Chapter 1 - Prologue (2/2)

Across the room a father and son duo who just arrived instantly left when they saw the scene. The Lee's were an old family friend and their attendance was their way of showing respect to the family. However, they don't have time to watch a circus unfold and just left.

Lance took the folder and saw for himself a prenuptial agreement between him and Olivia Lin. Highlighted in green, Olivia's favorite color, were a clause which stated that should a breach in engagement arise, the non-performing party would be liable for all the damages incurred.

But wait, there's more.

Selena picked up the tiny recorder on the table and pressed play.

~Lance, stop. You're getting married. Remember that.~

~Olivia, now don't be jealous. You know how only you can excite me on bed...~

Selena stopped crying in an instant, her face paled when Lance's words sunk in, stabbing her heart repeatedly with pins and needles. She knew she cheated her way to Lance's heart and this was her karma. She grabbed the Sanghee porcelain teapot, ready to break it on Lance's handsome face yet a hand grabbed it away from her.

”You can't break the teapot, madam. We have to collect it.”

”How much do we owe her, Lance? How can you be so stupid to sign that contract!” Selena's fury erupted like wildfire, setting the whole venue ablaze. She easily forgot how Lance cheated on her and went to assess their newly acquired debt.

”10 million dollars for damages,” Lance replied like a zombie as he shuffled his hand on his perfectly gelled hair.

”Ok, then let them have those pieces of jewelry.”

”And 1 billion dollars for breach of contract.”

Selena slumped on the floor, her skirt crinkled from her tight grasp, her knuckles turning white as she mumbled, ”But that's your total net worth, Lance.”

In one fell swoop, Lance Go's company crumbled at Olivia Lin's palm.

Once Olivia's inside the car, she took her sunglasses off along with her pretentious façade. She let a tear fall on her cheek and forced a sob to make her feel better yet that sob slowly turned into a burst of spine-chilling laughter.

Uncle Jin, Olivia's personal driver, shook his head and smiled at his boss's antics. Another player was driven out of the board game, he thought as he glanced at the rearview mirror. He saw the serene smiling face of his boss as she propped her elbow on the middle console, drowning herself with the passing sight of the busy metro on the car ride home.

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

Hell hath no fury like Olivia Lin.

edited by Swaning