KING AZRIEL CAELUM FENRIS

Nova Bassey's POV»

Tears sipped from my eyes as I squeezed the papers in my hand. That bloody bastard! After everything I did for him for three years straight! He went right out to impregnate another woman and slammed divorce papers in my face.

My parents' words had been haunting me ever since I found out he was a cheat. "He doesn't love you and will leave you for a richer and prettier woman soon enough." Not only did my parents say that to me but the people around me as well.

Now that I had been rendered useless, mummified with debts from head to toe, he actually left me for a richer and prettier woman.

I looked at myself in the floor-length mirror that stood in the hotel room and watched the tears roll down my face before wiping them off.

I needed a distraction before dark thoughts would fill my mind, so I decided to drink until I dropped. No fun drinking alone in my room, that would only make me feel more pathetic than I already was.

A club was the perfect distraction, and who knew maybe the universe would bless me with a handsome man to take my worries away for the night.

Nothing I had was good enough for a club. Who needed clubbing outfits when you worked day and night without rest?

Luckily for me, there were a few times I'd have to attend special events, so I went through those clothes instead.

Nothing was as eye-catching as the dark red off-shoulder dress I owned. It effortlessly showed my curves and the top of my full breast peaked out from it.

I wanted to show some skin, and it was perfect as its length was only a little above my thigh.

The young blonde receptionist couldn't seem to hide how surprised she was to see me. Just that morning when I checked in, I was nothing but a mess.

"Wow, Miss Bassey, you look amazing." She complimented as she tried to hide her surprise. Though it failed.

When was the last time I received a compliment?

"I know," I smiled. "What's the closet club around here?"

"DareDevils. Hail a cab and they'll take you straight there."

I nodded with a brief smile before leaving the reception.

The air was refreshing. The road bustled with cars and bikes and the livelihood seemed promising. A cab stopped in front of me and the young-looking driver seemed dazed as his eyes landed on me.

I hopped in the backseat and did my seatbelt. "DareDevils." The words came out as plain as ever.

He nodded his head and began driving.

As much as I hated it, my ex-husband, Marvin, clouded my thoughts and made me feel bitter inside. I still loved him and hated myself for that.

The only thing that made me smile was how the driver occasionally peaked at me through the front mirror.

His driving skills were so smooth that I hardly realized it when the car came to a stop. I paid him and walked away. A cab driver wasn't the kind of fun I was looking for tonight.