Chapter 6: If It Was A Game They Wanted

As he slowly made his way toward her, Aurora hid behind a nearby potted plant. Hayden pressed the elevator button, and only after the doors closed did Aurora step out. The elevator stopped directly on the 28th floor, where his personal rest suite was located—it was clear he wasn't planning on going home today. An idea suddenly took root in her mind—perhaps it’s not very bad to have him as her first target.

Hayden always valued his privacy; there were no cameras throughout the entire floor. Aurora climbed the stairs, familiar with every corner of the building, which also lacked surveillance. She had noticed his slightly dazed expression just now, a clear sign of intoxication. Whenever he was drunk, he would rest in the hotel. Pulling out a card from her wallet, Aurora wondered if the lock had been changed. She tried the card; the door made a slight noise and opened. Three years had passed, yet the door remained unchanged, everything preserved as before.

Holding the card, Aurora felt no sentimentality as she pushed open the door. As expected, he was just as before, utterly unconscious from the alcohol, his tie not even loosened as he lay sprawled on the bed. In the past, she would have tenderly cared for him, but now there was only one thing she intended to do. She quickly stripped Hayden of his clothes, revealing his muscular torso, and the scene from three years ago flashed before her eyes—Hayden, sweating profusely, relentlessly thrusting against Susan’s body.

A wave of nausea hit Aurora, and her eyes turned cold.

"Aurora!"

Suddenly, Hayden grabbed her hand, startling her. She carefully turned around to find him still asleep, a cold smile playing on her lips. He had been thinking of another woman while they were in love, and now was he longing for her while he was with someone else?

She would for sure rip off his hypocritical face so that everyone could see him for what he really was this time!

She pulled off her own clothes and lay down next to him. The white sheets covered both of them, revealing only the skin above their chests. Aurora let her hair down, lying docilely in his arms, her long hair conveniently covering her face. She posed and snapped a few photos before turning to leave, her eyes devoid of any fondness.

Aurora didn’t close the door upon leaving, deliberately creating an illusion. She had thought that seeing him again might induce a rash act, but she found herself frighteningly calm. Perhaps her hatred for them had reached depths she herself couldn't fathom. Completing her actions, she felt a slight thrill—had Susan felt the same when she schemed behind the scenes?

She switched to a different phone, lowering her voice, "Is this Veridian Entertainment?" "Yes," came the sleepy reply.

"I have a piece of news."

"About whom?" the person perked up at the mention of a scoop.

"Hayden Alvarez," she stated distinctly.

The name alone excited the person on the line as much as it did her. In Clothville, everyone was aware of his upcoming engagement to the recently famous Susan Simmons. Such news would certainly make headlines.

"Miss, may I know your name? Could we perhaps meet to discuss this in person?"

But Aurora wasn’t in a hurry to meet; she shared some more details and hastily ended the call. Why spoil the fun by letting someone else get the scoop first? Aurora anonymously sent the photos to Susan’s parents.

She had once thought them kind, given the Simmons family's wealthy background, but little did she know that they had been part of the scheme back then. Later, she had someone uncover the truth: the Simmons family had eyed Hayden’s heritage, and Susan had harbored feelings for him long before. The incident had been a joint setup by the Simmons and the Montgomery family. Now, if it was a game they wanted, she was ready to play it fully.