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 request. "The detail on this painting," the manager continued, "is extraordinary. It’s rumored to hold clues to a long-lost treasure." "Really?" Caldwell leaned in closer, inspecting the painting with renewed interest. I forced a polite smile. The only reason I was tolerating this tedious tour was to secure Caldwell as a stakeholder in Montgomery Enterprises. If this meant indulging in his historical curiosities, so be it. My phone buzzed again. I sighed and muttered under my breath, "Jessica, can you give it a rest?" Suddenly, the lights went out. The sudden darkness was followed by gasps and murmurs of confusion. A moment later, the lights flickered back on, revealing a scene straight out of a nightmare. We were surrounded by men in masks, their guns pointed directly at us. "Nobody move!" one of the masked men shouted. Screams filled the air as panic set in. People either raised their hands in surrender or lay face-down on the floor, pleading for their lives. The museum's security guards tried to react, but several were gunned down in cold blood. A chill traveled down my spine as I watched the chaos unfold. Caldwell turned to me, his face pale. "William, what’s happening?" "I don’t know," I replied, my voice strained. "Stay down and stay quiet." My mind raced. This was not part of the plan. I was supposed to be impressing the Secretary of State, securing a future for my company, not caught in a life-threatening situation. I glanced around, trying to find a way out, but the masked thieves had us completely surrounded. The fear was evident, and for the first time in a long while, I felt genuinely powerless. "Everyone on the ground!" the lead thief barked, waving his gun menacingly. "Now!" I dropped to my knees, my heart pounding. I had to stay calm. I had to survive this. But as I looked into the cold, merciless eyes of the thieves, I knew that might be easier said than done. The sound of gunshots rang through the hall as another security guard was shot dead. The chill in my spine deepened. This wasn’t just a robbery; it was a massacre. I could see Caldwell trembling beside me, his status and power rendered meaningless in the face of raw terror. My thoughts flickered to Jessica, still buzzing my phone, completely unaware of the danger I was in. “Please,” Caldwell whispered, his voice barely audible. “We have to do something.” “There’s nothing we can do,” I replied, my voice flat with defeat. “Just keep your head down and pray they don’t shoot.” One of the thieves grabbed the museum manager by his collar and hauled him to his feet. The manager's glasses slipped down his nose, his face a mask of terror. "Start packing up 'The Starlit Night,' 'Eclipse of the Sun,' and 'The Silent Watcher,'" the thief barked, jabbing the barrel of his gun into the manager's ribs. "Or you'll end up like your security." The manager stammered, "B-but those are irreplaceable! You can't—" The thief tightened his grip, the menace in his voice unmistakable. "Do it. Now." Suddenly, a figure darted into the room, a blur of motion. The intruder moved with lightning speed, disarming one of the thieves with a swift twist and a powerful kick. Gasps and screams filled the air as the other thieves tried to react, but they were no match for this unexpected savior. My eyes widened in shock. The figure was a young woman, clad in a dark, understated shade of black that contrasted sharply with the thieves' garish attire. Her movements were precise and deadly, each strike calculated to incapacitate her opponents. One of the thieves managed to get a shot off, but she dodged the bullet with incredible agility. She wrestled another gun away, knocking the thief to the floor with a brutal elbow strike. While still struggling, she pulled a whistle from her pocket and blew into it sharply. Within moments, more agents in similar attire swarmed in, engaging the remaining thieves. Though skilled, none matched the strength of the woman who had initiated the fight. Despite the fact that she was petite and they were twice her size. Caldwell, still trembling beside me, whispered, "Who is she?" "I have no idea," I replied, unable to tear my eyes away from the scene unfolding before us. Despite the reinforcements, a few thieves managed to slip away, taking 'The Silent Watcher' with them. They fled into the farthest corridors of the museum, their footsteps sounding in the halls. The remaining thieves were quickly overpowered, held captive by the agents who had arrived. The woman in black stood over them, her breathing steady despite the intensity of the fight. I found myself staring at her in awe. She had single-handedly turned the tide, her skills far surpassing anything I had ever witnessed. The museum manager, still shaken, approached her cautiously. "Th-thank you. Who are you?" She turned to face him, her expression unreadable. "I'm just doing my job," she said simply. I could barely process what had just happened. One moment, we were at the mercy of ruthless thieves, and the next, a young woman had dismantled their operation with surgical precision. It was nothing short of miraculous. As the agents swiftly secured the thieves and tied them together, capturing photographs for evidence, I couldn't help but be struck by the powerful presence of the woman leading them. I watched as she planned the scene with authority, directing her team with commands that left no disobedience. "Secure the perimeter. No one gets in or out without clearance," she ordered, her voice firm and powerful. "Yes, ma'am," came the response from the agents as they swiftly carried out her instructions. Despite everything happening around me, my gaze kept returning to her. "Keep them in line," she instructed another agent, her tone leaving no room for argument. There was an uncanny resemblance to Seraphina, my ex-wife, yet this woman was entirely different…lean and powerful, dressed in a sleek agent uniform that molded her slim build. "Continue photographing the evidence. We need a clear record," she directed, her voice cutting through the commotion. "Contact the local authorities. Inform them we have the situation under control," she commanded, her authority ringing through each word. Her eyes, though…those cold, piercing Caribbean blue eyes stirred memories and doubts in me. I almost slapped my cheek hard. "Move out. We're wrapping this up," she said, her gaze sweeping over the scene. Could it truly be her? The woman I once knew now transformed into this powerful person? And as of sensing being watched, she turned her head in my direction and caught my gaze. Trapped in her penetrating stare, I felt a chill run down my spine. She held my gaze with a murderousness that made me uneasy, as if she could see right through me, despised me. And that was when realization hit me like a blow in the face, that it was my ex-wife. Seraphina.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
Williams POV. Driving to the hospital, my mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. I had no idea it was Allison—no, Seraphina—all along. How had I been so blind? Jessica, in her typical arrogance, hadn't even recognized her, and yet she tried to humiliate her and vandalized her car. Allison retaliated with a force that left me reeling. She had beaten all my bodyguards, and even Jessica herself. I felt utterly exhausted. What had Allison done to herself in the past year? She wasn’t fat anymore; she had transformed into something powerful,now likw an espionage agent. It felt too surreal to believe. This was the same Allison—Seraphina—who had once been comfortable being fat and lazy, who could barely get herself around. Now she was powerful beyond measure. The way she had tackled Peter Donovan was something I couldn’t wrap my head around. Peter was known for his ruthlessness and strength, yet she brought him to his knees. And then there was the gunshot. My first instinct had