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. Realizing that continuing in his footsteps would only lead to my demise, I decided to abandon the perilous life of espionage. I mourned him deeply, his loss marking the end of an era for me. In an attempt to escape my past, I relocated to a new city, adopted a new identity, and even deliberately got fat to avoid recognition. I buried Allison Miles, the deadly agent, and became Seraphina, an ordinary woman craving peace and love. It was during this time that I met Williams. For three and a half years, I lived a life so different from my past that it felt almost surreal. I was fat, weak, and content with the illusion of a loving marriage. But that illusion shattered spectacularly. Williams’s betrayal with my best friend, Jessica, was the final blow. I lost my baby in the aftermath of a harrowing accident, triggered by their heartless actions. Now, I was alone, divorced, broken, and bereaved, I realized how far I had fallen. But within that realization was a spark of the old fire that once defined me. The fat, weak Seraphina was a facade, a mask I could discard. The real me was still there, buried but not defeated. I stood in front of the nondescript building that housed the secret agents' hideout. From the outside, it looked like an abandoned warehouse, surrounded by overgrown weeds and a rusting chain-link fence. But I knew better. This was the place where I had trained, bled, and survived. A place that was designed to be invisible to the world. As I walked forward, I felt the hum of sophisticated security systems activate, invisible lasers scanning me from head to toe. A panel in the wall slid open, and a uniformed guard stepped out, his expression was of curiosity and suspicion. “Halt. What are you doing here?” he demanded, his voice authoritative. “How did you manage to find this place? It’s impossible to stumble upon this location even by accident.” I took a deep breath, meeting his gaze. “I used to be one of you,” I said firmly. “That’s how I found it.” The guard chuckled, a derisive sound that grated on my nerves. “You? One of us? Are you on drugs or something? Look at you.” I understood his skepticism. The fat, disheveled woman standing before him was a far cry from the sleek, powerful agent I once was. But I hadn’t come this far to be turned away. “I’m Allison Miles,” I said, my voice steady. “I used to be a top agent here.” His laughter sounded through the alley. “Allison Miles? That’s hilarious. Allison Miles was perfect in every aspect, unlike you.” Ignoring his taunts, I rattled off a series of codes, my words flowing in the cryptic language used only by the agency’s elite. “Delta-7, Bravo-3, Omega-12. Operation Nightfall. Cipher X-ray.” The guard’s laughter died abruptly, replaced by a look of astonishment. “Where did you learn that?” he asked, his tone now filled with respect and confusion. “I told you,” I replied. “I used to be one of you. And I need to see Viktor.” The guard’s eyes widened at the mention of Viktor, the agency's second-in-command. He hesitated, then spoke into his radio. Moments later, the heavy doors of the warehouse creaked open, and I was ushered inside. The interior buzzed with activity. Agents moved to and fro high-tech equipment lining the walls. But all eyes turned towards me, the unexpected visitor. The air was thick with curiosity and skepticism. The guard led me through a maze of corridors until we reached a heavily secured room. He knocked twice, then opened the door. Inside, Viktor sat at a large desk, his sharp eyes scrutinizing a stack of documents. He looked up as we entered, his gaze narrowing as it fell on me. “Who is this?” Viktor demanded. “She claims to know you, sir,” the guard replied, stepping aside. I took a deep breath, meeting Viktor’s piercing gaze. “It’s me,” I said softly. “Allison Miles.” Viktor’s eyes widened in recognition, then narrowed with suspicion. “Prove it.” “Operation Midnight Sun. You and I infiltrated the compound in Siberia. You had a scar on your left arm from the ice pick, and I saved your life when we were ambushed.” I recited a sequence of events, missions we had undertaken together, and details only someone intimately involved with the agency’s operations could know. Viktor’s expression softened slightly. “Allison,” he said, his voice laced with disbelief and relief. “What happened to you?” “I’ll explain everything,” I replied. “But first, I need your help.”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
Allison's POV. Peter Donovan’s curses rang out as he stumbled to his feet, clutching his jaw. “You bitch! I’m going to deal with you myself.” Before he could make another move, I was on him. I swept his legs out from under him with a swift kick, sending him crashing to the floor. I had my gun drawn and pressed firmly under his chin before he could react. His men reacted immediately, pointing their guns at me, their fingers twitching on the triggers. “Don’t even think about it,” I snarled, pushing the barrel harder against Peter’s throat. “I’ll kill him first before any of you have a chance to fire.” The tension in the air was thick. Peter’s men hesitated, confusion and fear building in their eyes. Peter himself was livid, his face red with anger and humiliation. “You bitch, let me go!” he spat. I didn’t budge. “Not a chance. I’m smarter than you think.” Peter struggled against my grip, but the cold steel of the gun pressed harder, and I saw the fear flicker in his eyes. “Pl