Nemesis Game

She ran away, as if someone was chasing after her.

Suddenly, she bumped into a pair of warm and broad arms, a faint breath lingering in her nose, and she almost shed tears.

Gabriel quickly held her. "What's the matter?" he asked with concern.

His voice was low and full of magnetism, caressing her heart like a spring breeze.

Samantha never felt that one could be so strong. When she was in the fire, her heart was broken, but now it was broken again.

She was very painful, which was much severe than disfigurement and abortion.

She clutched him by the collar with scarlet eyes.

"Gabriel, tell me. She asked in a hoarse voice, "Am I supposed to die?"

Looking at her with gentle eyes, Gabriel held her shaking shoulder with his broad palm.

"Don't be afraid," he comforted in a calm and low voice, "I will always be there for you no matter what happens."

Hearing his words, Samantha buried her face into his arms, regardless of the eyes of other people.

She was shaking and crying.

She once thought that she had been indestructible, and at least she would not so easy to express emotions.

But she was so naive.

A single word of Ruben could make her heartbroken again.

She was sent to hell in an instant by Ruben before she had time to enjoy the joy of tonight's victory.

How could he do that to her?

She had died in the fire, but he still had no pity for her.

She was unable to believe that he said to Peyton that she deserved it.

She was so painful with grievance and anger.

"Gabriel, how can they be so cruel to me? Am I supposed to die?"

Like a duckweed drifting in the deep sea, Samantha could only rely on Gabriel at this time.

They depended on each other, floating and sinking in the sea.

The man held up her face, which was now full of tears, and wiped her tears with his fingers cautiously.

"Don't be afraid. You're not alone anymore," he said, gazing into her with deep eyes.

Managing to control her emotion, Samantha nodded tearfully.

She always found herself to be coward.

With a heart that had been full of scars because of Ruben, she thought that she would be strong enough, but in fact, she still felt the pain when she was hurt. She was not as powerful as she imagined.

Gabriel helped her to the door to sit, told the driver to drive, and poured a glass of water for her.

He witnessed how Samantha came out of that nightmare step by step.

"Wait for me," Gabriel said, patting her on the head.

Samantha forced a smile.

It happened that Ruben and Peyton came out hand in hand.

Seeing Samantha's pale face, Peyton stepped forward to express her sympathy.

"Ms Powell, are you okay? You don't look very well. Is there anything I can help?"

Peyton didn't seem to be sincere.

Ignoring Ruben's sharp eyes, Samantha stood up to her feet as she didn't like to be looked down on.

Having kept the posture too long, which had caused blockage of blood circulation, the moment she managed to stand up, she fell to the ground.

"It seems that Ms Powell is really good at acting," Ruben said sarcastically, reaching for her wrist and holding her in time.

After coming to her senses, Samantha looked straight at him.

"Mr Knight, come on. Speaking of acting, Miss Moore is one of the best actresses. She's a famous actress. She's much better than me in acting." She tried to calm down and threw away the man's hand. Why was he doing this now since he could say such heartless words?

With a faltering, Ruben almost fell and he stood firm in time. "Ingrate!" he snapped.

Samantha suddenly felt dizzy. She held the post and sat down slowly, looking down at the man's exquisite high-grade black shoes, leaving traces on the post with her fingernails.

"I didn't ask Mr Knight to help me." Her voice was dull, with a chill.

The man answered coldly, "Did I flatter myself?"

Samantha looked up at him, who was covered with a layer of silver light under the bright moonlight.

She used to be obsessed with his face.

But how much she loved him before, how much she hated now.

The thought of abortion and fire made her want to dig out his heart.

She wanted to see if his heart was red.

Otherwise, how could he be so heartless?

For some reason, Samantha stared at him, tears welling up in her eyes suddenly.

The tears came suddenly.

She chocked in a hoarse voice, "Don't you care. It's none of your business."

After a while, she got up and went to the other side.

"Where's Gabriel?" she wondered.

Why didn't he come? She didn't feel like drinking water, and all she wanted was to leave the place in which she was depressed.

Ruben suddenly grabbed her wrist, looking at her with a straight eye. "Who are you?"

Hearing his words, Samantha was fixed to the spot and she slowly looked back at him, sneering, "Who am I? I am Helena of course. Can I not be Mrs Knight, the blind woman?" She smiled charming, which was full of playful glamour that Samantha never had.

Samantha could never be so unrestrained in front of Ruben.

He tightened the grip on her wrist, and his eyes were fixed on her with coldness.

"I didn't say you were her." His tone was gentle and quiet, devoid of any irritation.

Samantha was about to break away from him when Gabriel came from afar with the water cup.

"Helena."

Ruben was stunned and he let go of her suddenly.

Following the sound, Samantha looked over and met Gabriel's deep eyes.

She sighed at the bottom of her heart.

Gentle as Gabriel was, he always kept his countenance in other people's eyes.

Although their relationship was not true, she felt that she couldn't able to get with his affection.

"Mr Knight, you seem to be interested in my girlfriend. It is not good," said Gabriel who walked by and handed the water cup to Samantha.

He looked at Ruben with a smile on the corner of his lips in disdain.

"There is a good saying. What is your heart like and what the world you see is like. You're overthinking, Mr Baker... " Ruben responded with calm.

Gabriel found himself unable to refute him.

"Is that so? Then please stay away from my girlfriend, "Gabriel said coldly.

Ruben sneered, "You should take care of your woman."

With that he walked out of the hotel without waiting for their reply.

Peyton hurriedly followed up.

"We, it's time to go back," Gabriel said with gloomy eyes, seeing that Samantha's eyes were lingering on the back of Ruben.

Holding the cup tightly, Samantha replied, "OK."

What else was she still looking forward to?

She should have had no extravagance.

She didn't deserve it.

The next day, Peyton responded openly that her part was taken by someone else, which came directly on the headlines.

New star Helena replaces Peyton, the queen of movie.

What's more, it was said that Peyton was at the end of her wits so that she was replaced by the new one.

In short, the Internet was no longer all against Helena.

The song "Troubled Times", which she sang was spread on the Internet and went viral, although it was not officially released.

Samantha couldn't control the smile on her face, looking at the comments on social media.

"Helena's team is too mean to take the role of Peyton, and there's no way that she can replace her with a single song!"

"Helena's team has too many trolls. Why do they keep attacking Peyton? She might sing better than Peyton, but her character is way better than Helena's.

She will never succeed as an actress!"

"God, Peyton is the supporting role, while Helena is the leading role. Why doesn't she get away from the entertainment circle?"

"I feel sorry for Peyton. Helena, get away from the entertainment circle!"

"Since Helena is so mean to Peyton, let's resist her "Be Passionately Devoted"!"

"Let's not watch it..."

Peyton's fans launched an all-out attack on Peyton by leaving messages on social media because of today's news headlines.

Samantha read through roughly and threw the phone to one side.

"Helena, why don't you just close your accounts." Clara looked at her with concern.

Samantha gently pinched Clara's baby face. "Never mind. I will never be defeated by any troubles. Forget about it. From the day I entered the entertainment industry, I was psychologically prepared. "

"But many people suffer from severe depression due to the big pressure..." Clara opened and shut her mouth.

Samantha stood up with pleasure. "Who am I? I'm Samantha. What am I afraid of? My purpose is to take her role. They didn't say anything wrong.

Looking at Peyton's smiling face on the screen, she said hatefully, "Peyton, we're going to see some fun. One day, I will tear your hypocritical face down and let you have a great fall! What you owe me should be paid back. "☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐