ERIKA This time she actually felt alone, not angry. It had dissipated. She sat back up in the barstool again, wondering where Ryan went. She doubted he would be coming back. She really had to matter a lot to him for him to risk his reputation and career by openly starting a disagreement with Nigel Asher. Not only because of his good looks, he was very powerful and skilled which automatically made him influential. That's why very rarely people wanted to mess with him. That was nothing but a headache for her. His social standing was only growing day after day, making it more difficult for her to gather people to help her take her revenge. There was very little chance of her being able to pull off even one percent of it alone. But she felt a little stronger with Metin and Violet by her side. So, she sighed and took a sip of her whiskey, she felt like she needed something strong as she was supposed to sit there all alone for another hour at least. "One more," she asked, almost slurring

ERIKA She looked out again at the cityscape, stressing more on her memories. And that's when, a weird feeling crept on her as a distant memory started unlocking before her. She could see herself holding his face and squeezing it, all while laughing. Then she could see herself quiet down and the next instance was her pulling him close and kissing him. Erika sat up, gasping with widened eyes. There was no way that was real. She believed she hadn't done it at all. It was all her hallucinations. "Fuck.. oh no way..", she spoke to herself as the car pulled up to his mansion. She was breathing hard, trying to remember more but failing. All she could see in her memories were her kissing him and him slowly putting his hands on her waist, pulling her in. She remembered him kissing her back but it was impossible to think about it. He would never do that. Even if her kissing him wasn't just her imagination because she was used to doing reckless things, but she knew him kissing her back was.

ERIKA She frowned to herself looking down at that text from Nigel. Pack your bags, it said. What did that even mean? What could he possibly try to say anymore? Was he throwing her out of the mansion once and for all? Was he sending her away? Or did he have something far more sinister in his mind for her? She had no idea, she hadn't seen this coming. Erika went back to her room and she sat on the edge of her bed, trying to figure out if she should actually pack up. She had no idea what she would do if he sends her away or throws her out because then all her plans would inevitably go down the drain. She had to stay there and watch Nigel's every move to somehow find a crack on the wall. But it was almost like he had figured out what she was trying to do and that's why he was sending her away. She really didn't know anymore. "Why?" She texted back. It didn't take long fir the response to come. "Don't ask. We're leaving tomorrow," Nigel texted, making her frown at the usage of his word

ERIKA She frowned to herself looking down at that text from Nigel. Pack your bags, it said. What did that even mean? What could he possibly try to say anymore? Was he throwing her out of the mansion once and for all? Was he sending her away? Or did he have something far more sinister in his mind for her? She had no idea, she hadn't seen this coming. Erika went back to her room and she sat on the edge of her bed, trying to figure out if she should actually pack up. She had no idea what she would do if he sends her away or throws her out because then all her plans would inevitably go down the drain. She had to stay there and watch Nigel's every move to somehow find a crack on the wall. But it was almost like he had figured out what she was trying to do and that's why he was sending her away. She really didn't know anymore. "Why?" She texted back. It didn't take long fir the response to come. "Don't ask. We're leaving tomorrow," Nigel texted, making her frown at the usage of his word

NIGEL She had lost a lot of blood and she was beaten up before her head smashed on the edge of the sink. She might have some internal injuries along with the bruises. Marks of her getting slapped and punched and kicked on the abdomen. Nigel could feel his breath heave, it was difficult for him to stand still when he knew how easily he could find the culprits. He just looked at the light bulb above the operation theatre door. He stood outside, his mind not working, his phone blowing up with calls. "Sir, I think it can be Amelia, she's known to start fights. But.." "But what?" "Erika knew better than to fight back. She never confronted people even when they treat her rashly. Either she was at her breaking point when the altercation happened, or.. someone had just lashed out on her with anger. I don't know but I am so worried, I can't stop thinking about it," Violet looked down, just as restless. Nigel didn't really want anyone by his side but it was strange having someone who looked