Chapter 26 – Lana POV
After the scandal, I went straight to my apartment. The first thing I grabbed wasn't my phone, or even my dignity—it was a glass of whisky. I sat there, on the floor of my living room, legs folded against my chest, swirling the amber liquid in circles, staring into nothing.
And then… I started singing.
"Bluebell."
The song from my last album. The one that meant everything to me.
The one that was never just a song, but a cry no one ever heard.
I sang softly:
"I was alone like always
Holding a whisky glass
Looking at the sky
And I saw you with another
Smiling to her…
You never smiled at me that way…
I was a bluebell lost in the woods…
Pretty, but savage. Is that why you never loved me?
I was a bluebell in the woods.
Why did your green eyes never meet my blue ones?
Because I was just…
A bluebell in the woods."
My voice cracked halfway. And then I cried—really cried.
I wrapped my arms around my legs like a lost child. Money. Fame. Power.
I had it all.
Except the one thing I wanted—to be chosen. By someone. By anyone.
Jason never chose me. My father never really chose me either. Even now, I could feel it. His disappointment hanging over me like a shadow. Even Julia—Julia, of all people—he treated her better than me.
And Jason…
Jason, the man I'd loved for years.
The man I used to date. Now dating that Letty.
Who the hell even was she?
Me? Lana Kensington? The glamorous one? The star? the celebrity ? .
I'd thrown it all away…
My career. My name. Everything.
Because of Scarlett. Because of Julia.
Everything was ruined. Wasn't it?
The door burst open.
— "YOU'RE STILL DRINKING?!" my father's voice thundered through the apartment. Harold Kensington, the great businessman. My dad. The man I could never impress. The man I always tried to win over.
He stormed in, his expensive shoes echoing sharply against the floor.
— "Do you know how many calls I've gotten today?!"
I wiped my tears, but they just kept coming. I couldn't breathe.
— "At first, I thought—same old Lana. Partying. Cheating. The usual. But no… surprise! HAROLD! YOUR DAUGHTER IS A BULLY. A violent one!"
He scoffed, almost laughing, but there was nothing funny about the disgust in his eyes.
— "Do you know what this means for a celebrity career? Are you even human, Lana? Did I raise a MONSTER?"
That word hit harder than the slap that didn't come.
— "Your mother—your beautiful, kind, perfect mother—she was an angel. She would've been ashamed of you."
That broke me. Worse than anything else.
He was right. I didn't deserve her.
I stared at him, helpless, broken.
And then—
SMASH.
He punched the wall with his fist. His knuckles were bleeding, dripping onto the floor like everything in my life dripping away, too fast for me to grab onto.
I tried to reach for him, desperate.
— "Dad… please… please don't leave me. I have no one but you. Please. Forgive me, I'm sorry—please—"
I crawled to him, grabbing his hand, hugging him like a child desperate not to be abandoned again.
But he yanked his hand back violently, and I tumbled backward onto the cold, hard floor.
His voice broke, but it was filled with finality.
— "I helped you. God, I tried to help you. And when you came begging for Farland's address, I told you no. I KNEW you would ruin everything. But you didn't listen."
He looked at me like I was a stranger.
— "You didn't just ruin your life, Lana—you ruined mine. You ruined Elly's life. A single mother, FIRED, because of you. And guess what? The police called. You have an appointment with them tomorrow. Congratulations, Lana. You finally destroyed everything."
He turned toward the door, blood still dripping from his knuckles.
— "I already called my lawyer. You'll need him."
And then he was gone.
The door slammed so hard I thought it might break too. Like everything else in my life.
The apartment was silent, except for my own sobs.
But the worst part?
The part that scared me the most?
Even after all this…
I wasn't done yet.
Lana Kensington wasn't finished.