One Night With Mr. King

"You think you can just leave without a trace after what happened that night?" His hands pinned her arms above her head, his piercing blue eyes boring into hers.

"W-what do you mean?" she stuttered, his scent reminding her of that night—the night that had changed her life completely.

"What do I mean? Are you seriously asking me that, woman? If your brain can't recall how we burned together on that bed, how about I remind you right here?" His face was dangerously close as he growled into her ear.

Her eyes widened. He meant it. Every single word. He was the king of the entertainment world, after all.

"Let me go," she demanded stubbornly, her voice barely audible. He let out a low, dark chuckle that sent a chill down her spine.

"Let you go? Oh, I'll let you go, Tatiana. But not until you understand the consequences of crossing paths with me."

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In the world of the entertainment industry, we see constant change and creativity. Trends come and go, as do collaborations between artists and producers. This world can make anyone wish to be a part of it—it is said to be inspiring and enjoyable...

Meanwhile, that's only on the surface. The same world is filled with deceit, betrayal, fake love, ruthless competition, toxic fans who could ruin you, suicide, and dissatisfaction... This world is mostly dominated by men.

How can a woman, hurt by this world, face it—especially when she had a night and her life tangled with the king of them all?

: Betrayal

"What's with the long face, darling?" Nathan, Tatiana's fiancé, whispered as he placed a stunning silver necklace around her neck that matched her wedding gown.

"Nervous?" he asked, and she nodded with a small smile. "Yeah, me too. I can't believe you'll be my wife in the next hour. It means the world to me, my love."

Tatiana chuckled at Nathan's words, her happiness clear in her voice. But as soon as he excused himself and left the room, her smile faded, replaced by a mix of emotions. It was her wedding day, yet she couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that had been growing inside her. Nathan's suspicious behavior lately had left her puzzled, and part of her felt that something was off.

Despite being bound to Nathan, the CEO of Stardust Entertainment Company, by her overbearing tycoon father for the past five years, Tatiana had genuinely grown to love Nathan's sweet and charming side. However, the doubts lingering in her mind refused to dissipate, casting a shadow over her joy.

Her phone buzzed; it was a message from Jolene, her assistant.

*You were right, Tatiana,* the message read.

Tatiana clicked on the video attached to the message, and her heart sank to her feet. It showed Nathan kissing another woman, with the camera angle only revealing his face. The woman seemed somewhat familiar.

With shaky breath, Tatiana stormed out of the room and spotted Nathan's assistant, Flynn.

"Where's Nathan?" her voice cold.

"Over there," Flynn gestured to the other side of the hall, but his expression turned concerned upon seeing Tatiana's distressed look.

"Ma'am," he called after her, but Tatiana was already walking away.

As she made her way through the hallway, her head spun, and her chest tightened at the sound of moaning. She recognized the voices and couldn't believe it was happening on her wedding day!

"Ma'am, you need to come. The guests are waiting!" Flynn called again and Tatiana quickened her step.

She reached the door and forcefully pushed it open. Her world shattered as she witnessed Nathan slamming himself into one of his artists, Paisley.

Not only was Paisley Nathan's artist, but she was also Tatiana's rival.

Tatiana stood frozen as the two ignored her completely. Her face paled, and her lips parted in disbelief. She had suspected something was going on between them, but she never imagined it would be this extreme.

Nathan groaned at his release, and Paisley laughed sarcastically. Both totally ignoring her!

"It felt amazing," Nathan whispered.

Tatiana felt a chill down her spine as the reality of Nathan's words hit her. Tears streamed down her face like a waterfall, and bile rose in her throat, making it hard for her to breathe.

After they dressed, Nathan's gaze met with her. Those eyes showed no sign of remorse.

"What is this?" Tatiana's voice trembled. "I've given you everything, even sacrificed my dreams to please you. How could you do this to me?!"

Nathan approached her and sighed. "Don't take it to heart, darling. I'm marrying you, not her. Forget what you just saw," he said shamelessly. "It was just a mistake."

Tatiana's hand flew to Nathan's face, delivering a swift slap. She was shocked by her own actions, but she couldn't contain her anger. She realized that this man had never treated her well, always treating her like trash and then begging for her forgiveness. And naive as she was, she would always come back to him.

She saw the shocked look on Paisley's face, and Nathan's face reddened with anger. She winced as he forcefully grabbed her neck, slamming her back against the wall, his jaw clenched.

"How dare a bitch like you lay your filthy hand on me? Have you forgotten who I am? I'm your fucking husband, and you should listen to me. Forget what you just saw and go to the hall where our guests are waiting for us to get married."

Even in pain, Tatiana's face remained cold. Normally, she would have begged him to stop hurting her, but not this time. She had had enough of his senseless actions.

"Screw you, Nathan."

"Don't tell me you're planning to break up with me on our wedding day, Tatiana. You'll be humiliated in front of the guests. This wedding is going to bring a lot of resources to your father's company. Are you planning to disappoint him?"

Tatiana bit her lip, knowing how angry her father would be if the wedding didn't happen. She resented the fact that she, as a woman, was expected to bow at the feet of a man like Nathan.

"Well, screw him too," Tatiana's jaw clenched as Nathan let out a mocking laugh.

He released her, and she gasped for air. Her lungs burned from the lack of oxygen.

"Very well then. Let's see how you handle the humiliation you brought upon yourself. I can't wait to see it," he said, glancing over at Paisley, who smiled at him before leaving the room.

"Prepare the car. We are leaving," Tatiana overheard Nathan ordering his assistant.

"But sir, the--"

"It's not happening. My fiancée just broke up with me on our wedding day, so I should drown my sorrows with a drink, don't you think?" Nathan replied sarcastically.

Tatiana eyes locked onto Paisley, her anger boiling.

"How stupid of you to let such a man slip through your grasp. If I were you, I wouldn't have let him go," Paisley sneered.

"Just get your whore ass out of here," Tatiana uttered.

"You know, I should thank you, selfish bitch. First, you got out of my way in the industry, helping Nathan rise to his position, and foolishly thinking that Nathan would appreciate your sacrifice. And now, you've given me the opportunity to have him all to myself. I never wanted him to marry you anyway. Have fun with the humiliation. Don't worry, I'll make sure everyone sympathizes," Paisley said.

Paisley was a famous actress with millions of followers. If she manipulated the media, Tatiana would be even more humiliated, despite being the victim.

With heavy heart, Tatiana stormed out, still in her wedding dress, and headed to the nearest bar. Bottle after bottle, she sought oblivion in its depths. Jolene, her assistant finally found her, concern etched on her face.

With Jolene's help, Tatiana stumbled into the car, and eventually passed out in the hotel room Jolene had prepared. When she woke up, still intoxicated, she found herself in different clothes, Jolene gone.

"Jojo?" she slurred, staggering out of the room, going wherever her feet took her.

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The next morning, Tatiana woke up with a throbbing head, her eyes meeting the strange luxurious room. The only memories she had were of Nathan's betrayal and Jolene's help.

"Ouch," she winced at the pain in her head as she tried to get up. The quilt slipped and her exposed breasts bounced out. She gasped and quickly covered up with a frown, realizing she was naked.

"Did Jolene undress me?" she mumbled and heard the sound of running water, indicating someone else was in the room.

She spotted some clothes on the couch and went to check, her eyes almost popping out of their sockets upon seeing that they were a man's clothes.

'Yes... harder, baby... Fuck me... yes!'

Her hand flew to her lips, as her words echoed in her head. She ended up sleeping with a strange man! The term 'strange man' could mean anything.

An old man, a crippled, a man who has an infection. He could be anyone.

“I’m so dead” She mumbled, and as mind pondered on what she had done, the bathroom's door opened and he stepped out...