Allison's POV.Williams lay beside me, his fingers lightly tracing patterns on my skin. The intimacy we had just shared left a warmth, but as he began to speak, the reality of our situation crashed back down."Allison," he started, his voice soft yet hopeful, "can we give us another chance? I still love you. I always have."I felt a jolt of reality surge through me, dispelling the haze of passion. The weight of what we'd just done pressed down on me, and I suddenly felt exposed, vulnerable. I disentangled myself from his embrace, sitting up and reaching for my clothes."We can't," I said, trying to keep my voice steady as I pulled on my underwear and trousers.Williams looked bewildered, sitting up and reaching for me. "But we just got intimate. You let me in, Allison."I shook my head, slipping my bra on and reaching for my shirt. "It was just sex, Williams. I can get it anywhere I want. It was nothing."His face fell, the pain in his eyes cutting deep. "Nothing? You can't be serious
Williams POV.Earlier.I tried to focus on the meeting, but the sharp edge of the conference room felt dull compared to the things in my mind. My team was discussing the upcoming merger—an important deal that could shift the company's trajectory—but my thoughts kept drifting to Allison. The room was filled with business talk, but it was like background noise to the intense replay of last night.Jonathan, my PA, was speaking about the final adjustments needed for the merger presentation. I could see his lips moving, but all I could think about was how Allison had felt beneath me, her breath hot and fast against my skin. The way she moved on top of me, how she held me with such urgency, as if it was the last thing she’d ever need. It was an emotional storm—one moment I was holding her, the next, her words cut through me like a blade.“Mr. Luther?” Jonathan’s voice cut through my fog. “sir!”I blinked, realizing he’d nearly shouted my name. The room was suddenly too bright, too loud. E
Allison's POV.PresentI stared at the message for a long moment, my heart pounding. Did I want to talk to him? Did I want to confront the feelings that had resurfaced? I didn't know, but I also couldn't avoid him forever.Taking a deep breath, I replied, "Okay. When and where?"His response was immediate. "Tonight, my place. 8 PM."I hesitated, my finger hovering over the screen. But I knew I had to face him, to face whatever this was between us. "I'll be there," I typed, hitting send before I could change my mind.I tried to focus on work, but my thoughts kept drifting back to Williams. By the time evening rolled around, I was a bundle of nerves. I changed into something casual but nice, trying to strike a balance between looking put-together and not seeming like I was trying too hard.As I drove to Williams' place, my mind raced with a thousand thoughts. What would he say? How would I react? Would we end up fighting again, or would we find some sort of resolution? The latter was ne
Jessica's POV. The air was thick with tension as I stormed into the office. The man I’d hired—whose name I still didn’t care to remember—was lounging behind a desk cluttered with papers and half-empty coffee cups. His demeanor was annoyingly casual, given the magnitude of the job he was supposed to be handling. “Why the hell hasn’t this been done yet?” I demanded, my voice sharp enough to cut through glass. “It’s been a month and two weeks since I paid you $500,000 to eliminate Allison Miles. I expect results, not excuses!” He looked up from his desk with an air of indifference that only fueled my rage. “Jessica, relax,” he said calmly, “Allison Miles is no ordinary woman. You don’t just sweep her out of the way without proper planning. I’m still monitoring her to strike at the perfect time.” I slammed my hand against the desk, the force of it making the papers flutter. “Chill? I paid you a fortune for this, and you’re dragging your feet! If you can’t do the job, I want my mone
Allison's POV.I wiped away the last of my tears. My heart ached from the ordeal with Williams, the raw intensity of our time together lingering in my thoughts. But there was no time to dwell on it. I had a new target, someone who had played a part in my past pain and betrayal. Jessica.Jessica, with her beauty and cunning, had wormed her way into the upper echelons of society, using her charm and savvy communication skills to make powerful connections. But beneath her polished exterior was a ruthless opportunist, and it was time she faced the consequences of her actions.Day 1 of my mission began with a calculated move to shake her foundation. I needed to rattle her, to instill a fear that would gnaw at her, make her doubt every shadow and whisper.I picked up the burner phone and dialed her number, masking my voice with a voice modulator to ensure she wouldn't recognize me. The phone rang twice before she answered."Hello?" Her voice was clipped, impatient."Jessica," I said, my to
Allison's POV.The following day, I positioned myself at a café across the street from Jessica's office building, blending in with the morning crowd. Disguised in a simple outfit with a hat and sunglasses, I could watch without drawing attention. My plan was already set in motion, and I waited with cold anticipation for the next phase to unfold.Inside Jessica's office, her colleagues were going about their day, unaware of the storm about to hit. Jessica herself was in a meeting with several executives, discussing an upcoming public relations campaign. Her confidence, though shaken from the night before, had mostly returned. She believed the threats were over, just a bad dream.Suddenly, there was a commotion outside the conference room. Jessica's assistant burst in, her face pale and eyes wide. "Jessica, you need to come out here. Now."Jessica frowned, irritated by the interruption. "I'm in the middle of a meeting. This better be important.""It is," the assistant insisted, her vo
Allison's POV.The satisfaction of watching Jessica crumble had been a sweet yet fleeting victory. But it wasn't enough. I wanted to ensure her ruin was absolute, that every piece of her carefully constructed world fell apart. The final step in my plan was both the most audacious and the most personal. I had devised a scheme so perfect and devastating that it would obliterate everything Jessica had worked for. This time, I had enlisted the help of a brilliant but ruthless hacker and a few loyal allies who specialized in psychological warfare. Our target: Jessica’s highly esteemed charity gala—an event she had carefully planned and was set to host in a week. The night before the gala, I put on my most perfect disguise: a sophisticated masquerade mask and an elegant gown that would blend seamlessly with the high-society crowd. My team and I had worked tirelessly to infiltrate the event, ensuring every detail was perfectly executed. We were about to deliver the most significant blow y
Allison's POV.The next day.We parked the bus along the edge of a secluded riverbank. Mia, another girl from our team, Jen, and I set up a small picnic outside the bus. We had been traveling for days, seeking some respite from the intensity of the recent events.As we sat on the grass, munching on sandwiches and sipping from our thermoses, the night air was filled with a peaceful stillness. It was an opposite to the chaos we had left behind. The quiet gave me a moment to reflect, and I found myself staring at the gentle flow of the river, lost in thought.Mia broke the silence. "So, Allison, now that you've taken your revenge on both Williams and Jessica, what’s next for you? How do you plan to live your life?"I sighed, contemplating her question. "You know, Mia, I've been thinking a lot about that. Revenge has driven me for so long, it feels strange to be free of that burden. But now, I want to focus on living life on my own terms. I want to continue working as an espionage agent,