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DEVIL IN A SILHOUETTE Chapter 31: Trust me
Chapter 31: Trust me Jessica woke up that morning with an unusual burst of energy, the kind that made her hum softly under her breath. For once, the world felt quiet — beautifully quiet. Her phone lay somewhere on the nightstand, face down, on silent. She didn’t even glance at it. “God, this feels amazing,” she murmured with a satisfied stretch. “Waking up without that damn phone buzzing like it owns me.” She padded into the bathroom, the marble floor cool beneath her feet. The scent of lavender filled the air as she began her morning ritual — cleanser, mask, steam, rinse. Each movement was deliberate, almost indulgent, as if she were washing off the remnants of yesterday’s chaos. Today was hers. She had a meeting with Elizabeth later — a partnership discussion that, in Jessica’s mind, meant power. Control. A fresh start. After the shower, she towel-dried her hair, grabbed her phone and bag, and still didn’t bother checking the screen lighting up with thousands of unre
DEVIL IN A SILHOUETTE Chapter 30: Cheers to poetic justice
Chapter 30:Cheers to poetic justice I watched the phone ring until it finally stopped. The silence that followed didn’t just sit in the room , it pressed on it. Heavy. Uncomfortable. Unspoken. Charles bent down without a word, his jaw tight as he picked his shirt from the floor. He slipped it on, buttoning each button with that same cold, controlled calm he used when he was pissed. He didn’t even look at me. "You're leaving?" I asked quietly. "The rain has stopped already. I’ll drop you home. Call your driver to pick up your car," he said flatly, like every word was being forced out of his mouth. I could tell he was angry — well, I was too. I stood slowly, fingers fumbling as I buttoned up my shirt. "Charles, I’m sorry, I— didn’t—" "Elizabeth," he cut me off sharply. "Put on your jacket. We’re heading to the car." I only nodded. My jacket was still damp from earlier, heavy and cold in my hand. We stepped outside. The rain had eased into a thin drizzle, the streetlights re
DEVIL IN A SILHOUETTE Chapter 29: I want you Elizabeth
Chapter 29: I want you Elizabeth "Please—drive faster," Vanessa urged the driver as rain hammered the windshield. Night smeared the city into streaks of light and shadow; the tires hissed over wet asphalt. She fumbled in her bag, thumbed Richard’s number, and put the phone to her ear. "Hello?" "Mr. Williams." Richard's voice came cold and measured from the other end. "Hello?" "Mr. Williams. I—I'm afraid I have some not-so-good news." Vanessa's words were clipped; calm on the surface, with a tremor of fear beneath. A few seconds of static passed. "Spill it," Richard ordered, flat. "Someone's following me. I don't know who, but we have to be careful. Remember the noise we heard at your study? That was—" She stopped, swallowed the panic that wanted to break free. "That was very strange." A bitter huff escaped him. "How did you escape? How did you lose them?" "I lured them into a dark alley and slipped away by a back route. I also had some men create a distraction." Her v
DEVIL IN A SILHOUETTE Chapter 28: Are you jealous?
Chapter 28: Are you jealous? Fortunately, Richard wasn’t close to me. If he had been pressed against me, if Jessica had walked in even a second earlier, that would have been a mess. A complete mess. "Yes, I was just leaving. Richard and I were only discussing work," I said, my voice calm, steady, like nothing was happening. I opened the rear door of my car. Jessica’s eyes lingered on me, sharp, searching, watching. She was suspicious. I could see it. But she had nothing. Not yet. "You should be on your way, Miss Alvarez. It’s getting late," she purred, her voice soft but her eyes cold. I gave a small smile, nodded, and got into the car. I didn’t even look back. I just drove. The night air outside felt like freedom. Fresh, wide, open. After that suffocating party full of fake laughs and expensive lies, breathing felt like a blessing. Red traffic light. I leaned my head against the cool glass of the window. Just resting. Just thinking. Just breathing.
DEVIL IN A SILHOUETTE Chapter 27: Leaving Already ?
Chapter 27: Leaving Already? The footsteps were already approaching closer; my heart thudded loudly against my ribs. No — I had to hide somewhere, but where? Fortunately, a heavy curtain hung in the corner, its folds swallowing the shadows. Maybe they wouldn’t find me there. Without wasting time, I scrambled to the curtain and pressed myself deep into its darkness. The study door creaked open. Richard and Vanessa stepped out, their eyes sweeping the room as if hunting for a loose thread of truth. Their gazes landed on the shattered glass cup scattered across the floor. “Was someone here?” Vanessa’s voice barely rose above a whisper. Richard’s gaze darkened as he paced the room, scanning every inch. He moved toward the curtain where I was crouched; my chest tightened with a cold, small panic. He reached for the fabric—a sharp knock cut through the air. He froze and glanced toward the door. “Go hide somewhere,” he ordered Vanessa. She slipped into a corner while Richard open
DEVIL IN A SILHOUETTE Chapter 26: The Birthday Party
Chapter 26: The Birthday Party A Few Days Later (Aurora) A sleek black Porsche rolled to a smooth stop in front of the Williams estate. The evening air held a faint chill, carrying with it the quiet hum of luxury and old money. My chauffeur stepped out first, opening the rear door for me with practiced grace. I glanced at the mansion, this used to be my home, now these bastards have taken everything. The party decorations were… extravagant. Elegant, yes—gold-trimmed floral arches, tall crystal vases overflowing with white orchids, and an expensive string quartet playing softly near the fountain—but it all felt painfully curated. Beautiful in a way that lacked warmth. Like everything here, it wasn’t my taste. Too polished. Too soulless. Too Williams. I stepped out, the hem of my dress trailing like liquid dusk. It was a floor-length black satin gown with a low back and a slit running just high enough to whisper scandal. Simple. Sharp. Dangerous. I wasn’t here to blend in. I
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