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"Please don't tell me you've forgotten the plan already," Roman said sarcastically, his sharp amber eyes narrowing as he rolled them. He bit out each word like a blade, his impatience aimed directly at Kayla
"It's not like—"
"Just put it on. We'll explain in the car, okay? Let's just go!" Roman cut hee off, his voice firm yet urgent.
As they hurried outside towards the unkempt parking lot littered with weathered and bruised cars, a gleaming black vehicle awaited them. It wasn't just any car—it was a statement. The sleek metallic surface shone under the dim parking lot lights, reflecting like liquid onyx.
Kayla froze in her tracks, her eyebrows knitting together in bewilderment.
"What… is this?" she muttered, her voice trailing off as her wide eyes took in the car's opulence. She had seen luxury vehicles before—Mercedes-Benz, Cadillac CTS, Lamborghini, Limousine, BMW—the list went on. But this… this was different.
The car wasn't just elegant; it was mesmerizing. Its aerodynamic shape resembled a predator ready to pounce, with sharp edges accentuated by the faint glow of embedded diamond-shaped stones. The light bouncing off them created an ethereal sparkle that seemed almost unreal.
"Wow…" she whispered, her breath catching. "What's the name of this car?"
"You like it?" Roman's voice came from behind her, low and teasing.
Before she could turn fully, he stepped closer, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her against him. His grip was firm but not aggressive, and his touch sent a sharp jolt through her spine. With a playful smirk, he gave her a light squeeze, making her gasp softly.
"What? 'Like' is an understatement—I love it! What's the name?" Kayla asked again, her voice breathless, her head tilting upward to meet his devilish gaze.
"Hmm… I haven't really thought about that yet," Roman replied nonchalantly, his lips twitching into a sly grin.
"What do you mean you haven't thought about it? Didn't you ask the brand owner when you bought it? Are you telling me you just walked into a showroom and picked a random car without asking questions?" Kayla's incredulous expression was almost comical as she gestured wildly.
"And who said I bought it?" Roman said, his voice dripping with mischief. He reached out to brush a strand of hair away from her face, his fingers lingering slightly against her skin.
Kayla blinked, her lips parting in shock. "Wait… What are you saying?"
"I made it." His voice was smooth, low, and confident, each word settling over her like a revelation.
"You what?!" Kayla gasped, her eyes wide with disbelief. Her Romenia darling—a carmaker? The realization hit her hard.
For a moment, Kayla felt a surge of frustration. Lately, she'd been so preoccupied with her parents' financial troubles and her own swirling emotions that she'd stopped being her daring, playful self around Roman. She'd become timid—almost like one of those blushing heroines in romance novels who'd bite their lip and stammer around their love interest. That's not me, she thought fiercely. I'm Kayla Freaking Kornels! Bold. Unapologetic. Fearless.
She smirked, stepping closer and looping her slender arms around Roman's neck. "So, my Romenia darling is also a carmaker, huh? I didn't know Daddy was so talented," she teased, her voice sultry, her lips mere inches from his.
Roman's smirk faltered for just a moment, his amber eyes locking onto hers. But before he could respond—
"Ahem!" Akim cleared his throat loudly, his brows raised in mild exasperation. "Can we go now?"
The couple jolted back to reality, Roman releasing Kayla with a reluctant sigh—but not before giving her another sly squeeze that made her scowl playfully. She reached up, brushed her nose lightly against his, and smirked before turning away.
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At the Taylor's Grandest Ball
The grand hall of The Taylor's estate glittered with decadence. Crystal chandeliers bathed the opulent ballroom in a golden hue, and elegantly dressed celebrities glided across polished marble floors. Photographers buzzed around like relentless honeybees, their cameras clicking endlessly as guests posed with dazzling smiles and designer gowns twirled dramatically.
Outside the entrance, a sudden hush fell over the crowd as a mysterious black car glided silently into the driveway. Its presence was commanding, and its sleek, predatory design made heads turn and mouths gape.
The paparazzi swarmed it instantly, flashing cameras creating a strobe-light effect against the dark exterior.
"Who is it?"
"Is this a royal guest?"
"I've never seen this model before!"
The murmurs grew louder as the driver's door opened. Out stepped Akim, his sharp, devilishly handsome face illuminated under the flashing lights. He adjusted his cufflinks casually, exuding confidence in a custom midnight-blue tuxedo. His striking amber eyes scanned the crowd briefly before he stepped aside.
Then came Roman. Taller, broader, and with an aura that made the very air around him thicken with anticipation. His matching blue tuxedo clung to his muscular form, and his confident stride left a trail of swooning sighs behind him.
The crowd was entranced, but the real showstopper was yet to come.
A delicate red heel stepped out, followed by another, and then the dazzling train of a scarlet gown cascaded gracefully onto the red carpet. Slowly, Kayla emerged, her presence both ethereal and commanding. The crimson fabric hugged her curves, and her face was partially obscured by an intricately designed black mask studded with gems.
The whispers in the crowd grew frantic.
"Who is she?"
"She looks like royalty!"
"That dress… that mask… that car! Who are they?!"
Kayla remained composed, her posture straight and regal. On her left, Akim extended his arm, and on her right, Roman did the same. Together, the trio strode forward, their synchronized steps exuding confidence and power.
Inside the grand ballroom, heads turned in unison as the three entered. The air felt heavier, conversations stalled mid-sentence, and all eyes were glued to the mysterious newcomers.
Kayla's eyes swept across the crowd, landing briefly on Chelsea Chelmsford and Aaron Taylor, seated at the front. Aaron was whispering something into Chelsea's ear, making her giggle and pout flirtatiously.
Kayla's stomach churned. You don't deserve my tears, she thought bitterly. Her smirk returned, sharper this time, as she turned her attention to her companions.
"Are you guys okay?" she asked softly.
"We're fine," Akim replied with a lazy smirk, sipping his champagne.
"Good. I'll be back. Blend in—and signal me if it's time," she instructed before gliding away towards a group of familiar faces.
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But as Kayla approached her so-called friends, she overheard Hailey Baldwin snicker to another girl.
"Thank God she didn't show up tonight. If she had, I'd probably have thrown up my guts right here."
Kayla froze mid-step, her lips tightening. The old fire reignited in her chest. Oh, Hailey… you have no idea what's coming.
The night had only just begun.