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Mae had secrets.
Secrets that nobody who was involved in her lavish or even real-life knew.
She had these urges. Ever since her mother died, it started.
She started getting rageful, furious, livid.
She had bloodlust.
She didn't know from where or from what, but for whatever reason, she had to urge to kill every fucking jerk who resembled her father or did the same shit as him.
It didn't happen often. But when it did, Mae couldn't stop it.
The red lipstick painted her lips, the creamy product, giving them an even fuller look than usual. She wanted to look good tonight. Well, she had to. Investors came for one reason, and one reason only, to get closer to the princess of the east side and fuck their way to the top.
Or that's what Mae has them believe.
She knows the tactics of these men, even women, before she even started in this game. She's been to many galas, investor parties, family gatherings to know their tactics and how they use them.
And one thing they don't know is that Mae had her own strategy, something that everyone wanted but also loathed. Her beauty and the thought of investors getting a new brand deal and getting to fuck Ms. Dubios make them hard with new opportunities.
