Chapter 2
1345 Words
Beverly hills, LA , California 2026
New Year's Eve.
“Martins!”
“Martins!” Celeste screamed impatiently, waiting for the man to hurry up with the car.
She was already late for the award show again, yet he still moved as slowly as ever.
She seriously needed a new manager.
And soon.
Martins was terrible at almost everything, yet her agency still refused to replace him.
Sometimes, she wondered if they were all secretly waiting for her downfall.
The car finally pulled up beside her.
Without hesitation, she swung the door open and stepped inside, struggling to gather the long hem of her dress that restricted her every movement.
Celeste hated gowns, hated red carpets and most of all hated pretending.
She would much rather wear oversized shirts and shorts while lying in bed all day watching movies.
But this was her life now.
As she stared out the window of the moving car, her thoughts drifted toward her mother.
Wherever she was.
Would she be proud of her now?
Would she be happy that Celeste had become successful, just as she once dreamed?
Or would she still have preferred her daughter in medical school instead of drowning in fame and flashing cameras?
Sometimes, Celeste wished her father had not died so early.
Maybe then her mother would not have been pushed so close to the edge that she followed him soon after.
“Celeste.”
Martins’ voice pulled her from her thoughts.
“We’re here.”
Of course.
They had already missed most of the red carpet.
The only reporters left outside were the unlucky ones who had failed to get inside the event hall.
Martins stepped out first before opening the car door for her.
The moment Celeste emerged, several heads turned instantly.
Her emerald gown flowed elegantly around her.
Her hair fell in soft layers, half styled into a messy bun while the rest cascaded down her back.
Nobody knew how cold she was in the open back dress.
All they wanted was for her to be beautiful and to see some skin for the cameras.
While they adorned themselves in cardigans and heavy coats for the hard winter's cold.
Entering into the award hall, nearly everyone was already seated.
Famous faces surrounded her.
People she once admired from afar.
People she had now surpassed.
And others she still intended to outshine someday.
She had barely begun searching for the least noticeable seat when her name was suddenly called.
" Celeste Greyfield!!!!!"
Applause clattered around the hall.
For a brief second, her heart stopped putting her in so much shock.
As she walked toward the podium, she silently wished this was the Novel of the Year award she had won.
She had been too distracted trying to avoid attention that she had not even listened to the presenter’s speech.
Now she had no idea what she was even supposed to thank the audience for.
But once she looked at what was written at the bottom of the award that was being stretched towards her.
Her face almost dropped in front of all the cameras.
But she still managed to put a smile on it.
As she waved towards the camera walking up to the microphone that stood there.
Honestly having nothing to stay in it.
The microphone suddenly turned dreadful to her.
But she still walked towards it.
There was no going back now.
Not when these sly reporter's cameras were facing her.
Secretly praying for her to make a wrong move so that it could be their next big hit.
She was definitely not going to let that happen.
Especially not now when her career was at its peak.
Finally reaching the mic she took in a deep breath.
" I want to give big thanks to my team--- and everyone who had been around me during my journey writing this book" said Celeste as she paused for a moment.
" This book is only a successful all because of you" she said as she using the back of her index finger to wipe away fake tears from her eyes.
As she walked back down the stairs that led to the stage she mistakenly stepped on the hem of her dress making her slip a little almost falling to the ground. As her head fell towards the ground she could see the leg of martins running towards her but she knew she would already be on the floor disgraced by the time he would be able to reach her.
But just half way to the ground someone suddenly grabbed her by the waist from behind steadying her to her feet.
Her legs wobbled for some minutes before finally gaining balance.
Before she could turn around to see who had saved her, he already had his back in her walking away.
His shiny black hair that shimmered with the stage lights as he walked away.
And those broad shoulders.
" And for novel of the year ------
Vivienne Laurent" announced the presenter.
That drew all her attention from the mysterious man back to the stage.
" That b***h!!!"
She cursed.
She was going to flaunt it in her face for the rest of the new year.
As Vivienne took the award from the presenter her eyes locked with Celeste.
And she didn't bother to look away.
Why would she.
"If she had always wanted it then it was just right right for me to have it too" thought Celeste as she continued to stare at her.
And by the way if the reporters caught them staring too much there will be rumors that Celeste Greyfield was a jealous b***h.
" Everyone deserved to know what she is"
" A b***h"
Finally walking to the microphone she could see Celeste storming out of the hall through her side eye.
It just made her smile wider.
" Get me the car!!"
Screamed Celeste at Martin who was trying to plead with her to go back into the hall.
Get me the car you dimwit!!!" Screaming louder at the man making him shocked as he shifted back away from her for a moment.
Celeste knew she shouldn't have shouted at him in that manner.
But she was too angry to even care.
" Wait a minute I'll get it" he said with a straight face.
But she just scoffed.
" She'll handle him later now she just wanted to clear her head.
He rode the car to her side using his head to signal her to get in.
But Celeste went round towards the driver's seat shocking him.
" Get down" muttered Celeste now but in a more softer tone.
He didn't argue this time he just stepped down as he watched her drive aggressively out of the parking lot.
Celeste lived taking rides like this.
It helped her clear her head from a lot of things.
As she entered the high way she increased her speed by passing all the vehicles behind her.
Her speedometer rise to 160km/h but she couldn't care less at this point.
She drove faster going towards the Libra's bridge.
As she moved speedily she didn't notice the museum truck carrying artifacts and making uturn.
The car slammed aggressively against it side.
And the effect pushed Odetta's car hitting the bridge rails scratching another car in the process.
The rail broke and her car that was just at the edge started falling but one of it's tyres got stuck over a pole.
By now many drivers had stopped and brought out their phones filming the scene.
"Where they all going to watch her die while shooting content" thought Celeste as the deep cut she had in her head was already gushing out blood blinding the people from her eyes.
When the tyres of the car lessen completely she was going to fall.
But nobody reacted quickly.
Somehow she was just waiting for the car to finally fall.
She couldn't bear the pain anymore.
And it finally did.
She just closed her eyes waiting for life to finally leave her.
- Writer
