The Scar He Gave, The Queen I Became
Chapter 7
Midnight in Manhattan.
Outside 'The Box', the city's most exclusive and debauched underground VIP club, a blood-red Ferrari roared to a halt.
The butterfly doors swung upward.
Cadence stepped out onto the pavement, her stiletto heels clicking sharply against the concrete.
She radiated a lethal, magnetic energy.
The modest, high-necked dresses were gone.
She wore a plunging, black sequined slip dress that clung to every curve of her body like liquid night.
The thin straps left her back entirely exposed, showcasing the massive, blue-black butterfly tattoo that seemed to flutter with every step she took.
Kenzie Garner, her socialite best friend, looped an arm through hers and let out a loud whoop.
"Now that is the real Chase heiress!" Kenzie cheered.
They bypassed the massive line of wealthy heirs begging for entry.
Cadence tossed a solid black card at the bouncer, who immediately parted the velvet ropes, ushering them into the ultra-private VIP tunnel.
Inside, the bass vibrated through the floorboards, thick in the chest.
Cadence and Kenzie walked straight to the most expensive center booth, bathed in flashing neon lights.
The moment Cadence sat down, a pack of trust-fund playboys-who usually ignored the boring Mrs. Mueller-swarmed the booth like sharks smelling fresh blood.
High above the dance floor, hidden behind the tinted glass of a suspended VIP balcony, Franklin sat in a leather armchair.
His face was a mask of thunder, a glass of bourbon resting on his knee.
Julian sat across from him, sighing. "The cameras are blind. We can only hope someone in this cesspool has seen her."
Franklin sneered. "Cadence would never step foot in a place like-"
His eyes casually swept over the crowd below.
His voice died in his throat.
His gaze locked onto a figure in a black sequined dress sitting dead center in the club.
The woman turned her head, the strobe lights catching her flawless, smoky-eyed makeup and a cold, breathtaking smile.
Franklin's pupils contracted to pinpricks.
It was Cadence.
But it was a version of her he had never seen. Wild, aggressive, and dripping with raw sexuality.
His eyes tracked down to her bare shoulder.
A massive, dark tattoo covered her skin.
His heart skipped a beat. He had never noticed the butterfly tattoo on her back before.
Down in the booth, a cocky heir leaned over Cadence, offering her a flute of champagne.
"Mrs. Mueller, out slumming it alone?" the boy smirked.
Cadence took the glass.
The corner of her mouth curled into a wicked, venomous smile.
"Don't mention that disgusting name," she said, her voice carrying clearly over the music to the people around her. "I finally dumped that blind trash."
The booth erupted in gasps.
No one could believe the usually timid Cadence dared to publicly humiliate Franklin Mueller.
Up in the balcony, the heavy bass drowned out her voice.
But Franklin didn't need to hear the exact words.
He saw the way she looked at the playboy, the venomous, mocking curl of her lips as she gestured vaguely toward the VIP balcony above, and the way the entire booth erupted in shocked, exaggerated gasps of disbelief.
The absolute disdain radiating from her posture painted a crystal-clear picture of his public humiliation.
A sharp, violent crack echoed in the balcony.
The crystal bourbon glass shattered in Franklin's fist.
Amber liquid and blood dripped onto the floor, but he didn't even flinch.
A blinding, possessive rage hijacked his brain.
He shot to his feet, a dark, murderous aura rolling off his massive frame.
Julian jumped up, grabbing his arm. "Franklin, don't. You're in public."
Franklin violently shoved Julian's hand away.
Down below, Kenzie raised her glass high. "To freedom! To taking out the trash!"
Cadence clinked her glass against Kenzie's and tipped her head back.
She swallowed the champagne, a few golden drops escaping her lips and trailing down her throat into the deep V of her dress.
That single drop of alcohol burned the last shred of Franklin's sanity to ash.
He stormed out of the balcony, heading straight for the stairs.
The bouncers and waiters took one look at his face and practically threw themselves against the walls to get out of his way.
Cadence lowered her glass.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the towering, furious silhouette cutting through the crowd.
Her heart gave a single, hard thump.
But instead of running, a dangerous thrill lit up her eyes.
She leaned back against the leather sofa, crossing her legs, waiting for the beast to walk right into her trap.
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