landing on her cheeks. She stumbled back but her smelly friend caught her just in time before she could fall on her butt.

"Never fucking mess with a Serial Killer's daughter!" With that, I stormed back into my dressing room with Nova and Raven following me, of course, "Take the car Keys and my things. We're going home," I ordered and left the room leaving the girls dumbfounded. If Tommy wanted me back at the club, he would have to fire Gift because being in the same space as her was making me sick.

The beige man spotted me leaving the building and he immediately stood up and ran after me. "Are you okay?" He questioned while we walked towards his car. "Just take me anywhere but home," I ordered as I got into the passenger's seat.

"Are you okay?" He asked again as he started the car's engine. I ignored his question again and Looking out from the window instead, I spotted the girls carrying my things and they also recognized her beige man's car. Raven ran to the car before we could move, knocking on the windows. I let down the glass and she passed my phone to me, "Go home." I stated, earning a nod from her.

With a loud Vroom from the car, we drove off and got on the highway, "Are you Okay? You left before your second dance," He questioned again. I let out a deep calming breath before speaking, "Someone said something they shouldn't have and I'm not able to do anything but storm out of the club," I finally responded but vaguely.

"...But you can do a lot." He said causing me to avert my gaze from the road to his face, confused. "Who do you want me to Kill?"

A/N
In case you haven't noticed, The more money and fame Wraya gets, the higher the level of her god complex gets.

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