Chapter 117. Freya Came in A Fucking Bugatti La Voitu

Helene POV

Two and a half weeks.

Two and a half fucking weeks since that nightmare at Vellmont Galleria, and the humiliation still sat in my chest like a knife that wouldn’t come out. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw myself crawling on that cold marble floor, forehead bleeding, calling myself a worthless stinky trash in front of everyone. The wound on my forehead had healed into an ugly scar, but the real damage ran deeper. It felt like Freya had shoved a dagger straight into my heart and twisted it. That wound refused to close. And it wouldn’t, not until I finally destroyed her.

Tonight was that night.

I stared at my reflection in the car mirror, layering on even more concealer. The scar still looked jagged if you looked too close. Without all this makeup, people would’ve laughed at how fucked up my face was now. I smoothed everything out one last time and forced a smile. It looked real enough.

Everything would be fine. Tonight was the Elite R