Scarred Seductress

Leverage

A scoff tore from one of the girls tucked into a corner by the hallway as Selene walked out.

“Slut,” she cussed, hissing bitterly.

The other girl shook her head, letting out a deep sigh before spinning around to walk away.

“It’s so annoying… I want to teach her a lesson so bad,” she grumbled, her eyes still fixed on Selene as she disappeared down the hallway.

They had noticed Damien—the same man celebrating his anniversary today—entering the restroom where Selene had slipped into. Out of confusion, they had waited by the corner to see if it was just an honest mistake, only for Selene to walk out moments later, strutting provocatively while Damien remained inside.

“What do you think they did in there…” she cooed.

The other girl shook her head.

“I mean, it must take some crazy amount of guts to sleep with a man while he’s having his anniversary dinner—celebrating his wife.”

“I don’t care,” the girl said flatly.

“But—”

“Stay out of their business, okay… you didn’t see anything, and you’re not allowed to say anything.”

“Oh please,” she spat, rolling her eyes, her lips curling against her teeth as an idea sparked in her head.

“Our job is to serve these people, get paid, and—”

“Well, you can keep serving tables for the rest of your life,” she snapped. “As for me, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and I’m not letting it slip away.”

She lurched into motion, about to follow behind Selene.

“What the hell are you thinking?”

She rolled her eyes. “How about you just watch me,” she fired back, following Selene quickly and leaving her surprised friend behind.

Selene drew in a deep breath as her steps slowed to a stop by the balcony. The cool beach breeze ahead tousled her hair into a mess, sending a calming sensation across her nerves and easing the tension still bubbling inside her.

“Well, challenge accepted, Selene…” Damien’s words echoed in her head, tearing a hiss from her lips.

“Does his wife know?”

The voice sliced through the air, snapping Selene’s gaze toward its source. Her eyes settled on the girl approaching her, dressed like a staff member.

Selene raised a brow.

“I asked a question, ma’am,” the girl continued. “Does his wife know that you’re sleeping with her husband—and that on her very anniversary, her husband escaped to the restroom to be with you?” She spat the words, her face twisted with disgust, her eyes digging daggers into Selene.

Selene shook her head and looked away. She wasn’t about to be bothered by some nosy girl.

“Don’t you have a heart, ma’am?” the girl fired.

Selene returned her gaze to her.

“Throwing yourself at a fellow woman’s husband on the very day they got married,” she sneered, her eyes roaming Selene’s body condescendingly.

Selene scoffed, completely unfazed by the girl’s annoyance. “Do you have a cigarette?” she asked calmly.

The girl chuckled dryly, disbelief flickering across her face as her fists clenched at her sides. That only fueled her determination to teach this homewrecker a lesson—whatever the story was didn’t matter anymore.

“You don’t?”

“I’ll expose you,” she spat.

Selene raised a brow. “You’ll what?”

“I’ll tell the world how you throw yourself at a married man on the very day of his anniversary.”

“Stay out of it,” Selene said sharply, her expression hardening.

The girl laughed. “Now you get it, huh?”

“I’m serious,” Selene warned, closing the space between them slowly. “Stay out of it.”

“Or what?” she snapped, rolling her eyes. “You should’ve thought real hard about the consequences before throwing yourself all over a married man.”

Selene lowered her gaze as a dry chuckle escaped her, on the verge of losing it.

“So get ready—”

“You want money, I guess,” Selene blurted, cutting her off.

The girl hesitated briefly before scoffing. Selene smiled.

“Fine. I’ll pay you to keep your trap shut,” Selene hissed.

“Oh please, you can keep your stupid money—”

“Name your price,” Selene cut in.

She swallowed, her eyes flickering with barely contained excitement.

Selene bit down on her lower lip, forcing herself not to escalate things.

Marina had no idea she was at this resort, and Selene wasn’t about to let her find out. Her goal was Ricardo—and Ricardo alone. Until that man was dead, she wasn’t letting some careless b***h ruin everything.

“A hundred K,” the girl bluffed.

Selene scoffed, shaking her head.

“You think it’s too much? Need I remind you—”

“You’ll get it tonight,” Selene interrupted, her expression hard once more.

The girl smiled proudly.

“And you better never mess with me again after this,” Selene warned, swallowing her anger as she brushed past her.

“Well then, I’ll be waiting,” the girl muttered, shoving Selene aside as she walked away first.

Selene bit down hard on her lower lip, her fists clenching as an idea settled in her mind.

Of course, she would give her the money as promised—her final attempt to keep the number of coming deaths from exceeding just Ricardo. But if the girl refused to stay out of her way after taking the money, Selene would make use of her. She’d turn her into leverage over Marina’s head—another secret Marina would be desperate to bury.

And how she planned to do that?

Piece of cake.

Selene rolled her eyes and quietly made her way back to her suite.