Selene's pov
She hadn't even unzipped her suitcase before her temper flared.
"He's what?"
Selene's manicured nails clenched around her phone as she paced the lounge of her luxury villa in Nice. The call had come from one of Adrien's inner-circle—a male voice, drunk, careless, and talkative.
"She's young," the voice had laughed. "Pretty. Adrien found her wandering where she shouldn't. Bit of a mess. Apparently, he's keeping her now. Said it was 'his mistake.'"
Selene had hung up before the explanation finished.
His mistake? No. Adrien made mistakes with blood and bullets, not girls.
She'd boarded a flight within two hours.
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The party was in full swing by the time she arrived, swathed in gold and black. Mafia wives, politicians, and criminals dressed like royalty laughed and toasted with flutes of poison and pearls.
But Selene didn't see any of them.
Her eyes locked on one person only.
Adrien.
Storming across the ballroom with his hand clamped around the wrist of a girl in a midnight-blue gown, dragging her out of sight.
The girl stumbled, heels clicking desperately across the marble, her hair tumbling over her shoulders in curls the color of moonlight. The dress hugged her curves like it had been sewn onto her skin. And her face—soft, delicate, flushed with embarrassment and defiance. Itwas the kind of beauty that stung. Full lips trembling. Wide, luminous eyes rimmed in smudged eyeliner. The type of face you didn't forget. Or forgive.
Selene's teeth clenched.
So this is her. The mistake.
She didn't need an introduction. That girl's very existence had stolen something sacred: Adrien's attention.
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Selene arrived at the mansion the next morning without calling ahead.
She wanted the element of surprise.
She got it.
Ravenna stood at the bottom of the stairs in a simple black blouse and apron, her hands clasped nervously, head bowed. A housemaid. But even as she was stripped of glamour, she was painfully, infuriatingly pretty.
Skin like porcelain, soft and untouched.
Hair pulled into a loose, messy bun that made her neck seem longer, more graceful.
And those eyes—those cursed blue eyes—lifted toward her with innocent confusion.
"Oh," Selene purred. "You're still here?"
The girl stiffened but said nothing.
Selene pulled off her sunglasses and smiled like a cat about to toy with a bird. "I assumed you'd be gone by now."
Still no response. Smart girl.
Selene stepped closer, letting her heels echo dramatically on the marble floor. "Tell me something, sweetheart. Does he touch you the way he used to touch me? Or are you just here to warm the silverware?"
The girl's cheeks turned scarlet. Her hands tightened at her sides.
Selene drank in the reaction.
Good.
She walked past her with a flick of her perfume-drenched hair. "Don't worry," she added sweetly over her shoulder, "I'll find something appropriate for you."
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Later that day, Selene walked into Adriens study. The familiar scent of his colonge hitting her square in the face–a scent she could never forget
She called Ravenna in requesting a drink. Raveena got to the kitchen, a temper in her steps grabbed what was requested for and made her way back to the study.
Clutching the tray tight she handed it to Selene carefully.
Just then Adrien walked in. "Adrien!" Selene said cheerfully… "Suprised to see me?"
"What do you want Selene?" he asked,
Selene retured to glass of drink to Raveena, who stood there quite confused–should she go or should she stay
Selene walked up to Adrien, reaching up to his collar "Is that how you welcome me…Adrien" she purred in the softest voice.
Adrien casually tossed her hands aside, he was not in the mood. Selene stumbled backward hitting Raveena causing the wine to pour all over her chest.
Her white blouse soaked in red wine, shaped out her boobs perfectly. A striking scene for Adrien. He made his way out of the study before any of them noticed his absurd reaction.
Selene, smart as she wa knew exactly what was going on, she went on and told the chef that Ravenna had insulted his seasoning, prompting a full-blown screaming match in the kitchen.
She even left a red lipstick mark on one of Adrien's fresh white shirts and made sure it was found in the laundry Ravenna was assigned to sort.
And when Adrien asked why Ravenna looked pale and shaken at dinner, Selene simply smiled and said, "Perhaps she's homesick."
She was just getting started.
Because there was no way Selene LeClair would lose to a stray taken off the street.
Especially not when Adrien—her Adrien—had always belonged to her.