EVERY LUCIFER GETS LONELY GETAWAY

‎Chapter 1 ‎ ‎ The Weeknd - Losers ‎ ‎ WWW ‎ Celina ‎ ‎ ‎"Absolutely unacceptable-" more specifically; revolting, pathetic, and a f*****g blessing. "-is what it is." But I don't dare dump the hard truth onto the hysterical girl crying on other end of the line. ‎ ‎To be quite honest, it's a miracle I'm able to keep my mouth shut for so long, especially considering I've been sitting here, listening to her sob over a mediocre man for the past ten minutes. ‎ ‎This is the issue with women who emotionally involve themselves with men. They give full control of their emotions over to a man, who is by textbook definition; a disappointment. ‎ ‎While the rest of us, whether it be their children, mothers, sisters, or the women they f****d, are subjected to this disappointment they seem to ooze out of every clogged up useless pore in their bodies. ‎ ‎Not only did Hana have yet to understand this simplistic notion, but she was the worst kind of victim. The kind that saw the good in them. ‎ ‎This was the first thing I'd picked up freshman year about my new roommate turned friend. Only she was the worst type of friend. Sweet, naive and far too innocent to ever take any of my advice. Even if it was the only right way to deal with her problems. ‎ ‎I examine the dark shade of red coating my almond shaped nails and briefly wonder how I'm going to find a nail tech that I don't want to slaughter in America. ‎"Lina?" A choked sob fills the line, louder than the others. "Are you even listening to me?" ‎"Mhm. ‎ ‎" With a roll of my eyes, I set the phone on speaker and reach into my bag to pull out my laptop. "Thomas, d**k, little brunette from Political Law 101." ‎If three years at Oxford had taught me anything, it was how to be an expert at listening without actually listening. ‎ ‎That gets her off my ass and back to her breakdown, while I hold up my empty champagne glass, ushering one of the two flight attendants over. ‎ ‎Yet they both are too busy ogling the body guards positioned on either side of the bar. ‎ ‎"If word of this gets out... it'll look so bad on me. ‎ ‎" Hana's soft voice trembles through the line and despite the annoyance bubbling in ‎my chest. I don't like hearing it crack. ‎ ‎"I-I just want him to feel as terrible as I did when I saw him and her-" ‎ ‎I sigh, fed up. ‎ ‎Not only was this trip back to New York so sudden, and frankly, against my will, but I was spending it cooped up hundreds of feet in the air with useless staff, listening to a messy breakdown, completely sober. ‎ ‎"There's only one thing men like Thomas care about." I look to the guard positioned closest to me and raise a brow at the stoic faced man. ‎ ‎It takes a moment for him to draw his gaze towards me but when he does, I look from him back to my empty glass, my request clear. ‎ ‎"I-I don't know." My naive little friend answers on the line while my eyes pierce into the reluctant ones of the man."Money?" ‎ ‎I wanted another drink. ‎ ‎He wasn't going to get it because he thought that he was above serving me. ‎ ‎It takes about twenty seconds of my stare for the inept Shrek to begrudgingly grabs my glass from my hand and turns to walk towards the bar at the end of the jet. ‎ ‎Only then do I direct my attention back to my hysterical little friend. "No," Thomas Webler was not only an heir, but a distant kin to the royal family. He was as dumb as a rock, yet managed to get into Oxford and spent his time between classes flying women out to snort overpriced coke off their t**s. ‎ ‎Yet his record was as clean as a whistle and had I not been able to sniff out a coke head in my sleep, he'd been able to keep his little issue under wraps. ‎ ‎Information was the highest form of power in my books, and while I didn't have a conventionally powerful family - one that obtained status the clean way, that was, I had the upper hand amongst all my elite classmates. ‎ ‎Dirt. ‎ ‎"Upholding his family's image." I fold open the laptop on my lap. "As long as daddy's happy, he can do whatever-or whomever he wants in secret." I'm a firm believer in karma, she was my favorite type of b***h. ‎ ‎But letting things happen naturally was no fun. But dishing out my own karma as I saw fit? That was the only viable option. ‎ ‎My mouse clicks into my encrypted folder and I hover over the folder with his name on it. But letting things happen naturally was no fun. But dishing out my own karma as I saw fit? That was the only viable option. ‎ ‎ ‎"It'd be a shame if word of this affair got out to daddy dearest." ‎ ‎It'd completely ruin him. ‎ ‎Hana Lim - daughter of Tae Lim, head of South Korean parliament was the only bridge Thomas' father had in maintaining his power. No one got on Tae Lim's good side, but when you did gain his support, the extent of power one had was limitless. ‎ ‎News like this would not only break his ties with the man who currently held the highest status in South Korean society, but it'd bury him alive. ‎Especially when the only reason Tae Limput up with Thomas' family was because his daughter was head over heels for his son. ‎ ‎Word of this breakup and his endeavors would be catastrophic but more importantly, so entertaining to watch unfold. ‎ ‎"No..." The gasp in her voice tells me she knows where my head is at. "That'd be too cruel.... Lina, I can't. I won't." ‎Luckily for her, I could and I would. ‎ ‎If there was one thing Ademaro's upheld, it was the notion of an eye for an eye. ‎We didn't just let things go. ‎