Chapter 15: What The Luck!!!!
Alexander stood frozen, his mind a whirlwind of confusion as he replayed the day's events. The Aurora he once knew—timid and unassuming—seemed like a distant memory. The woman before him exuded a refined, almost intimidating aura, her every move imbued with an elegance he had never associated with her. She felt like an entirely different person. Was this the real Aurora, long hidden beneath a façade, or had she become this cold and unyielding after that incident?
His thoughts darkened as his gaze sharpened. If she had dared to manipulate his grandfather with her once-soft demeanor, she was far more cunning than he'd ever imagined. A bitter scoff escaped his lips, though he said nothing aloud. With a final glare, he turned on his heel and strode away, his mind a storm of unanswered questions.
Aurora arrived at her mansion perched on the edge of the cliffs, the crashing waves below echoing the quiet resolve within her. She wasted no time, diving into her second detox session. The bath was a sanctuary, the warm water soothing the aches of a body that was no longer hers yet still carried the weight of a tormented past. Emerging refreshed, she wrapped herself in a robe and sank into the plush couch in the living room, the sprawling ocean view framing her like a portrait.
Picking up her phone, she snapped a picture of her divorce certificate. With a small, satisfied smirk, she sent it to Cassandra.
The reply came almost immediately, brimming with unabashed glee:
"Aurora! I didn't think you had it in you, but I'm so glad you proved me wrong! Divorcing that bastard is the best thing you've ever done. This is a moment to celebrate!"
Aurora stared at the message, a faint smile tugging at her lips. Cassandra's excitement was infectious, her joy radiating through the words. After a brief pause, Aurora typed a simple reply:
"When and where?"
The decision surprised even her. In her previous life as Luna, celebrations were a foreign concept. Sure, she had friends—or rather, loyal subordinates—but parties? Those were reserved for two grim occasions: somber farewells for fallen comrades or what she jokingly called "death parties," the twisted pleasure she took in hunting her enemies to their end.
But this was different. This wasn't about death or vengeance. It was about freedom, about stepping into a life she had never dared to imagine.
As she set her phone down, the faintest flicker of anticipation stirred within her. Perhaps, for the first time in either of her lives, she would learn what it meant to celebrate being alive.
Aurora stepped into her walk-in closet, the faint scent of the delicate aroma of luxury—notes of rich vanilla, warm amber, and a whisper of fresh jasmine intertwined with the faint musk of expensive leather. Her eyes settling on a black deep V-cut cami dress that hung gracefully on a velvet hanger. She slipped it on, the silky fabric draping her soft, curvy figure with ease. The plunging neckline, framed by the subtle folds of the draped collar, added a touch of daring elegance, while the chain detail sparkled faintly against her skin.
The crisscross back left a hint of her smooth shoulders exposed, and the ruched fabric hugged her in all the right places, celebrating her fuller figure rather than hiding it. Aurora glanced in the mirror, her reflection revealing the refined features. With a disciplined routine of exercise and a meticulously crafted diet, Aurora's transformation was well underway. The changes were undeniable—her figure was no longer the same as the 200-pound version the real Aurora left her. Though she still had more weight to lose before reaching her goal of a perfect, sculpted form, she had already shed enough to notice a significant difference.
The special pill she used worked wonders, detoxifying her body from years of accumulated poison while balancing her hormones. Combined with acupuncture treatments that meticulously flushed out layers of greasy toxins, her health and vitality seemed to renew with every session. The medicinal baths were equally miraculous, infusing her skin with a rejuvenated glow that made it appear soft and radiant.
Standing before the mirror, Aurora couldn't help but marvel at the reflection staring back at her. Her curves were becoming more defined, her face had slimmed down, and her complexion was luminous. The progress was undeniable, and for the first time, she felt the stirrings of pride.
Tilting her head, she smirked at herself and let out a playful whistle.
"Aha! Who is this stunning beauty? Oh wait—it's me!"
Luna, apart from her unparalleled genius, carried a touch of narcissism that was almost endearing. She had always admired her own beauty with unabashed confidence. Her slender figure, porcelain-white skin, and mesmerizing phoenix eyes gave her an ethereal allure, as though a goddess had descended to earth.
But beneath the divine facade lay a darker truth. To many, she wasn't an angel but a devil—a fallen one at that. Her beauty was as captivating as it was deceptive, masking the formidable force of a woman who could bring kingdoms to their knees with a single command. For those who crossed her, Luna was not a vision of grace but a harbinger of their doom.
A sleek Mustang Shelby came to a halt in front of a high-end club, its engine purring before quieting down. Aurora stepped out gracefully, her transformed aura turning heads even in the dim glow of the streetlights. Cassandra, already waiting, spotted her and rushed over, throwing her arms around her in an exuberant hug.
"Aurora, you're finally here!" Cassandra exclaimed, her excitement bubbling over. "And look at you—absolutely gorgeous! Ugh, I'm starting to envy you. No one's going to pay attention to me now," she added with a playful pout.
Aurora chuckled softly, tapping Cassandra on the forehead in response to her dramatics. The sight of Cassandra's jolly demeanor stirred an unexpected warmth in Aurora's heart. For all her teasing, Cassandra's joy was genuine, and Aurora could feel how deeply she cared.
"She's more thrilled about this divorce than I am," Aurora mused inwardly, a flicker of gratitude crossing her mind.
Cassandra's loyalty was unwavering, a stark contrast to the treacherous people Aurora—or rather, the original Aurora—had surrounded herself with. The real Aurora had never known how to discern true friends from foes, but Luna, in her place, recognized Cassandra for what she truly was: a rare gem in a world full of deceit.
As Aurora and Cassandra bypassed the line with Aurora's newly acquired premium membership, a venomous voice pierced the air from behind.
How can you let those losers through while we're still waiting? Are you giving special entry to sluts now? Or are they just servers here? Don't you have a separate door for people like them?"
The words dripped with malice, and several heads turned toward the commotion. Cassandra froze, her eyes widening in disbelief at the audacity, while Aurora stopped mid-step. A hush fell over the immediate area as all eyes shifted toward the accused "sluts."
Both turned around to find Sasha and Moxie glaring at them, surrounded by their group of friends. Sasha's eyes widened in disbelief as she noticed Aurora—her features had sharpened, and she appeared noticeably slimmer, more confident, and poised. Her surprise quickly turned into jealousy, and her mind raced, recalling her father's fury after receiving the court notice from Mr. Grifford, the top lawyer. "How could someone like Aurora afford him?" she thought bitterly, her anger seething as she locked eyes with Aurora again.
Cassandra, always the fiery one, opened her mouth to retort, but Aurora gently placed a hand on her arm, silencing her. With an elegance that seemed almost chilling, Aurora took a single step forward, her lips curving into a cold, amused smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.
Aurora's expression remained cold as her aura turned dangerous, her voice laced with disdain. "Special entry? Exactly. A privilege for those who can afford it. And as for servers? Even they have more dignity than you."
The crowd fell silent as Sasha's face flushed with humiliation. Aurora's gaze sharpened. "Didn't you learn your lesson last time?" she continued, her tone cutting. "Did the court notice not sink in? Scram!"
Before Sasha could respond, Aurora turned on her heels, her head held high. "Let's go," she said to Cassandra, leaving behind a seething Sasha and Moxie as they stepped into the club's private chambers.
Seeing Aurora's lack of response and her cold demeanor, Sasha and Moxie stood there, dumbfounded and seething with anger. The silence between them was thick, but then something seemed to click in Sasha's mind. A smirk crept across her face as she quickly pulled out her phone and typed a message, her fingers moving swiftly across the screen. She sent the message with a determined look, knowing that this time, she wouldn't let Aurora off so easily.