Night of Destiny

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?”

“I’m sorry, sir, but our boss told us she can’t be allowed inside.”

Since the host of this banquet banned Samantha, it had to mean there was something wrong with her. He only took her along because it was convenient. Unfortunately, he couldn’t vouch for her now and risk his reputation. “Sorry, Ms. Leiderman. You should go back now.”

“Hey, can you talk to them for a bit? I really want to go in, Samantha pleaded, holding Mr. Boston’s hand.

Mr. Boston pulled her aside and 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 left, leaving Samantha behind.

The reporters quickly snapped the scene. It was more than obvious that Samantha was denied entry. This was a good scoop.

Samantha stood facing the winds awkwardly. She bit her lip and was reminded of what Harmony said. I wonder if you can even get in. Her face contorted in rage. “You? Did you do this, you b*tch?” Samantha knew it was Harmony. She hooked up with Ezekiel and had to have told him to deny Samantha entry. Dammit. I spent a lot of money on this dress. If I can’t get in, I can’t show it off. She had to stoop and call Harmony for help.

Harmony 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, “Who is this?”

“It’s me, Samantha. Harmony, I’m sorry for saying all that to you. Can you please let me come in? I promise I won’t get in your way.”

Harmony was stunned. She didn’t think Samantha would beg for her mercy. Harmony sneered, “Why are you begging me? It’s funny you would think I’d help you.”

“I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. Please. I spent a hundred and fifty grand to rent this dress. I can’t waste that money. We used to be friends. Please let me in.” This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

Harmony was reminded of how Samantha tried to seduce Ezekiel earlier that morning. So, she quickly made up her mind and said coldly, “I won’t let you in because I don’t want to see you, Samantha.” Then, she hung up without another word.

Samantha felt herself going insane with fury as she cursed, “Damn that b*tch.”

The banquet was lavish. Resplendent. The clash between wealth and power happened everywhere. Jared, the heir apparent of the Presgraves, greeted all guests confidently. Ezekiel stood beside him. The two outstanding men attracted the ladies’ attention.

Harmony knew Ezekiel came from a rich and powerful family. Nonetheless, she had never known much of his family. She just knew he could get whatever he wanted with a snap of his fingers.