Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny ( Quintessa and Tyrone )
Chapter 1

Chapter 1When the cops knocked on the door, Quintessa had just rolled out of bed where Tyronelay.The air was still thick with the scent of last night's steamy escapades, clothes strewn haphazardlyon the floor — a testament to the passion that had unfolded last night.The persistent fierce knock atthe hotel room door didn't faze her as she leisurely showered, slipped into her clothes, and appliedher makeup with the meticulousness of someone in her own apartment.Who was she? Quintessathe notorious, the ultimate femme fatale, always had to look dazzling, outshining everyone with herradiance.Tyrone, bare-chested, still bore the tell-tale crimson marks of Quintessa’s nails on his skin,a mottled pattern of desire. He lit a cigarette, “You know, if you ask nicely, I might just be able toshave a couple years off your sentence.

“Quintessa sauntered over, plucked the cigarette from his lips, took a drag, and then placed it backbetween his lips.Her slender hand playfully slapped his cheek, taunting him in a manner reminiscentof a flirtatious tease, “Mr. York, next time you go hunting for a lady, keep your eyes open. Don'tthink just because you're loaded, I can't outsmart you.”Indeed, the man she had bedded was heraunt's man, the dream of every woman in Emberbrook, the sole heir to York Financial Group —Tyrone York.His looks? Only those who'd seen him knew. His wealth? Perhaps even he couldn'tfathom.Otherwise, Quintessa wouldn't have been able to resist bonking him.Ranked as the city’smost coveted one-night stand, Tyrone had spent the previous night tangled in the sheets with her.Quintessa couldn't help but feel a sense of achievement; after all, not everyone could boast such aconquest.After that night, her verdict on the man? Rich and undeniably forceful. In every aspect,Tyrone had his pride.The police snarled outside, “Open up, or we're breaking down thedoor!"Quintessa, confident she looked presentable, turned to answer it, but Tyrone suddenlygrasped her wrist, “This is your last chance, Quintessa. Are you sure you don't want it?"His eyes,slightly upturned at the corners, his lips thin, nose sharp — he was the epitome of detached beauty,always wearing a smirk of nonchalant arrogance. Those eyes, no matter who they were fixed on,were cold and indifferent; seemed devoid of warmth or emotion.Quintessa raised an eyebrow,"What, got feelings for me now? Don't tell me you're planning to dump your fiancée to fool aroundwith me. Since when did the illustrious Mr. York become so sentimental?“His grip tightened in aninstant, nearly crushing her wrist, “You sleeping with me, all just to get back at the Youngfamily?”She blinked at him coquettishly, and then leaned in, her breath a whisper against his skin, “Islept with you because you're Rachel's man. Isn't that something you've known all along? Why theact of innocence?"From the moment she first saw Tyrone, she knew his heart was as cold as hisblood; he was prideful, looked down on everyone, including her aunt, Rachel Young. No one couldprobably catch his eye.Darkness clouded his gaze as he spat out, “You're despicable.”Her rosy lipscurved, “Indeed, and that's why you're hooked by me, aren't you?"With a thunderous crash, thedoor burst open and a motley crowd surged in — cops, reporters, and the Young family membersfrom the oldest to the youngest.Quintessa’s aunt Rachel stormed at her, hand raised, and delivereda stinging slap across her face, “Quintessa, you tramp! Do you realize this is my fiancé? Do you getit? He's supposed to be your future uncle-in-law, and here you are seducing him! Have you noshame?"Tears streamed down Rachel's face, her visage a portrait of sorrow that could softenpeople's heart.Quintessa licked her split lip, tasting the metallic tang of blood. She glanced at thefrenzied reporters, their cameras clicking like crazed crickets, and sneered. And then, in a swiftmove, she wrapped her arms around Tyrone's neck and kissed him passionately. The crowd gaspedand murmured as the cameras captured the scandalous moment.Tyrone hesitated, fully aware ofwhat Quintessa was doing. He should have pushed her away, should have slapped her for thisbrazen act, but, damn it all, he didn't. Instead he responded, wrapping his arms around herwaist.Her waist was so slender; it was as if she had no bones at all. His brain, his body — they bothremembered all too well how she moved, like a siren’s call. After a heated kiss, Quintessa releasedTyrone and looked up at Rachel, saying, “That's right. I'm shameless. I deliberately slept with yourman. What are you going to do about it?"The crowd was aghast.A mistress caught in the act shouldbe running for cover, humiliated, shouldnt she? But this woman, she was brazenly defiant, kissingher future uncle-in-law right in front of her aunt. Truly, there was no limit to her audacity!Rachel wasso shocked she forgot to cry, her trembling finger pointed at Quintessa.Finally, a sympathetic policeofficer stepped forward and uttered, "Quintessa, you're under arrest for embezzlement and assault.Please, come with us.

“Quintessa cooperated, extending her hands for the cold handcuffs that strangely complementedher wrists with a twisted beauty.As the police escorted Quintessa out, she paused by Rachel,whispering in her ear, “You had the gall to play me, so I slept with your man. Let's see who gets thelast laugh.”"Rachel’s face instantly went pale.The night before, she had plotted against Quintessa,drugged her, hoping she'd get addicted to drugs and then be defiled by some street thugs, all to beexposed by the media. Her whole life would be ruined totally.But somehow, Quintessa had turnedthe tables and ended up bonking Rachel's own fiancé. Rachel gritted her teeth with utter venom.Atthe guest room door, Quintessa saw her father Sean, her stepmother, and her half-brother. Theywatched silently as she was taken away, their faces barely concealing their schadenfreude. Withinthe same family, Quintessa was the thorn they all wished to pluck Embezzlement, assault — theseaccusations were the filth her family had splashed upon her.A malicious glint flashing in her eye,Quintessa addressed her father, “Dad, don't forget to visit. I've got something you want, and if youdon't show, I might just toss it. Who knows who'll pick it up then.”Sean’s face twisted into a mask ofdisgust, “I'm so disappointed in you; I never imagined it would come to this. I thought I'd give you achance to intern at the company after graduation, but your greed knows no bounds. You had theaudacity to embezzle funds. Who gave you such courage? Even now, with your back against thewall, you show no remorse. How did our family ever produce a black sheep like you?"Quintessasneered, “Disappointed?

You haven't seen true despair yet."A police officer nudged Quintessa from behind, “Quit draggingyour feet; let's move.”In the end, Quintessa left her father with meaningful words, “Dad, rememberwhat I said. Time is running out."Tyrone impassively watched Quintessa being led away, herdemeanor unshaken in the face of doom, a wild recklessness that cared for nothing. A monster mustdwell in that woman's heart.”Quintessa’s been caught! She's been caught in an affair! She's headedto jail!"“Quintessa of Emberbrook, the notorious rich girl, has finally played her last hand!"Thereporters Rachel had called were ecstatic to the point of madness.“Quintessa, the second daughterof the Young family of Emberbrook, was caught in bed with her own uncle-in-law, and that adultererwas none other than Tyrone.”"Who's Tyrone? There isn't a man in all of Emberbrook handsomer orwealthier than Tyrone.”"If this news breaks, it will dominate the headlines in a heartbeat, a juicy taleof feuds and entanglements within the halls of the wealthy.”But the reporters’ excitement was short-lived, cut off by the York family's bodyguards.The explosive story was suppressed thoroughly; by thetime they emerged again, the faces of those with the scoop were ashen, their cameras, phones,video recorders, and voice recorders, all smashed to bits. Trying to scandalize Mr. Tyrone York inEmberbrook? That was a death wish.Tyrone slipped into the clothes his assistant had brought him,as Rachel wailed before him, “Tyrone, I know, it must have been Quintessa who seduced you. Likefather, like son. Her mother was a mistress, and so is she. Just like that vile woman, that tramp, bornto lure in men. My brother should've never brought her back, should have let her die out there. Iwas so good to her, and she repaid me like this. I must have been blind to not see how low andvenomous she was.Rachel was five years older than Quintessa and bore a slight resemblance toher. As Tyrone looked at Rachel spewing venom at Quintessa, he felt a deep revulsion.

There was nothing about her he could stand anymore.He used to think she was at least observantand obedient, and when she lied to others, claiming to be his fiancée, he couldn't be bothered tocorrect her. It saved him the trouble, after all.But now, he saw her for what she was: as foolish wasshe, she still pretended to be clever. Another glance would just sully his eyes.Tyrone’s hand shot out,gripping Rachel's chin, “I don't make a habit of hitting women, but don't play smart with me. You'renothing compared to your niece.”Rachel gasped, “Tyrone."“Get lost."Despite her unwillingness,Rachel dared not anger Tyrone. She had schemed hard to become Tyrone's fiancée, a status she hadreached with great difficulty. She could not let Quintessa ruin everything she had worked for.