Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny ( Quintessa and Tyrone )
Chapter 2

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

Tyrone, bare-chested, still bore the tell-tale crimson marks of Quintessa’s nails on his skin, a mottledpattern of desire. He lit a cigarette, “You know, if you ask nicely, I might just be able to shave acouple years off your sentence.”Quintessa sauntered over, plucked the cigarette from his lips, took adrag, 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 alady, keep your eyes open. Don't think just because you're loaded, I can’t outsmart you." Indeed, theman she had bedded was her aunt's man, the dream of every woman in Emberbrook, the sole heirto 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 bonkinghim.Ranked as the city’s most coveted one-night stand, Tyrone had spent the previous nighttangled in the sheets with her. Quintessa couldn't help but feel a sense of achievement; after all, noteveryone could boast such a conquest. After that night, her verdict on the man? Rich and undeniablyforceful. In every aspect, Tyrone had his pride.The police snarled outside, ”

Open up, or we're breaking down the door!"Quintessa, confident she looked presentable, turned toanswer it, but Tyrone suddenly grasped her wrist, “This is your last chance, Quintessa. Are you sureyou don't want it?"His eyes, slightly upturned at the corners, his lips thin, nose sharp — he was theepitome of detached beauty, always wearing a smirk of nonchalant arrogance. Those eyes, nomatter who they were fixed on, were cold and indifferent; seemed devoid of warmth oremotion.Quintessa raised an eyebrow, “What, got feelings for me now? Don't tell me you'replanning to dump your fiancée to fool around with me. Since when did the illustrious Mr. Yorkbecome so sentimental?”His grip tightened in an instant, nearly crushing her wrist, “You sleepingwith me, all just to get back at the Young family?“She blinked at him coquettishly, and then leanedin, her breath a whisper against his skin, “I slept with you because you're Rachel's man. Isn't thatsomething you've known all along? Why the act of innocence?”From the moment she first sawTyrone, 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 gazeas he spat out, “You're despicable.”Her rosy lips curved, “Indeed, and that's why you're hooked byme, aren't you?"With a thunderous crash, the door burst open and a motley crowd surged in — cops,reporters, and the Young family members from the oldest to the youngest.Quintessa’s aunt Rachelstormed at her, hand raised, and delivered a stinging slap across her face, “Quintessa, you tramp!Do you realize this is my fiancé? Do you get it? He's supposed to be your future uncle-in-law, andhere you are seducing him! Have you no shame?"Tears streamed down Rachel's face, her visage aportrait of sorrow that could soften people's heart.Quintessa licked her split lip, tasting the metallictang of blood. She glanced at the frenzied reporters, their cameras clicking like crazed crickets, andsneered. And then, in a swift move, she wrapped her arms around Tyrone’s neck and kissed himpassionately. The crowd gasped and murmured as the cameras captured the scandalous

moment. Tyrone hesitated, fully aware of what Quintessa was doing. He should have pushed heraway, should have slapped her for this brazen act, but, damn it all, he didn't. Instead he responded,wrapping his arms around her waist.Her waist was so slender; it was as if she had no bones at all. Hisbrain, his body — they both remembered all too well how she moved, like a siren’s call. After a heatedkiss, Quintessa released Tyrone and looked up at Rachel, saying, “That's right.

I'm shameless. I deliberately slept with your man. What are you going to do about it?"The crowdwas aghast.A mistress caught in the act should be running for cover, humiliated, shouldn't she? Butthis woman, she was brazenly defiant, kissing her future uncle-in-law right in front of her aunt. Truly,there was no limit to her audacity!Rachel was so shocked she forgot to cry, her trembling fingerpointed at Quintessa.Finally, a sympathetic police officer stepped forward and uttered, “Quintessa,you're under arrest for embezzlement and assault. Please, come with us.”Quintessa cooperated,extending her hands for the cold handcuffs that strangely complemented her wrists with a twistedbeauty.As the police escorted Quintessa out, she paused by Rachel, whispering in her ear, “You hadthe gall to play me, so I slept with your man. Let's see who gets the last laugh.”Rachel’s faceinstantly went pale.The night before, she had plotted against Quintessa, drugged her, hoping she'dget addicted to drugs and then be defiled by some street thugs, all to be exposed by the media. Herwhole life would be ruined totally.But somehow, Quintessa had turned the tables and ended upbonking Rachel's own fiancé. Rachel gritted her teeth with utter venom.At the guest room door,Quintessa saw her father Sean, her stepmother, and her half-brother. They watched silently as shewas taken away, their faces barely concealing their schadenfreude. Within the same family,Quintessa was the thorn they all wished to pluck.Embezzlement, assault — these accusations werethe filth her family had splashed upon her.A malicious glint flashing in her eye, Quintessa addressedher father, “Dad, don't forget to visit. I've got something you want, and if you don't show, I mightjust toss it.

Who knows who'll pick it up then.”Sean's face twisted into a mask of disgust, “I'm so disappointed inyou; I never imagined it would come to this. I thought I'd give you a chance to intern at thecompany after graduation, but your greed knows no bounds. You had the audacity to embezzlefunds. Who gave you such courage? Even now, with your back against the wall, you show noremorse. How did our family ever produce a black sheep like you?"Quintessa sneered,"Disappointed? You haven't seen true despair yet."A police officer nudged Quintessa from behind,“Quit dragging your feet; let's move.”In the end, Quintessa left her father with meaningful words,“Dad, remember what I said. Time is running out.” Tyrone impassively watched Quintessa being ledaway, her demeanor unshaken in the face of doom, a wild recklessness that cared for nothing. Amonster must dwell in that woman's 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 lasthand!"The reporters Rachel had called were ecstatic to the point of madness.”Quintessa, the seconddaughter of the Young family of Emberbrook, was caught in bed with her own uncle-in-law, and thatadulterer was none other than Tyrone.”"Who's Tyrone? There isn't a man in all of Emberbrookhandsomer or wealthier than Tyrone.”"If this news breaks, it will dominate the headlines in aheartbeat, a juicy tale of feuds and entanglements within the halls of the wealthy.”But the reportersexcitement was short-lived, cut off by the York family's bodyguards.The explosive story wassuppressed thoroughly; by the time they emerged again, the faces of those with the scoop wereashen, their cameras, phones, video recorders, and voice recorders, all smashed to bits.Trying toscandalize Mr. Tyrone York in Emberbrook?

That was a death wish.Tyrone slipped into the clothes his assistant had brought him, as Rachelwailed before him, “Tyrone, I know, it must have been Quintessa who seduced you. Like father, likeson. Her mother was a mistress, and so is she. Just like that vile woman, that tramp, born to lure inmen. My brother should've never brought her back, should have let her die out there. I was so goodto her, and she repaid me like this. I must have been blind to not see how low and venomous shewas."Rachel was five years older than Quintessa and bore a slight resemblance to her. As Tyronelooked at Rachel spewing venom at Quintessa, he felt a deep revulsion. There was nothing abouther he could stand anymore.He used to think she was at least observant and obedient, and whenshe lied to others, claiming to be his fiancée, he couldn't be bothered to correct her. It saved himthe trouble, after all.But now, he saw her for what she was: as foolish was she, she still pretended tobe clever. Another glance would just sully his eyes.Tyrone’s hand shot out, gripping Rachel's chin, “Idon't make a habit of hitting women, but don't play smart with me. You're nothing compared toyour niece."Rachel gasped, “Tyrone."“Get lost.” Despite her unwillingness, Rachel dared not angerTyrone. She had schemed hard to become Tyrone's fiancée, a status she had reached with greatdifficulty. She could not let Quintessa ruin everything she had worked for.