I woke up in a sterile white room, the antiseptic smell of the hospital filling my nostrils. My body ached all over, each movement sending sharp pains through me. The beeping of the machines was rhythmic and distant, like a heartbeat far away from my own. I blinked, trying to clear the fog from my mind, but the pain was a constant, relentless reminder of what had happened.
I tried to sit up, but my limbs feel heavy, weighed down by an unbearable sadness and physical agony. As I moved, I felt a dampness beneath me and looked down to see the sheet covers stained with blood. Panic surged through me, and my breath caught in my throat. The door creaked open, and a doctor entered, his expression neutral but his eyes betraying a hint of sorrow. He approached my bedside, his hands clasped in front of him. "Mrs. Luther," he began, his voice calm and measured, "how are you feeling?" I swallowed hard, my voice trembling as I spoke. "Doctor, my baby... Is my pregnancy okay?" His face fell slightly, and he shook his head. "I'm sorry," he said softly. "You lost the baby." "No," I whispered, the word catching in my throat. "No, no, it can't be..." The tears welled up, spilling over and streaming down my face. "Please, no..." The doctor sighed, his gaze filled with compassion. "We tried everything we could to save the baby, but the trauma from the accident was too severe. I'm truly sorry." A guttural cry tore from my chest, my body shivering uncontrollably as the reality of his words sank in. The pain was overwhelming, a crushing weight that seemed to suffocate me. My hands clutched at the sheets, the bloodstains a cruel reminder of what I had lost. I cried out, my sobs sounding in the room, a raw, primal sound of grief. My whole world had shattered in an instant. The baby I had carried, the life I had dreamed of, was gone. The betrayal of Williams and Jessica, the accident, and now this – it was too much to bear. The doctor stayed by my side, his presence a silent acknowledgment of my pain. But there was nothing he could say or do to take away the ache in my heart. My tears flowed freely, and I let myself drown in the sorrow, my cries filling the room as I mourned the loss of my child. In that moment, I felt utterly and completely broken, the weight of my grief pulling me into a darkness I feared I would never escape. Right after the doctor left, I was still crying, the raw pain of losing my baby consuming me, when the door opened again. My heart sank as Williams and Jessica walked in, their presence an added weight on my already shattered spirit. “How dare you show up here?” I spat, my voice cracking with grief and anger. Williams chuckled, his eyes cold. “You’re fat enough that you can barely carry yourself around and clumsy enough to get into an accident? Pathetic.” Jessica laughed, her voice like nails on a chalkboard. “Oh, poor thing,” she cooed, brushing Williams’s arm. “It must have been really bad for you, getting into an accident.” I cursed at them, my voice hoarse from crying. “You will regret this. Both of you.” Williams clapped his hands, and one of his servants rushed in carrying a file. The servant held it out to me, barely looking at my face. “These are divorce papers,” Williams said, his tone authoritative and cold. “Sign them. It’s over. I no longer want this marriage.” I stared at him, hurt and anger boiling within me, making my body tremble. I had lost our baby, after getting involved in an accident because of his betrayal, and now he was shoving divorce papers in my face? The depth of his cruelty was staggering. He couldn't even beg for forgiveness. Jessica, smirking, deliberately flaunted her curves in a tight dress, trying to make me feel even more insecure. But I clenched my jaw, refusing to give her the satisfaction. Williams’s power and wealth radiated off him, and the servants hovered around me with the pen and divorce documents, waiting for my compliance. I looked at the papers, my vision blurred by tears, and then back at Williams and Jessica. My mind hardened. I would not show them my hurt anymore; it only brought them joy. I refused to let them see my pain. “I’ll give you ten million dollars and two of my estates to compensate for all your pains,” Williams added, his tone almost bored like he would rather be anywhere else than here. I shook my head, my voice firm. “I don’t want anything from you.” Jessica scoffed and blinked incredulously. “You were broke and struggling before Williams pitied you, picked you from the gutters, and took you in. And now you’re rejecting his money and properties? Do you want to starve to death?” I didn’t respond to her. Instead, I met Williams’s gaze and said, “You want a divorce? Fine, I’ll give it to you.” Satisfaction flickered across Williams’s face, a twisted sense of victory in his eyes. With a trembling hand, I finally signed the divorce papers, feeling a cold finality settle over me. William's face broke into a triumphant smile as he collected the papers. "It's so sad we're ending this way," he said, feigning regret. "Nevertheless, I saw it coming." He then pulled Jessica close to him, his voice dripping with affection. "She is my ideal kind of woman. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted in a woman. Thanks to you, Seraphina, I found her." He pecked Jessica on the lips, and I felt a wave of disgust wash over me as I watched them. They thought they had won, standing there so smugly. I chuckled bitterly, the sound harsh and filled with contempt. "Get out," I ordered, pointing at the door. My voice was firm, even though my heart was breaking. Jessica smirked and added, "Lose some weight, Seraphina. You’re too fat for your own good. No man would want to keep someone like you." As William started to leave with Jessica, he turned back one last time, a cruel smirk on his lips. "It’s a shame you couldn’t be the woman I needed, Seraphina. But don’t worry, Jessica will take good care of everything from now on." Jessica, nestled against his side, looked at me with a triumphant gleam in her eyes. "Goodbye, Seraphina. Try not to eat yourself into oblivion." William chuckled, a low, mocking sound that rang in the room. "Remember, you brought this on yourself. You were never good enough." My heart shattered but my jaw slowly hardened. This was just the beginning of my return. As the door began to close, a fierce growl escaped my lips. "You will both regret this," I vowed, my voice trembling with fury and boldness. "I swear, you will regret everything you've done to me." William and Jessica paused, staring at each other for a moment before bursting into laughter. "You can barely help yourself," William scoffed. "How could you possibly make us regret anything when you have nothing?" Jessica added with a sneer, "Good luck with that, Seraphina." With those parting words, they finally left, their laughter sounding down the hallway. I stood there, my heart pounding, tears streaming down my face, but a new fire igniting within me. They had no idea what they had unleashed. This wasn’t the end of my story. Not by a long shot.It all started when I was a little girl. Taken in by my adopted father, I was trained to be a secret agent, not just for one government but for numerous covert organizations across the globe. My childhood was far from ordinary. Under his strict guidance, I mastered various martial arts, learned to survive in the harshest jungles, and perfected the art of adopting different personalities to extract vital information. Spying on high-profile targets and saving innocent lives were all in a day's work. I went through the worst of the worst, facing life-threatening dangers at every turn. Enemies were countless, each one desperate to eliminate me because I was one of the most powerful and skillful secret agents ever, despite my youth. I became a ghost, a deadly woman feared by those who trafficked in secrets and lies. My life took a devastating turn when my adopted father was killed in a bombing while trying to rescue hostages. His death shattered me, leaving me to face the world alone
Williams POV. The newly commenced national museum was busy with a lot of people and activities from all over the world. I walked alongside the Secretary of State, Robert Caldwell, a man whose influence could elevate Montgomery Enterprises to new heights. The museum, owned by the government, contained paintings and sculptures that held secrets and historical significance. The museum manager, a bespectacled man with a high tone, was guiding us through the exhibits. "This sculpture here," he said, pointing to a perfectly carved piece, "dates back to the 16th century and is said to contain hidden compartments used by spies of that era." "Fascinating," Caldwell murmured, his interest clearly piqued. I nodded absently, my attention divided. My phone buzzed incessantly in my pocket, Jessica's name flashing on the screen. I adjusted my tie for the umpteenth time, a clear sign of my impatience. "Get me a bottle of water," I ordered my P.A., who promptly scurried off to fulfill my req
Allison's POV. The first week in town was restless. My team, a unit of elite secret agents, was tasked with dismantling an international crime syndicate using high-profile museums as fronts for smuggling stolen artifacts. We had been briefed, geared up, and ready to strike. Our informant had pinpointed the heist location: the newly opened government museum. The museum, filled with valuable artifacts, was crowded with visitors. Under the guise of tourists, we blended in, assessing potential threats. The air was thick with tension as we walked through the grand hallways. The call came through our earpieces, Viktoh’s voice steady and authoritative: “It’s time.” With practiced precision, we walked through the museum, our eyes sharp, our movements calculated. As we approached the target area, I felt a surge of adrenaline as we removed our disguises and began to attack. We were closing in on the thieves, ready to intercept, when I saw him. Williams. For a moment, everyt
Williams POV. The first three months with Jessica was perfect. She was everything I thought I wanted: charming, beautiful, and ambitious. She worked in public relations, and together, we were the perfect power couple. Everywhere we went, people commented on how well we looked together. We toured the world, from Paris to Tokyo, and I lavished her with gifts, spending millions without a second thought. I treated her better than I had ever treated anyone, but that was before I saw her true colors. As that phase faded, Jessica's true nature emerged. She became clingy, her constant need for attention suffocating. She manipulated situations to her advantage, always wanting more control over my life and my decisions. Unlike Seraphina, who had been independent and strong, Jessica was like a black hole of neediness. But I told myself I had to deal with it. After all, I chose her over my wife. Every day turned into a nightmare. Jessica would show up at my office unannounced, demandin
Allison's POV It was a lazy Saturday morning, and I decided to blend into the world of the elite, just for the day. Dressed casually in a chic pair of jeans and a fitted blouse, I headed to one of the most exclusive boutiques in town. My purpose today wasn't just to shop, but to find the betrayer, Jessica. After seeing Williams, it hadn’t taken long for my old instincts to kick in. With Mia’s help—Mia, my loyal friend and fellow agent who had always had my back—we’d tracked Jessica down. Mia had hacked into the city’s camera network, observing Jessica and her convoy of cars driving out of their mansion and heading for a shopping spree. Mia was a tech genius. Ever since our early days in the agency, she’d been my eyes in the digital world, her hacking skills unparalleled. When I decided to come back to this city, she was the first person I contacted. Her loyalty and expertise were invaluable, especially now. Entering the boutique, I spotted her immediately. Jessica was flaunti
Allison's POV The manager swallowed hard, her eyes darting nervously between me and Jessica. She straightened up, suddenly unsure of how to proceed. "I... I didn’t realize," she stammered. "Please, let me see what I can do." Jessica, oblivious to the exchange, continued to glare at me. "What did you say to her?" she demanded, suspicion in her voice. I smiled, a cold, confident smile. "Nothing you need to worry about, Jessica." Her eyes narrowed, and for a moment, I thought she might recognize me. But the dark shades I wore kept my identity safe. She huffed in frustration, turning back to the manager. "Well? Are you going to sell me the dress or not?" The manager hesitated, clearly torn. She turned to the salesgirl. "Please, bring the dress to this lady," she said, pointing at me. "Right away." Jessica’s face twisted in fury. "What? How dare you! I offered more money!" The manager’s voice shook slightly. "I apologize, Miss Daniels, but this dress is now sold." Jessica’s
Williams POV. The boardroom was silent, a tension-filled silence as the quarterly projections were being discussed. My mind was deeply focused on the figures and strategies when suddenly, the door burst open. My P.A. stumbled in, looking like he had been in a brawl, his shirt untucked and his hair disheveled. Everything came to a halt. Irritation surged through me. “What’s the meaning of this?” I demanded, my tone sharp. “Sir, I-I’m sorry,” he stammered, trying to catch his breath. “I tried to tell her that you were busy, but she fought with me and pushed me out of the way.” Before he could finish, Jessica stormed in, her face red with fury, her cheeks swollen with several handprints which indicated that she was slapped to all hell and back. And her eyes, that were blazing. She was a sight—unhinged and furious. “I just received the biggest humiliation of my life!” she wailed at the top of her lungs. The men in the meeting shifted uncomfortably in their seats, clearly unsettle
Allison’s POV. The sound of conversations blended with the smooth, soulful jazz playing in the background, creating an atmosphere that was both relaxed and intimate. The bar wasn't populated, with only a few people scattered around, engaged in quiet conversation. My team and I occupied a cozy corner, a round table filled with drinks and laughter. Mia, always the life of the party, waved me over with a grin. "Allison, come on! You need to loosen up. Have a drink with us. It’ll calm your nerves." I shook my head, forcing a tight smile. "No thanks, Mia. I'm good." My focus remained on the dartboard, or rather, the picture of William I had pinned over it. His smug, deceitful face stared back at me, and my whole body shook with a hatred so intense it was almost obvious. As I took aim and threw another dart, the memory of that fateful night played in my mind like a broken record. I had gone to Jessica's house, unsuspecting, only to find William there, having sex with her. The betray