The seductress revenge

“Good girl,” Celene smiled at the bundle of money handed to her by her youngest escort. “You’re really putting your seduction lessons to use.” “I'm learning from the best,” the slender lady smiled back. “Your colleagues?” “They're waiting for your lectures, Miss Celene.” Celene walked gracefully to the office where she usually lectured her escorts. “Three years as CEO of Eden of Escorts and I must confess that this is the most profitable set of escorts I've ever had.” “Clock it!” One of them cheered and the others joined in, tapping their index fingers against their thumbs. Celene raised her glass of champagne and the noise died down. “Eye contact!” She began, glancing through their faces. “As common as it may sound, it's a very essential tool for seduction.” Just then, the office door opened and a bodyguard barged in. Not Celene’. He was Khardi's stool. He got on his knees and arms right before Khardi cat walked in. She sat on the guard's back, tossing her bag on his neck while her eyes were fixed on Celene. “Goddess of Eden,” she forced a smile. “The most desirable escort in the city.” Right from the moment Khardi got in, Celene's countenance fell. How could she forget that evil grin and how the arrogant heiress always sat on her guard's back? Good thing Celene's face mask was on and Khardi wouldn't recognise her, not that she knew her though. “I've heard so much about you.” Celene nodded. “You should know me right? I am the Roi family heiress and my fiancé is the richest man in this city.” “I know,” Celene nodded. How wouldn't she know the woman who tortured and murdered her husband three years ago? “Having seen why you're worshipped as the goddess of seduction, I'm willing to pay you to teach me.” She giggled. “Unfortunately, my fiance’s work has really kept us apart…” she lowered her voice, “...in the bedroom.” “Too bad, Miss Roi. My schedule is fully booked.” “I could pay you double what your clients would offer.” “If I wanted a ten times raise, don't you think my clients could still afford that?” “Damn you!” Khardi jumped to her feet. “You're not that beautiful anyway!” “Say that again and I'll tear you and your bodyguards apart,” one of the escorts spoke from her seat. Khardi shot a hostile glance at Celene who winked in return just before Khardi walked out of the office. Celene tilted her head and her escorts left the office. She took another sip of her glass “Khardi Roi, you took away my happiness and now you want me to teach you how to keep yours? Why teach you when I can do it myself? Or maybe I could do a practical class with you. Let's begin seduction 101, Khardi; taming the fragile king.” Two days later, an audition was called for the personal maid of the richest man in the city, Seth Arthur. Why did it happen so quickly? Celene had paid the former maid to resign. “Remove your robes,” Seth's godmother commanded. The ladies, Celene included, let down their robes. Seth turned away quickly as the ladies revealed themselves in lingerie and heels, except for Celene, who wore a mask. “You know how troublesome Khardi can be. I need someone older than them.” “These ones are not too young.” The godmother turned to Celene. “And why do you have a mask on?” “I'm sorry madam. I…I” “Take it off!” The godmother snapped. Celene fidgeted. “Now!” Gently, Celene took off the mask, revealing a scar on her cheek. “Is that a scar? Put on your robe and leave” “I'd work with her!” Seth snapped. “Khardi wouldn't feel insecure about someone with such a scar.” Just as the other candidates walked away, Khardi came screaming from the stairs. “Celene! What are you doing here?” “You know her?” The godmother narrowed her eyes. “She's from the Eden of escorts.” “You see what I was saying, godmother. How would an escort from Eden have such a scar? Who would even hire them?” “So you're saying you patronise them? Talk to me Seth!” “Here we go again,” Seth sighed. “How do you know about hiring escorts from Eden?” “What's this noise Khardi? If you don't want her to stay just send her away and stop yelling,” the godmother cut in. “I should send her away so Seth could be bringing home different escorts in the name of a personal maid? Hell no! She stays.” She turned to Celene. “What's your name?” “Elen” “Nevermind I'd just call you Scarface.” “About the second thing I came here to do." Seth's godmother spoke up. "An heir. Three years was enough time for you both to court. Your wedding is coming up soon.” “Really godmother? I don't even get to choose my wedding date?” “You could choose any date next month.” “Such a great idea!” He rolled his eyes and stormed out of the house, his godmother tagging behind him. “Back to you, scar face,” she scoffed, “If you ever look at my fiancée in some kind of way, I'll show you the true meaning of nightmare. Am I clear?” “Yes, ma'am. I would never look at your man.” “Good.” She walked away, humming a song. Celene smirked. “You murdered my husband in cold blood and you think I have anything else to lose? Funny.”