Chapter 3

Jessica's POV

 

Zander pinned me down and tore frantically at my clothes. I struggled desperately.

But my strength was no match for Zander's. Besides, he was agitated at that moment.

Looking into his cold and fierce eyes, my struggling movements stopped.

A moment later, a sharp pain came from my lower abdomen.

He entered me without any foreplay.

 

"Boring," Zander said as he got up from bed.

I lay motionless, staring at the ceiling in disbelief.

Zander stared at me for a moment, then turned and left. Then I heard the sound of a shower.

I could feel my love for Zander leaving my body with every breath I took.

I just lay there, my mental and physical exhaustion putting me to sleep.

 

The next day.

I opened my eyes and noticed that I was covered with a blanket. I was the only one in the bedroom.

I sat up and forced my aching body to take a shower.

Warm water flowed over my body, warming it. But my heart was cold.

 

I pulled out my makeup and gave myself a delicate look.

I rummaged through my suitcase and pulled out a dress from the innermost part.

It was an exclusive Hermes limited edition, with a bright red and yellow color scheme. The delicate cut accentuated my figure.

This wasn't a dress Zander had given me, this was my own.

I pulled out my cell phone and dialed a number.

The phone rang twice and was answered immediately.

 

"Good morning, Ms. Riddle, at your service."

A cold, magnetic man's voice came from the other side of the phone.

I picked up the phone and looked at myself in the mirror. I smiled faintly.

"Lucas, bring someone to the lake house in twenty minutes to help me pack," I said.

Twenty minutes later, Lucas showed up at the door with five men in black suits.

I smiled slightly and pointed in the direction of the bedroom, "Pack everything in this villa that belongs to me. Remember, everything."

"Yes, Ms. Riddle." The crowd replied in unison.

Then they began to go in and out of each room, wearing white gloves.

 

I sat on the couch and watched them quietly.

I lowered my head to look at the diamond ring on my ring finger and smiled before removing it.

My last name wasn't Wyatt, actually. My real father was Justin Riddle. He was the head of one of the three largest Mafia groups.

Many years ago, my father led the transformation of the entire Mafia group into a legitimate company. To avoid retaliation from his enemies, he entrusted me to his former underling, Johnny Wyatt.

Johnny took care of me by marrying a woman who lived alone with her son.

But he had no children of his own.

 

My father's company was going well.

By the time he wanted to pick me up, I knew Zander.

So I refused my father's arrangement.

I wanted to be with Zander.

I continued to live as Johnny's daughter until now.

I thought I was happy, but I was 100% wrong.

"Ms. Riddle, we packed everything up," Lucas said as he walked up to me and leaned over.

I stood up and nodded at him and said, "Let's go."

With that, I left the home I had lived in for five years, without looking back.

 

As I walked out of the mansion, a black Rolls Royce pulled up in front of me.

The phone rang as soon as I got in.

"You finally figured it out?" My father's pleasant voice came from the other end.

I said calmly, "Yes, I've decided to get a divorce."

"Oh, that surprised me. What's your plan?"

"I think the Riddle Group needs to get ready for a female leader," I said confidently.

Justin smiled, "Indeed my daughter. But first, you need to pass a test. One of our branches is bidding on a project. Originally, a deal was struck. But they suddenly defaulted on the contract. We knew that they wanted to give the project to another company. So I need you to get this project back.

 

When I hung up, I said to Lucas, "Send me the information about Company A. Then make an appointment to meet with him, ASAP".

Having said that, I opened my laptop and heard Lucas start the call.

I checked the contract and the information thoroughly.

A short time later, the car pulled up in front of a cafe.

Lucas opened the car door for me, "The head of Company A is named Tommy and he just finished talking to other clients. He can give us twenty minutes."

"That's enough." I smiled and got out of the car.

Lucas opened the door. I stepped inside.

"Tommy, I'm the Program Manager at Alpha, my name is Jessica," I said with a smile as I held out my hand and looked at Tommy.

Tommy sat down on the couch. He didn't want to shake my hand at all.

 

He said impatiently, "What's the matter? Hurry up, I'm busy."

"About our cooperation ......"

"We didn't sign any contract. We can find any company we want to cooperate with, don't bother me anymore." Tommy interrupted me impatiently.

"But we've already agreed to cooperate before. I wonder what's the reason?" I didn't get angry and asked calmly.

"As you said, we just AGREED, not signed a contract. We have the right to choose a better company. This kind of cooperation is all two-way, do you want to force us to agree?" Tommy said and tried to leave.

I opened my purse and pulled out a pistol, carefully placing it on the table.

"What, what are you doing?!" Tommy was so scared that he immediately took two steps back.

"Are you scared? This is Los Angeles. Don't worry, I'm not going to do anything." I leaned back in my chair, looked at Tommy, and continued, "Of course, I know that working with the company is a two-way street. I just wanted to continue our cooperation. I think you'd do the right thing for your mother, your 8-year-old son, and your 12-year-old daughter, wouldn't you?"

I look at the horrified Tommy and smile.