I continued to play my part, feigning a mix of annoyance and seduction as I leaned against Victor, waiting for the tension to ease. There were obstacles, but everything was still going according to plan; not that I had some fixed plan anyway. As the guards reluctantly stepped aside, he led me away, his presence as a shield against any further interference. With each step, I knew that this was getting more real. Once out of earshot, Victor turned to me, a smirk playing on his lips. “Looks like we’re free to go,” He said, his voice tinged with amusement. “You handle pressure quite well.” He seemed pleased. I forced a smile, masking the turmoil within. “Just part of the game,” I replied, my tone casual despite the turmoil brewing beneath the surface. We walked out of the club until we reached the parking area. “Damn, I want to f*ck you so bad,” He said to me as we walked to his car. But I did not want us to use his car, it could tracked. I did not want anything to lead back to me. “
Was I going to do this? Was I really going to do this? An image of Chris flashed in my mind and I could not help but feel a pang of pain his my chest. This would be the second time that I would be doing something like this. The first was with the CEO, and now it was with this mafia boss, or whoever he was. I did not like it. I did not like it at all. I just wanted to close my eyes and when I opened them, it’d all just be a dream. But in this case, a nightmare. “What are you waiting for?” A voice startled me, dragging me back to reality. I then noticed that it was Victor. “Wh–what?” I asked, still trying to process it all. “What are you doing? I told you to take off that dress, didn’t I?” He spoke in a tone that annoyed me. But as I said, I was on a mission, I could not let my emotions get in the way. I swallowed, proceeding to reach for the zipper for my dress. It was located on the right-hand side so it was much easier to undo myself. He watched me as I did, like a lion watchi
My heart raced as Victor’s eyes blazed with fury. I scrambled to my feet, clutching the razor tightly, my mind racing for an escape plan. Because how in the world was I going to fight this man who looked like he could lift ten times my weight in the gym.But before I could even take a step, Victor lunged at me with a ferocity that sent chills down my spine. I dodged his attack just in time, feeling the rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins. I was going to die!With trembling hands, I held up the razor defensively, ready to use it if necessary. This was so much different; so much chaotic than when I had to deal with the CEO. “You think you can betray me?” Victor’s voice was a menacing growl as he advanced towards me, his eyes glinting with malice. “You’re nothing but a worthless tramp!” His words stung, even though I knew that I was not who he had said I was. But the thing was, at this point, could I say I was not? In order to do Fallon’s bidding, I had to throw myself at me
Time seemed to stand still. Everything did as I plunged the razor forward with all the strength that I could muster. It found its mark, piercing Victor’s flesh with a sickening sound that made me nauseous. His eyes widened in shock and pain as he staggered backward, a crimson liquid gushing out of the wound. It seemed like he wanted to fight back but he could not bring himself to do that. For a moment, there was silence, broken only by the sound of our ragged breaths. Then, with a low groan, he collapsed to the ground, his lifeblood pooling around him. I stood there, trembling with a mixture of fear and adrenaline, unable to comprehend what I had just done. But as the reality of my actions sank in, a sense of grim satisfaction washed over me. I had done it. I had taken down the man who stood in the way of me doing Fallon’s bidding. It felt so good but also so awful. I was relieved, I would say that. This man could have easily killed me. So now, this was my second body count. I ha
The silence was loud as I stood there, waiting for my husband to say something; anything. My heart was thundering to the point that I think I could even hear it. My throat was dry and my breathing was heavy as I waited. Chris took a shaky breath, his hands trembling as he struggled to find the words. “I can’t believe I didn’t see it sooner,” He whispered, his voice choked with emotion. “I can’t believe I didn’t see who you really are.” My heart sank as I watched the pain and betrayal etched into every line of his face. I wanted to reach out to him, to explain, to beg for forgiveness. But I still did not know what he was talking about. I needed to be sure before I gave myself away. “What do you mean?” I managed to choke out, my voice barely above a whisper as I took a tentative step towards him. He turned away from me, his shoulders hunched with the weight of his sorrow. “I mean…I mean all of it,” He muttered, his voice heavy with accusation. “The lies, the secrets…the distance b
I did not want to keep holding onto the photographs, so I placed them back in the folder and gently put them down on the coffee table. Chris’s expression softened for a moment, confusion flickering in his eyes. “Then what is this?” He demanded, gesturing to the damning evidence spread out before us. I took a deep breath, gathering my courage to reveal the truth, no matter how damning it may be. Yes, I was not going to let my marriage fail because of Fallon, I had already lost my will and life. I could tell Chris the truth and tell him not to tell anyone. I’m sure he would do that for me. But was he going to forgive me for what I did with the CEO and Victor? Was he going to forgive me for selling my body and seducing them, just to end up killing them in the end?“Listen to me, please,” I began, my voice shaky but resolute. “I have been keeping secrets from you, but not the ones you think.” He folded his arms across his chest, skepticism plastered on his face. “Go on,” He said, his
Chris frowned, clearly not expecting my resistance. “Linda, I understand your hesitation, but we can’t keep living like this. We need to confront this situation head-on. If we have evidence, they’ll have to listen to us.” Yeah, it all made perfect sense on paper but that did not mean that it would work out in the real world. I had a huge feeling that Fallon had some power or at least, some influence over the police force. I mean, we were in China, but I had a feeling that she had the same if not twice as much influence back in the United States. I bit my lip, feeling torn between the fear of facing the consequences and the necessity of seeking justice. “I just…I’m afraid of what might happen,” I confessed. “You don't know Fallon like I do, she has me in the palm of her hand.” “She could have my parents killed in the blink of an eye. They’re not safe, even you; you’re not safe,” I continued. Chris reached out and took my hand, his touch offering a small comfort. Though he was tryi
I stirred from my slumber as the gentle rays of morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. Blinking away the remnants of sleep. I stretched, feeling the tension of the previous night’s unrest gradually melting away. I kind of felt well-rested. Maybe that was because I was. Either way, I needed it.The soft hum of the outside world drifted in through the open window, a soothing melody that filled the room with a sense of calm. Birds chirped in the distance, their cheerful song a welcome contrast to the quiet stillness of the morning. I glanced at the clock on the nightstand, the numbers reading that it was now almost noon. Wow, I had slept a while. A pang of guilt tugged at my conscience as I realized how late it was, but I pushed it aside, choosing instead to savor the rare moment of peace that enveloped me. Swinging my legs over the edge of the bed, I stretched once more, relishing the sensation of my muscles loosening and relaxing with ea