Under My Skin

Chapter II.I: Pontevedra

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

"And why would I go to the motel with your husband? Don't you know I almost spit in your husband's face every time he comes up to me and tries to flirt with me?" I sarcastically asked Ella while raising the corner of my lip.

Her face turned red with rage, and before she could touch my hair, I walked away from her with a playful smile on my lips.

"You f*cking witch! You're such a wh*re! You already know the person is married, but you still flirt with him!" she exclaimed as she chased me down with her big belly.

All the staff stopped what they were doing and looked at us. Even the artists we worked with on this project came out of their tents just to watch us. When I saw the others pulling out their cameras, I sighed.

Oh, great. Another scandal tomorrow, huh?

"What's going on here, Miss Cresancia? Ella?" The director asked, surprised, when I hid behind him and saw Ella, who was breathing heavily and staring at me angrily in front of us.

"You know what? You shouldn't be mad at me because I'm staying away from your husband, even though he's full of lust. It seems like he's not satisfied that you got pregnant because he also seems to want to get pregnant with a Blockbuster Queen." I joked, but it didn't seem to make her laugh because she began yelling in anger, and before I knew it, she was already on my side and pulling my hair hard.

"F*ck you! Who the f*ck do you think you are to talk like that about my husband, you f*cking witch?!" she yelled, pulling hard on my long and beautiful hair.

"Ah! Let go of me! You just can't accept that your husband isn't satisfied with you- ah!!!" I nearly cried out in pain as she scratched my face hard with her long nails while still pulling my hair behind me.

"Just admit that you've had a desire for Duke for a long time, and you can't accept that you broke up! You thought I didn't know? Duke told me that you always wanted him to stay in a motel with you because you couldn't accept that he'd have a family with me and not yours!" she yelled as she scratched my face.

I wanted to laugh because of the lies her husband told her, but I couldn't because I was trying to free myself from her grip on my hair while avoiding her long, dirty nails.

Everyone is just watching us. Instead of stopping and moving this b***h away from me, they just stood there with their cameras pointed at us, enjoying the show.

"Are you still planning to destroy my future family, huh? Liars and whores like you deserve to rot in hell!"

I screamed in agony when I felt the skin peeling off my neck from the scratching she did. I immediately felt a fire in my head, and before I could stop myself, I twisted her arms and kicked her.

"Ah!" she screamed as she fell to the floor, holding her big belly.

When I touched my neck, my jaw clenched when I saw blood coming from it. I wasn't satisfied and pulled her hair to make her stand up because I wasn't done yet! But before I could scratch her neck, we heard a loud slam.

"What the f*ck are you doing to my wife, Cresancia?!" Duke's voice thundered.

Only then did the staff begin to approach to stop us. A staff member quickly approached me and took me away from Ella, who was now crying like a child and clutching her stomach.

I gasped while holding my neck full of blood as I watched people gather to help Ella, but they all moved away when Duke arrived and lifted his wife in a bridal way. Duke came to a halt and turned to face me.

When I saw the shock and concern in his eyes when he saw my bloody neck, I gritted my teeth. Ella stopped crying when she noticed her husband looking at me. Duke was about to approach me, but I quickly turned my back and walked away.

Duke was responsible for all of this! That means it's not my fault their son nearly died, right? Because, first and foremost, I only did it because Ella didn't want to let me go, and Ella only got mad at me like that because of her lying and flirtatious husband!

Right. Why do I have to apologize to them? Ella, in fact, should be the one to apologize to me for the long wound she left on my neck!

"Set up a conference, and I'll explain what really happened-"

"Even if you explained your side, nothing would change because the video clearly shows how you kicked Ella in her tummy. People don't care what caused you two to fight because everyone is focused on how you tried to kill their son-"

"Oh my God! How many times do I have to say that I didn't mean?!"

"Even though you didn't mean to, you still did it. It can't be changed that you kicked Ella in her tummy, and their child almost died because of it!" Wilston yelled.

I closed my eyes and tried to calm myself. It's as if he's implying that no matter what I do, nothing will change. I have no choice but to admit the sin that I did not intend and accept the words that others have hurled at me.

"If my explanation to the media is useless, what can I do to save my hard-earned career? You're my manager. Surely you have a solution to this, right?" I asked him calmly.

Wilston has never disappointed me, so I'm confident he has a solution for this.

"Of course, I have," he answered seriously, before resuming his seat on the sofa.

My lips twitched. I knew it. I didn't make a mistake when I hired him as my manager because, aside from his handsome face, the first time I saw him, I knew he was the right manager for me! The answer to every pest that wants to bring me down in the industry!

"What is it?" I asked, excitedly approaching him.

I came to a halt as the edge of his lips rose slowly. I can't be mistaken about the meaning of that smile. With the solution he came up with now, it appears that danger awaits me.

"I don't want to kill people. I'm a b***h but not a murderer," I said flatly, dismissing any solution he proposed right away.

He burst out laughing, which made me frown. Do I look like I'm joking? I'm dead serious. I'd rather lose my career than kill someone-

"I didn't say you had to kill, Cresancia," he said with a ghost of a smile on his lips, holding back his laugh.

"Then what?"

"You must go far. Let the scandal you started fade away until I can finally get you back on the screen."

I raised my brow.

Not bad. I'll consider that a vacation then.

"Which place should I go? Hawaii? Mexico? Spain? Japan? Where?" I asked, the excitement could be heard in my voice.

Wilston rose and started walking towards me. When he stopped in front of me, a small smile appeared on his lips. I tilted my head, waiting for his answer, only to be horrified when I realized what place he was going to mention.

"In Pontevedra."