Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

When the cops knocked on the door, Quintessa had just rolled out of bed where Tyrone lay.The air was still thick with the scent of last night’s steamy escapades, clothes strewn haphazardly on the floor – a testament to the passion that had unfolded last night.The persistent fierce knock at the hotel room door didn’t faze her as she leisurely showered, slipped into her clothes, and applied her makeup with the meticulousness of someone in her own apartment.Who was she? Quintessa the notorious, the ultimate femme fatale, always had to look dazzling, outshining everyone with her radiance.

Tyrone, bare-chested, still bore the tell-tale crimson marks of Quintessa’s nails on his skin, a mottled pattern of desire. He lit a cigarette, “You know, if you ask nicely, I might just be able to shave a couple years off your sentence.”Quintessa sauntered over, plucked the cigarette from his lips, took a drag, and then placed it back between his lips.Her slender hand playfully slapped his cheek, taunting him in a manner reminiscent of a flirtatious tease, “Mr. York, next time you go hunting for a lady, keep your eyes open. Don’t think just because you’re loaded, I can’t outsmart you.”Indeed, the man she had bedded was her aunt’s man, the dream of every woman in Emberbrook, the sole heir to York Financial Group – Tyrone York.His looks? Only those who’d seen him knew. His wealth? Perhaps even he couldn’t fathom.Otherwise, Quintessa wouldn’t have been able to resist bonking him.Ranked as the city’s most coveted one-night stand, Tyrone had spent the previous night tangled in the sheets with her. Quintessa couldn’t help but feel a sense of achievement; after all, not everyone could boast such a conquest.After that night, her verdict on the man? Rich and undeniably forceful. In every aspect, Tyrone had his pride.The police snarled outside, ”

to dump your fiancée to fool around with me. Since when did the illustrious Mr. York become so sentimental?”His grip tightened in an instant, nearly crushing her wrist, “You sleeping with me, all just to get back at the Young family?”She blinked at him coquettishly, and then leaned in, her breath a whisper against his skin, “I slept with you because you’re Rachel’s man. Isn’t that something you’ve known all along? Why the act of innocence?”From the moment she first saw Tyrone, she knew his heart was as cold as his blood; he was prideful, looked down on everyone, including her aunt, Rachel Young. No one could probably catch his eye.Darkness clouded his gaze as he spat out, “You’re despicable.”Her rosy lips curved, “Indeed, and that’s why you’re hooked by me, aren’t you?”With a thunderous crash, the door burst open and a motley crowd surged in – cops, reporters, and the

instantly went pale.The night before, she had plotted against Quintessa, drugged her, hoping she’d get addicted to drugs and then be defiled by some street thugs, all to be exposed by

heart.“Quintessa’s been caught! She’s been caught in an affair! She’s headed to jail!”“Quintessa of Emberbrook, the notorious rich girl, has finally played her last hand!”The reporters Rachel had called were ecstatic to the point of madness.“Quintessa, the second daughter of the Young family of Emberbrook, was caught in bed