The red wine swirled in your glass as you read the message again. “Room 201, Hella Hotel.”

A video followed—a shirtless man, working on his laptop. Your boyfriend. The same man you had supported, trusted, and lifted out of hardship. The man who had taken your money and used it to fund his mistress. Your grip on the phone tightened. He was still lying to you, unaware that his mistress had already betrayed him. You stood abruptly, exiting the club. The music faded behind thick doors, but the rage inside you only burned hotter. You needed a ride—fast.

Then, as if fate intervened, a sleek sports car pulled up. Without thinking, you strode over, tapping on the window. The driver—a young man named Lucian—rolled it down slowly, eyeing you with mild irritation.

“I need to go to Hella. How much do you want?” you asked, flashing the hotel address on your phone.

Lucian blinked. “Huh? I'm not a taxi driver, miss.”

“Money isn’t a problem. Help me, it’s hard to get a ride here.”

“Too bad,” he said, turning away. “My friend’s waiting inside.”

You clenched your jaw. Annoying. But you had no time for pride. “Tell them to wait. I’ll pay for their dinner.”

Lucian scoffed mockingly. “I’m not broke. What, rushing to sleep with some guy? Just book a cab yourself, miss.”

You snapped. “I'm going to catch my boyfriend cheating!”

Lucian stilled. His brows raised slightly before he exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “…Fine. Get in.”

The car roared to life, speeding through the city. You sat in silence. Lucian glanced at you through the rearview mirror, half joking half serious, hope to lighten your mood. “Ya know what? When we arrive, just stand outside the room and watch. I’ll be the one to handle them for ya.”

…

Not long after, the hotel loomed ahead. He parked and stepped out, he leaned against the car and opened the door for you, looking down at you. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

You hesitated. But Lucian just clicked his tongue. “Fine. Let’s go. Let’s end this once and for all.”