She's a Screamer.

"Hey. Is everything okay?" Liam, who was shocked to see her hastily sniffle as she tried to wipe her face before he could see her looking this pathetic or anything less than the heartless beauty she was.

"I don't need your pity." Charlotte replied in a soft voice that caused Liam to remember the lovely Charlotte he once knew and hadn't seen in her since their marriage.

"That wasn't pity…but like always, you always know what's good for you, and who isn't, so I'll make myself useful and go wait in the car with Ben." Liam said with less empathy than earlier as he walked away from her.

"Wait!" Charlotte firmly replied to his fleeing footsteps.

What was she going to say this time? Liam, for once, wasn't concerned in the slightest, and didn't drown in the uncertainty.

"Hold my hand, and let's walk out together." Charlotte said with an angelic face that could have fooled the devil.

"Iuughhh. I thought you didn't want us to be seen together?!" Liam said after letting out a bold scoff.

Maybe..but I've changed my mind, and you'll do as I say." Charlotte said with her default cold-faced, condescending countenance which Liam gave in to.

Hand in hand, but with only thoughts of resentment and anger brushing as ghosts between them, they headed for the exit.

The club was all up in a high thrill with musical uproar and sexual-urges hormones revolting in their bodies, and maybe a bit in Liam's, too.

As they got out through the exit and walked towards where Ben had earlier dropped them, he pulled over beside them and Liam opened the door for Charlotte to enter before him.

"How was the night, ma'am?" Ben innocently asked as he looked backwards to catch her expression.

Charlotte said nothing. She was in a bubble of her own. She was hurt.

How hurt could the devil's daughter possibly be?

She wasn't really bruised because Kendall owned the club or made her feel less than she felt she was, she was hurt because it threw her off her superficial cliff into the furnace of her worst and shanty memories.

Charlotte hadn't always had this life of affluence, she fought her way to the top, and maybe fucked a little, too. It was fierce and she wanted to forget so desperately the poor and miserable life she was coming from.

Memories are flames that hardly die, and Charlotte had always taken refuge in her position and wealth, but this one time, her defences had come crashing down.

After Liam left her for California, she was alone through senior class in high school, and it was an hellish experience for her as she didn't ever fit in.

More than pity, she hated how she was treated as cow's dung by the ultra wealthy kids in the school.

Seated in her limo, her eyes were not fixed on her smartphone, or obsessing over the little detail the photographer got wrong, or the flaws of her employees, or being the narcissist she was. In this moment, she was silent.

A few minutes away from their apartment and she still hadn't said a word, so Liam, full of what felt like confidence, after all, he'd just made out with the hottest and most gorgeous girl he'd ever seen, hacked his throat irritatingly to get a response from Charlotte.

"Bitch, why don't you say that to me now?!" Charlotte screamed so hard the glass windows squealed in fear. Liam shook and instantly withdrew whatever attempt he was cooking in his mind to help her.

"What the fuck was this about?" Liam thought to himself.

"Hha ahhh Ahh!" Charlotte exploded into a sinister laugh that felt like a horror freakshow to Liam and to Ben who looked at her through the front mirror with a face of concern as though he was about to ditch the vehicle.

"What was she on? Coke?" Ben thought to himself as his heart raced in constant anticipation of her next outrageous yell.

"What wasn't she on? Did she skip her pills?" Liam thought to himself as he looked at her from the corner of his eyes afraid of what she might do to him or to herself.

"You know, Mirabel was a bitch. She called me a flaw in the pyramid of life and told me I was better off in the Reserves of Africa as a white, worthless mammal." Charlotte said with a voice that sounded a lot less like her without keeping any exact eye contact with Liam whose legs were shaking in fear of their own accord.

Was this a perfect example of hurt people hurt people?

Sadly, as karma would have it, Charlotte didn't turn out to be less of Mirabel. If anything, she definitely outclassed Mirabel in the outfit of being condescending, and here she was seeking pity or whatever the fuck she craved and Liam wasn't about to satisfy that.