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
Allison's POV. Billionaire and philanthropist Benjamin Harrington was known for his extravagant events, and tonight's masked party was no exception. Harrington, a man in his late fifties with a distinguished presence and a reputation for his vast collection of rare diamonds, had recently been living in fear. He had reached out to Viktoh, my boss, with a plea for help. Harrington believed that his life was in grave danger, and the source of this threat was none other than Ivanov Dmitri, a wealthy Russian businessman with a keen interest in Harrington's prized diamond—a stunning, multifaceted heirloom that had been passed down through his family for two centuries. This diamond, known as the "Star of Harrington," was worth millions of dollars. The trouble had begun a few months ago when Harrington had hosted a private viewing of his diamond collection at his newly acquired mansion. Among the guests was Ivanov Dmitri, who had become visibly enamored with the "Star of Harrington."
Allison's POV. I needed a moment to regroup, to let the adrenaline of the dance subside. As I sipped my drink, the cool liquid doing little to calm my racing heart, I felt a presence behind me. I turned, and there stood Williams, his expression of curiosity and bewilderment. “Allison,” he started, his voice unsteady. “Can we talk?” I sighed, knowing this confrontation was inevitable. “What do you want, Williams?” He glanced around, clearly uncomfortable. “What’s with the sudden change? How is it possible that you’re...this? Part of an espionage group?” I raised an eyebrow, my patience already wearing thin. “You think you know me, Williams? You don’t know a thing.” He looked taken aback by the firmness in my voice but pressed on. “But I knew you before, Allison. You weren’t like this. You were...different.” “Different?” I echoed, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “You mean weaker? Less confident? Easy to push around?” “That’s not what I meant,” he stammered. “I just...I do