Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

Samantha dressed for the occasion. She spent six figures renting this dress all to catch enough attention. The one place she stood out more than Harmony was how much she would reveal to the public, and the media loved taking photos of her skin. Samantha looked at the reporters and waved at them, showing off poses. The rich guy beside him was more than 50 years old as he said, “Let’s go in. Don’t want to be late.”

Samantha stopped posing and held the man’s arm. Then, they went ahead. Guards were verifying the guests’ identities at the entrance. The rich guy handed his invitation, and all Samantha had to do was show her ID. Alas, after the guard checked her ID, he extended his arm. “She cannot go in.”

Samantha was shocked. “What? Why?”

The rich guy defended her, “This is my partner. Please, can you show some leniency and let her in?”

sorry, sir, but our boss told us she can’t be

mean there was something wrong with her. He only took her along because it was convenient. Unfortunately, he couldn’t vouch

bit? I really want

whispered, “I think you crossed someone you shouldn’t. I have no power here, so you should leave. We’ll talk later. I’m running late.” Mr. Boston

scene. It was more than obvious that Samantha was denied entry. This was a good

She hooked up with Ezekiel and had to have told

was on the couch, taking a break. She heard her phone ring. Since she never logged Samantha’s number in her contacts, she answered the call,

me, Samantha. Harmony, I’m sorry for saying all that to you. Can you please let me come in? I

mercy. Harmony sneered, “Why are you begging me? It’s funny you would think

hundred and fifty grand to rent this

said coldly, “I won’t let you in because I don’t want to see you,