"Mrs. Orchard, why couldn't you wait for your husband since it's already your wedding night? How shameless," another question came.
Maeve could tell their mission was to force a scandal and create stupid headlines against her.
Mirabelle, her slutty little sister, must have paid tons to have them there this early. She couldn't wait to see the look on her sister's face when her plans failed today.
"Why are you all begging for a scandal? I haven't done anything wrong," Maeve said calmly.
"Is that hickeys, Mrs. Orchard? Did you have sex with someone?" Their eyes moved around the room, capturing anything they could use as evidence.
It was almost as if she was being accused of murder and they were there to investigate.
"You had sex with another man on your wedding night?" another reporter asked.
"Oh my God, this is bad. She cheated on Mr. Orchard."
"Mrs. Orchard, what will happen now between you and Mr. Orchard?" Their camera lights kept flashing on her face, blinding her eyes.
They were too rude and had no bottom line. They were hellbent on finding something wrong, on painting her as the bad guy.
Maeve pulled her hair from her neck, and they all saw her bare neck. There no mark, just her usual fair skin.
She had used foundation to cover up the hickeys that bastard left on her. She's been in this game for seven whole years with experiences no one else knew of, she could play their industry games so well.
"Show me any hickey and I'll give the finder a million dollars." She said and all they could do was murmur. Than she smiled.
"First you barge into my private suite uninvited, and now you dare to harass me with gutter talk?" she barked.
"Can't a woman fucking have her privacy without being labelled a whore?"
"I've memorized every one of your faces. By tomorrow morning, my lawyers will have your names, and I'll make sure each of you answers in court."
At that, they all started dropping their cameras one after another. They had all recieved information about the scandal and had come to be the first people to witness it, only for the information to be fake.
"W... We were only doing our job."
"It's not that deep, Mrs. Orchard."
"Maeve," Mirabelle called immediately as she pushed past the reporters.
"What happened to you? We've searched everywhere for you," she said like a concerned sister, but Maeve knew her words were meant to create more news for the reporters.
Seeing her in this life, all she felt like doing was strangling her to death. This stupid naive bitch had killed her over a man. What happened to all the trainings she gave her?
In her past life, this little slut had been her world, the one person she loved more than herself. Maeve had taken good care of her since she was seven. Back then, Maeve was only nine when their parents died.
They lived with their poor grandparents, so they had to fend for themselves and for them. Maeve spent all her savings on Mirabelle's education, worked part-time jobs just to keep them afloat, and all she got in return was betrayal.
Her little sister had been fucking Fred since the beginning of time, and last night was her way of making him hate Maeve since he wouldn't be with her willingly.
Maeve had been a fool to think Mirabelle loved her, back then.
"After the party, you just disappeared. Did you go with... that man?" Mirabelle asked innocently, and murmurs rippled through the crowd of reporters as they continued taking pictures and videos of them.
*Slap*
Maeve's hands kissed Mira's cheeks harshly and she stared up at her with wide eyes. Even the reporters where to shocked to capture anything. It happened so fast.
"I'm so sorry dear sister. I thought I saw a mosquito on your face." She smiled.
"Get out of here, all of you! Now!" Mira yelled at the reporters, and they all started walking away. She was really embarrassed this time.
Once they were all gone, and just like in her past life, Mirabelle turned to her. "Eve, how can you betray Brother Fred like this? What have you done?" she cried out, holding Maeve's hands and Maeve quickly pulled her hands from her hold.
"Brother Fred has done nothing to you to be betrayed. All he ever did was love us."
"What have I done wrong?" Maeve asked, watching Mirabelle's lips quiver.
"Stop acting like you don't know, Eve. I can accept anything, but not the fact that you'll betray Brother Fred the way you did," Mirabelle cried out.
"I don't know. What crime did I commit deciding to sleep in a hotel room after my wedding? It's not my fault Fred was too busy to take me home."
Rule number one in the industry... Always love your way out of things. And every lie must come with a strong backing.
"It seems he was too busy taking care of you. I can't believe even on my wedding day, you wouldn't let Fred be mine Mirabelle." Mirabelle scratched the back of her head.
"I... I had running stomach." He said.
"And your boyfriend couldn't handle that?"
"A... Are you sure nothing happened Maeve?" Mirabelle asked turning her elder sister around. She couldn't believe it. She had already paid for so many headlines that were already published that Maeve cheated of Fred. Everyone was already attacking Maeve.
"What would happen?"
"Either way Eve, when a woman is found in a hotel room on her wedding night alone, it means something else to the public eye and right now, brother Fred must have misunderstood everything" Mirabelle said innocently.
"But all can be redeemed. All you have to do is apologize and explain things to him. I'll even speak up for you. He's at the city hall with a prepared divorce papers." Mirabelle said quietly.
Just like in the past, Fred had prepared their divorce paper. This was sweet, this time, she was ready to leave that asshole once and for all.
"Alright, let's go."
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A black Mercedes-Benz S-Class was parked across the street from the luxurious hotel.
The back window rolled down slowly to reveal a man's frosty side profile. His jaw clicked the moment he saw Maeve walking out in the same black dress he had kept, flanked by the reporters and a younger girl walking beside her who chased them away.
His eyes turned dark and penetrating.
"Ahh, please be gentle... hng," her moan still filled his ears again and again. His face and body still tingled with her soft kisses.
He fiddled his fingers as though the woman's warmth still lingered on his fingertips.
No woman had ever made him feel this much longing and need in years, not even the best seductress in the country.
"Investigate the woman in my black dress," he said calmly, his eyes trailing down her body, following the sway of her hips with every movement she made.
She was beautiful, but what would beauty do for a man like him?
"Yes, Mr. Grey." The car suddenly drove away.
After a few minutes...