Her Ruthless Beast

Rising From Wreckage: Starfall's Epic Comeback

Huo Wuer

Rain hammered against the asphalt as my sedan spun violently into the guardrail on the I-95. Blood trickled down my temple, stinging my eyes, while the rhythmic slap of the windshield wipers mocked my panic. Trembling, I dialed my husband, Clive. His executive assistant answered instead, his voice professional and utterly cold. "Mr. Wilson says to stop the theatrics. He said, and I quote, 'Hang up. Tell her I don’t have time for her emotional blackmail tonight.'" The line went dead while I was still trapped in the wreckage. At the hospital, I watched the news footage of Clive wrapping his jacket around his "fragile" ex-girlfriend, Angelena, shielding her from the storm I was currently bleeding in. When I returned to our penthouse, I found a prenatal ultrasound in his suit pocket, dated the day he claimed to be on a business trip. Instead of an apology, Clive met me with a sneer. He told me I was nothing but an "expensive decoration" his father bought to make him look stable. He froze my bank accounts and cut off my cards, waiting for the hunger to drive me back to his feet. I stared at the man I had loved for four years, realizing he didn't just want a wife; he wanted a prop he could switch off. He thought he could starve me into submission while he played father to another woman's child. But Clive forgot one thing. Before I was his trophy wife, I was Starfall—the legendary voice actress who vanished at the height of her fame. "I'm not jealous, Clive. I'm done." I grabbed my old microphone and walked out. I’m not just leaving him; I’m taking the lead role in the biggest saga in Hollywood—the one Angelena is desperate for. This time, the "decoration" is going to burn his world down.

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The papers took flight, spreading everywhere, especially hitting my face. I don't blame them, though. They had been directed at my face. I swallowed and looked at the exquisitely dressed woman, her long, manicured finger dangling on her lip. If she hadn't been such a stupid vixen, I would have called her beautiful in fact.

Some of the papers landed right on my foot, covering my old worn out sneakers. I looked down at it, stopping myself from having any sort of reaction at all.

"Is this all you got? I gave you two weeks and this is all you can come up with?!"

I swallowed again, then looked up.

"He isn't exactly someone you can just walk up to and ask questions. I had to do everything, lurk around his home, stalk his bodyguards.."

"You say you had to do everything like that isn't what I pay you for."

She moved closer to me, her 6 inches stilettos landing on my small feet. I closed my eyes in pain as she moved her weight from one foot to the other, then flicked her fingers right in my face.

"I do not care what you have to do, get better information on him before 8 a.m. tomorrow or you don't even have to come back."

She stepped away finally, dismissing me indignantly.

I nodded. "Yes, Ma'am."

I walked away, locking her office door behind me.

"Hey, what's up?" My only friend in the entire office, Blair, walked to me, her eyes wide. "Did she do something to you, again?"

"She wants a comprehensive report on the CEO of Gems."

Blair's eyes went even wider, if that was possible, and held my arm.

"CEO of Gems? THE CEO OF GEMS?" She screamed and I rolled my eyes.

"Yes, The CEO of Gems." I said, emphasizing "the."

"A man like that.." she started to say, but I cut her off.

"Doesn't exist." I sat on my office chair, and rolled my body to face her. "CEO of Gems is the only kind of himself there is. The world won't be able to handle two. It's only fair for one person to hoard such huge amounts of money."

"It's not only about the money, Kristine. It is more of him! Him!"

I shrugged, swallowing down the intimidation that crawled up in my mind.

The first time I had been in the same vicinity with him, well, more like his bodyguards, I couldn't help realizing just how cruel and unfair life could be.

One person owned Gems group of Companies, or at least, the larger part of it. One person owned such huge cruise ships. Just one person. While I am here, getting stepped on by my boss just scratch up a few bucks.

I shook my head, trying to stop myself from thinking about it. It wasn't like I could go there and beg on my knees till he noticed me. It wasn't like I would just come across him on the street in normal clothes seeking adventure and then ask him about things he obviously does not want known, since he had chosen to keep them to himself in the first place anyway.

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