Under My Skin

Chapter II: Pontevedra

"Cresancia Eonora!"

I groaned and buried my face in my bed when, the next morning, I heard Wilston's loud and shrill voice. A little less than a few minutes later, I heard a loud knock on my door.

"Cresancia Eonora! Open this f*cking door! " You could hear the anger in his voice as he slammed my door.

I buried my face deeper into the bed and forced myself to go back to sleep. I know why he's angry, and I really expected him to talk to me now, but not this soon! For Pete's sake, my taping ended at five o'clock in the morning, and I barely slept for an hour!

"Go away, Wilston! I need to f*cking sleep!" I also screamed because I couldn't sleep because of his loud banging on the door. I could almost feel my entire room shaking because of what he was doing.

"No, Cresancia! Get the f*ck up now, and we'll talk! Why did you do that to Ella?!"

I almost rolled my eyes when I heard that b***h's name.

That b*tch again. I will never forget the way she pulled my long, black, shiny, and beautiful hair earlier!

"Will you open this door, or do you want me to scratch your beloved Ferrari again, Cresancia?" Wilston asked calmly and menacingly.

I immediately felt a chill run through my body as I remembered what he did to my old Ferrari, Charlotte. In less than a second, I jumped out of bed and ran toward the door.

I met Wilston's sharp, hooded eyes as soon as I opened the door. He's dressed formally while holding his large iPad in his right hand. When I saw the paused video, I quickly smiled sweetly at him.

"Good morning, my dear manager!" I said sweetly, leaning my arm on the edge of the door.

"Move," he said solemnly, pushing me aside, so he could enter my room.

I scoffed and rolled my eyes before turning to face him.

In frustration, he sat on the sofa and loosened his necktie. He leaned back, closed his hooded eyes, and sighed deeply. I pursed my lips. Wilston was a model for a small agency when I met him and forced him to be my manager. That's why I can't deny that he's a very handsome man, but sadly... he also likes men.

"What now?" I asked, as he fixed his gaze on me.

"Since when did your title "Primetime Queen" change to "Queen of Scandals," Cresancia?" he asked with a forced smile on his lips, holding back his outburst of anger.

I held my chin and pretended to think before returning my gaze to him. "I don't know. How about you? Do you know?" I asked, teasing him even more.

"Ugh! I don't know what to do to you anymore! I shouldn't have agreed to be your manager in the first place!" he yelled as he continued pulling his hair.

I just shrugged and sat in my royal chair. I looked in the mirror and gently combed my straight, shiny, long, black, beautiful hair with my golden comb. With my captivating hazel eyes, dainty nose, and red heart-shaped lips, it's no surprise that almost everyone is mesmerized by my beauty. I lowered the comb to my thigh and slid my fingers over my soft, porcelain skin.

I sighed deeply as I heard Wilston curse softly in the air.

"Because of the scandal you caused, Jasper and I's honeymoon was interrupted. Damn it!" I heard him sob.

Oh, great. Jasper and he got married yesterday in the Netherlands. Does this mean that after their marriage, he immediately returned home to the Philippines just because of me? Aw... That's sweet!

"Oh, come on. Chill, okay? I didn't do anything wrong-"

"You let Ella chase you on your set and pull her hair. Not only that, because it's also clear in the video that you even kicked her stomach even though you knew she was pregnant!" he exclaimed hysterically while showing me the video of me and Ella on his iPad.

"Well, I didn't mean to-"

"Because of you, Ella was rushed to the hospital and almost lost her son with Duke!" he raged.

My eyes widened, and a strange cold crept up my spine.

I had no idea because when Ella fell on the floor, she was furious at me, and the staff immediately removed me from her. The shoot for my scene was finished, and I was used to Ella's constant pity effect, despite the fact that she's the one who always starts our fights, so I just went home right away to get some beauty rest.

It's also true that I had no intention of kicking her in the stomach. I only did that because she yanked my hair and scratched my neck hard with her long nails. She was furious and hurting me, so I kicked her to get away, and I didn't expect it to hit her stomach.

I rose from my royal chair and faced Wilston, who was also standing, holding his head, and did not know what to do.

"I... almost killed their child?" I asked, my voice trembling.

Wilston looked at me. His expression changed when he noticed the fear on my face. He exhaled a deep sigh.

"Yes, and everyone is calling you a witch, especially the fans of that couple. You are also trending on social media platforms, and they are all very angry and want to cancel you. Videos of your old fights with other artists have also come out, and they've all testified on the news about how bad your behavior is," Wilston explained. Tiredness and despair can be seen in his eyes now, as if this is truly the end of my career in the industry.

I swallowed hard and forced a smile. "Well... M-Maybe I should visit Ella and apologize-"

"Will you apologize to her?" Wilston asked with doubt in his voice.

I was stunned and slowly looked down at the floor.

Right. Even once, I have not been able to apologize to others, especially to the artists I worked with before that I had a problem with, which is why almost everyone in the industry hates me. I don't care about that though, because they don't deserve my apology. They all behave worse than me and have only two faces in public. They are also the ones who always start fights because they are so desperate to ruin my career.

And now it seems that one of them has succeeded in bringing me down.

I want to laugh because I still remember when Ella suspected me that she saw me enter a motel with her husband, Duke...