Chapter 221

In Chapter 220 of “Before Rain Touches Earth Memories Return With Gentle Warmth,” the tension escalates between Gemma and Zoey, with Mikhail stepping in as a protective figure for Gemma. Zoey confronts Mikhail with disdain, dismissing him as a mere gigolo and threatening him with security. However, Mikhail’s commanding presence and military background intimidate Zoey, causing her to retreat. This confrontation highlights the power dynamics at play, with Gemma feeling a mix of admiration and intrigue toward Mikhail as he stands up for her.
As the elevator doors close, Mikhail playfully teases Gemma about the potential fallout from sending revealing photos to her husband, Cassian. Instead of fear, Gemma expresses excitement at the thought of a divorce, revealing her desire for freedom from her current situation. Their banter showcases a growing connection between them, with Gemma confidently asserting her wishes for a new car, a Porsche 911 in red, which Mikhail humorously obliges. This light-hearted exchange contrasts sharply with the earlier confrontation, emphasizing Gemma’s evolving sense of agency.
However, the chapter takes a darker turn when Gemma encounters Zoey again at the office. Zoey’s taunts become increasingly personal and vicious, aimed at undermining Gemma’s self-worth and career. In a moment of rage, Gemma retaliates by slapping Zoey, asserting her boundaries and reclaiming her power. This act of defiance marks a significant turning point for Gemma, as she stands up against Zoey’s bullying and refuses to be a victim any longer.
On the other hand, Zoey’s perspective reveals her growing desperation after a shocking encounter with Mikhail, who is revealed to be the CEO of Dream International. Her confidence shatters when faced with the reality of her termination due to her unprofessional behavior. Despite her attempts to defend her reputation, Mikhail remains unwavering in his decision, leaving her feeling humiliated and vengeful. The chapter concludes with Zoey contemplating her next steps, torn between her pride and the need to seek help, underscoring the precariousness of her situation.
Overall, this chapter encapsulates themes of power, resilience, and the complexities of personal relationships, as both Gemma and Zoey navigate their struggles in a high-stakes environment. Each character’s emotional journey reflects their desires for control and recognition, setting the stage for further conflict and development in their intertwined lives.
**TITLE: Before Rain Touches Earth Memories Return With Gentle Warmth by Eli Dane Crest 220**
**Chapter 220**
**Gemma’s POV**
Zoey stands before Mikhail, her gaze sweeping over him with unmistakable contempt, as if he were a particularly unpleasant insect.
“Be cautious, darling, when you place your trust in your little gigolo. Men like him are only after one thing—your money. And if he believes for a second that he’ll see even a dime from this business again, he’s sorely mistaken. I’ll ensure that doesn’t happen.”
Before I can muster a response, Mikhail steps protectively in front of me, his arm stretched wide. He doesn’t utter a word; instead, he advances, his imposing figure commanding attention.
It’s not merely his towering height that intimidates her; it’s the undeniable authority that radiates from his military background, causing Zoey to falter and take a step back, nearly colliding with the wall behind her.
“You really think your threats have any effect on me? You should tread carefully, little girl. You’re in way over your head—”
Her face turns a furious shade of crimson. “W-What are you doing! D… don’t you dare come any closer! I’ll call security!”
In a panic, she spins around to her friend. “Haley, call the police! This man is disgusting!”
Mikhail tilts his head slightly, a mocking grin playing on his lips.
“More empty threats? Is that all you’ve got?”
Without sparing her another glance, he strides into the elevator after me. Leaning nonchalantly against the mirrored wall, his eyes glimmer with mischief, a playful spark that both unnerves and intrigues me.
“Tell me, Gemma… if I were to send those photos from the shoot to Cassian… what do you think his reaction would be? Perhaps a divorce?”
His question is posed lightly, almost humorously, yet I can sense the intensity in his gaze, searching for a flicker of panic in my expression.
“Divorce me?”
I echo his words innocently, allowing a smile to break through. “That would be just perfect!”
Mikhail’s surprise is evident, and I can’t help but fold my arms, leaning back against the elevator wall with newfound confidence.
“So, when are they planning to release those photos?”
He studies me for a moment as if I’m an unexpected riddle. “You seem a bit too excited.”
“I am!” I reply boldly, holding his gaze unwaveringly. “If those photos push him toward divorce, then you’ll be doing me a tremendous favor.”
A flicker of suspicion crosses his features; he had anticipated tears, but instead, I feel an exhilarating rush at the prospect of freedom.
The elevator dings, signaling our arrival in the parking garage.
I halt near the sleek lineup of cars, turning to Mikhail. “So, about that car you promised me.”
His expression shifts to one of disbelief. “Already impatient, are we?”
“So, about that car.”
He raises an eyebrow, a teasing glint in his eye. “Impatient, aren’t you?”
“You made a deal! I’m not letting you back out now.”
He chuckles softly, gesturing toward the dealership office across the lot.
“What’s your choice then?”
“A Porsche 911,” I declare without hesitation.
“What color?”
“The color, hmm…?” I tap my chin, pretending to ponder. “What would you—”
“Red,” he interjects before I can complete my thought.
I glance at him, amusement bubbling up at how quickly he offers his opinion. Red is undeniably bold, a statement that demands attention. I let the idea settle in my mind before nodding decisively. “Alright. Red it is.”
He nods in satisfaction. Later, as we return to the company, I stride toward the entrance, mentally compiling a list of tasks I need to tackle before leaving.
But just as I step inside, Zoey Hunter appears, blocking my path as if she had been lying in wait, ready to pounce like a cat on its prey.
Her eyes narrow, sharp and dangerous, as if they could slice through me if given the chance.
“Well, look who’s back! Enjoying the perks of selling yourself?”
“Get out of my way.”
She doesn’t budge, instead stepping closer, invading my space.
“Don’t act innocent. Is this how you work your way up? Snatching jobs that don’t belong to you, crawling your way into the spotlight? No wonder Cassian abandoned you. Who would want a greedy woman like you, always hungry for attention?”
“Watch your mouth, Zoey.”
She scoffs, tossing her hair back with an air of superiority.
“What? Did I strike a nerve? It’s a well-known fact that Cassian doesn’t care for you. How else would you suddenly get this job? You probably begged for it, kneeling down. And everyone knows you’re skilled when you get on your knees—”
That’s it; she has crossed the line. My patience snaps, and I raise my hand, delivering a sharp slap across her face that echoes in the hallway.
Her eyes widen in shock, her hand flying up to her reddened cheek.
I lean in close, my voice icy and laced with warning. “If you ever spread another rumor about me, I won’t stop at one slap. Consider this your final warning.”
With that, I straighten my posture and stride past her, determination fueling my steps.
**Zoey Hunter’s POV**
I storm down the hallway with Holly beside me, my chin held high, sunglasses shielding my irritation.
This is absolutely ridiculous. Termination over being late? They should be grateful I even agreed to take on their campaign.
I’m Zoey Hunter… one of Dream Entertainment’s premier models!
People practically beg for me to grace their shoots; who would be foolish enough to terminate me?
We arrive at the general manager’s office, and Holly knocks, inquiring about the new head of entertainment.
“We’re here to see Mr. Mikhail?”
Before we can enter, an assistant appears, her expression apologetic. “He’s very busy—”
A deep voice calls from inside, “Let them in.”
I lift my chin higher, a smirk curling my lips as I glance at Holly. Of course, he wouldn’t dare refuse me.
But the moment I step into the office, my world tilts on its axis. Sitting behind the grand desk is the last person I expected to see: the very man from the shoot.
For the first time, my confidence wavers.
“Mikhail…?” I blurt out before I can stop myself.
“That’s you?”
His fingers tap rhythmically on the armrest, a sign of his growing impatience.
“Surprised to see me here? You shouldn’t be; after all, you’ve stepped into my office. I am the CEO of Dream International.”
“You—?”
Holly recovers quickly, stepping forward with urgency. “Mr. Mikhail, there must be some misunderstanding. Zoey Hunter is Dream Entertainment’s star. Terminating her contract would be a loss for both sides.”
Mikhail’s gaze locks onto me, unyielding. “There is no misunderstanding.”
I force a smile, trying to mask my unease.
“Mr. Mikhail, perhaps you’ve acted impulsively. My reputation… my following, it benefits the company immensely.”
“Your reputation? The only thing I recall is you threatening me during the shoot. Is that your idea of professionalism? Didn’t you say you would ensure I never earn a penny? Then why are you so eager to profit for my company?”
My cheeks flush with embarrassment. “That—that was just a joke. Surely, you can’t take that seriously?”
“I don’t joke when it comes to business. And I don’t hire individuals whose presence I find disagreeable.”
Holly jumps in desperately. “Mr. Mikhail, Zoey Hunter is irreplaceable. Please, give her another chance—”
“Not interested.” His tone is final, merciless. “I simply don’t like her look. That’s all the reason I need.”
My nails dig into my palms, fury boiling within me. My look? My look is what made me famous. How dare he?!
He doesn’t offer any further explanations. “HR will send the termination contract. You can sign it on your way out.”
And just like that, he gestures to his assistant. We are dismissed, with no room for negotiation.
Holly tugs at my arm, whispering urgently, “Miss Hunter, let’s go.”
I stumble out of the office, my pride in tatters. Once outside the building, I yank my arm free, seething with rage. “He’ll regret this. I’ll make him regret this!”
Holly’s face is pale, her concern evident. “You’ve underestimated him. He’s not just anyone we can threaten; he’s the CEO. If he blocks you, things could become very difficult. Perhaps…”
She hesitates, then continues cautiously, “perhaps you should apologize to Gemma or turn to Cassian. He might still be able to help you.”
Apologize? To Gemma? I would rather chew on rusted nails. But the alternative is a career in ruins… I bite my lip, furious. How have I been pushed into this wretched corner?
In the aftermath of the confrontation, Gemma stands taller, her earlier anxieties transforming into a fierce resolve. The slap she delivered to Zoey was not merely an act of retaliation; it symbolized her reclaiming agency over her life, a powerful declaration that she would no longer be a victim of spiteful words or malicious intent. Mikhail’s protective demeanor and playful banter had ignited a spark within her, encouraging her to embrace her worth and pursue the life she desires. As she strides confidently past Zoey, the weight of past insecurities begins to lift, replaced by the exhilarating promise of freedom and self-determination. In that moment, Gemma realizes that the path ahead, though uncertain, is hers to navigate.
On the other hand, Zoey’s world crumbles as her arrogance meets the harsh reality of her situation. The abrupt termination of her contract leaves her grappling with the consequences of her actions, her confidence shattered by Mikhail’s ruthless dismissal. The facade of superiority she had carefully constructed begins to crack, revealing the vulnerability beneath. As she storms out of the office, the realization dawns on her that her past tactics of intimidation and disdain no longer hold power. With her reputation now at stake, the once untouchable Zoey is forced to confront the repercussions of her choices. In the face of adversity, she must decide whether to seek redemption or continue down a path of bitterness, setting the stage for a fierce battle between two women determined to redefine their narratives.
**What to Expect in Next Chapter?**
As tensions escalate, the stage is set for a fierce confrontation between Gemma and Zoey, each woman wielding their own form of power. In the next chapter, we can expect the fallout from Gemma’s bold slap to Zoey’s face to reverberate through their lives, igniting a battle that neither of them anticipated. With Mikhail now firmly in the mix as the CEO, his influence will undoubtedly complicate the dynamics between the two women. Will Gemma’s newfound confidence hold against Zoey’s relentless pursuit of revenge? Or will Zoey find a way to manipulate the situation to her advantage, leveraging her connections to undermine Gemma’s progress?
Moreover, the chapter promises to delve deeper into Mikhail’s character, revealing the complexities behind his seemingly ruthless decisions. What drives him to dismiss Zoey so harshly? As he and Gemma navigate their growing partnership, the stakes will rise, and we’ll witness how their alliance may be tested by external pressures and past grievances. With the promise of a new car and the potential for freedom looming on the horizon for Gemma, the question remains: can she truly break free from her past, or will Zoey’s vindictiveness pull her back into a web of deceit and betrayal?
Prepare for a whirlwind of emotions as hidden agendas unfold, alliances shift, and the battle for control intensifies. The next chapter will not only explore the power dynamics at play but also challenge the characters to confront their true desires and fears. As the rain threatens to touch the earth, will it cleanse the past or drown their hopes? The anticipation builds—stay tuned for the revelations that await!
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