CHAPTERS SIX
873 Words
PARKER'S POV
COLE ROWAN,
Even from the VVIP glass balcony above the club floor, I could spot him from anywhere. Loud suit, louder ego, and zero self-control.
My rival in the fashion world—not because he was talented, but because his father’s company kept trying to overshadow mine.
He was next in line to take over their fashion empire.
And I had every intention of making sure that my company will always be top one .
I came to the club tonight for relaxation—quiet observation, nothing dramatic. But Rowan always carried drama like perfume.
From upstairs, I watched him frolicking with a girl that I'm sure wasn’t his girlfriend. He didn’t even try to hide it. His carelessness irritated me more than usual… until I saw her.
A girl, standing at the bar. Frozen,Eyes wide, Heartbreaking silence across her face.
His real girlfriend I guess
She looked like her world just collapsed in front of everyone. Then she marched toward him,voice trembling, but strong enough to turn heads. I watched the argument unfold from above.
He humiliated and insulted her
People recorded,gasped
Perfect.
Rowan was stupid, but tonight he was handing me his downfall gift-wrapped.
She kept asking him for her designs, saying they belonged to her.
He laughed in her face
The entire scene was loud, messy, humiliating.
But what caught my attention wasn’t the chaos.
It was her eyes,not sadness,not desperation.
But pure, quiet revenge.
Her gaze while she was being dragged out by security was cold enough to freeze fire.
I didn’t know her name.
I’d never seen her before tonight.
But the moment her eyes lifted toward the balcony—just once—something clicked.
She wanted to humiliate him but she just didn’t know how.
I did.
I stepped back from the railing and pressed the button beside me.
“Carl,” I said.
My assistant appeared immediately.
“Yes, sir?”
“There’s a girl outside the club,crying With a friend.”
“Yes, the one Rowan embarrassed—”
“Bring her upstairs,” I said calmly. “Now.”
He hesitated. “Should I tell her why?”
“No.”
That's why he's my assistant he always in sync with me—sometimes
I buttoned my jacket, watching the door.
“She’ll understand when she gets here.”
OUTSIDE
Jenny’s arms wrapped around me so tightly I could barely breathe, but I didn’t care. I was shaking too much to stand on my own anyway.
My face was wet, my chest hurt, and people who were recording earlier were now pretending they weren’t staring.
I wanted to disappear.
“Ella…” Jenny whispered, rubbing my back. “I’m so sorry...I swear, if I had known—”
“It’s fine,” I lied. Everything inside me was breaking.
That’s when a man in a dark suit approached us.
“Miss Ella Hart?”
I froze.
Jenny stiffened beside me.
“How… how do you know my name?” I asked.
“My boss would like to speak with you.”
“Your boss?” My voice cracked. “Who?”
He gestured toward the building.
“The man in the VVIP.”
My stomach twisted.
“What… what does he want from me?”
“He’ll explain.”
Jenny squeezed my hand. “I’m coming with her.”
The man shook his head politely. “Only her.”
I was too tired to argue.
Too numb to fight.
Too hurt to care.
“Go,” Jenny whispered. “I’ll be at the bar.”
So I followed him.
My legs felt weak as we climbed the private stairs. Each step made my heart beat faster.
The assistant opened a door.
A tall man stood inside, back facing me, silhouette sharp against the floor to the glass ceiling.
He turned slightly, enough for me to see a strong jaw, calm expression, and eyes that looked like they didn’t miss anything.
He didn’t smile.
He only studied me for a moment, as if assessing the damage.
Then he said, in a voice smooth and terrifyingly steady:
“I want to help you ruin him.”
My breath caught.
“Wh… what?”
He stepped closer.
“Rowan.”
I flinched at the name.
“You want revenge,” he said plainly. “I saw it tonight.”
“I… I don’t know what you’re talking about—”
“You do.”
His tone didn’t rise.
“You want him to feel what you felt down there.”
I swallowed hard, throat burning.
“Why would you help me?” I whispered.
A slow, cold smirk touched his lips.
“Because he is my competition,” he said. “And you… are the opportunity I’ve been waiting for.”
He pulled out a black folder and placed it on the table between us.
“For what?” I breathed.
“For a partnership,” he said.
“To destroy him.”
My hands trembled.
“And what do I have to do?”
He leaned in slightly.
“Just play the role I need you to.”
“…And what role is that?”
He held my gaze, unblinking.
“My partner.”
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