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The Beginning of Revenge

Author: Osarumwense Osakue
last update Last Updated: 2025-03-18 15:03:19

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Fernando’s POV

The car was silent except for the faint hum of the engine. Outside, the suburban neighborhood was quiet, the kind of place where people felt safe enough to leave their doors unlocked and let their kids play in the front yard.

I sat in the driver's seat, my fingers tapping lightly against the steering wheel as I watched the house through the windshield.

Inside, one of the agents on my hit list—James Holloway—sat at the dining table with his wife and two kids, a boy and a girl.

The lights in the house were bright, the warm glow spilling onto the neatly trimmed lawn through the large window.

Holloway laughed at something his wife said, cutting a piece of meat from his plate. The kids laughed over their own plates, their faces lit up with happiness.

It was a picture-perfect family moment—one that should’ve meant nothing to me.

And yet, as I watched them, a strange fe
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