I could hear the crowd's cheers and yells from the corridor leading to our dressing room and backstage. I asked Jacques if I could stop by our room first before proceeding to our performance, and she agreed. Creed was quietly following me, and it reminded me of that time when he went behind my back and paid Stefanie to leave.
Did he do something f****d up again?
At this point, I didn't have the energy to ask.
Creed and I got separated after I was hauled away by my mother's bodyguards. Silva had been a ruthless woman, and it seemed like nothing had changed. She had always used underhanded means to get what she wanted. After all, her empire was built on exactly that. My mother was the shadow behind the powerful people, always whispering, always threatening.
I didn't know what happened wi
