LOGINBrittany sat comfortably inside her private sitting room while her private investigator stood several feet away, reading from a tablet.The room was quiet except for his voice and the occasional tapping of Brittany's fingernails against the armrest of her chair."The report is complete."Brittany lifted her eyes from the magazine resting on her lap. "Go on.""We confirmed the children's birthday."She remained silent."They recently turned four years old."That immediately got her attention. The magazine slowly lowered.The man continued speaking. "We also spent weeks looking into Cecilia's history after she disappeared. We couldn't find evidence of another relationship. No boyfriend. No husband. No records showing she lived with another man. No social media activity suggesting she was involved with anyone."Brittany listened carefully.For the first time since the report began, she seemed genuinely interested. He finally found something useful. The man scrolled further down the fil
As Jude looked at the children, an idea formed in his mind. Now that he had ordered Roman to carry out a DNA test, he would need to get their samples. But he couldn’t let Cecilia know until...until he was sure.“Hey guys, have you seen the city's festival?”The twins looked at each other with wide eyes. “No!” They said simultaneously. Jude had an idea. “I’ll take you guys there.”It would be an opportunity for Roman to take their DNA samples. The twins were immediately on board wih the idea. But they only had one drawback. “But, we have to ask mum first..” Alex said.Allison nodded reluctantly. “Yeah. We can’t go unless we ask her.”Jude nodded and realised they were quite smart. And he couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride, before he told himself to get it together.Nothing had been confirmed yet.***Jude headed toward Cecilia’s room.The closer he got, the more his thoughts drifted back toward Roman’s words, and he did his darn best not to let his thoughts show.By the time
Jude stared at the documents spread across his desk while several security reports remained open on the monitors surrounding him.The masked auction was tomorrow night.Normally, preparations for the annual event would have been delegated to other people. He had enough men capable of handling logistics, security, guest verification, and every other detail involved.This year was different.This year D’Angelo's were walking straight into the trap he had spent years building.His fingers tapped slowly against the desk as he reviewed the final security layout.The auction would be held at the mansion.Every guest would be screened. Every entrance monitored. Every room secured.By tomorrow night, dozens of powerful people would be under one roof.And if everything went according to plan, Brittany’s family would leave completely ruined. It was unfortunate that he wasn’t inviting her to see for herself. A knock sounded against the office door.“Come in.”Roman entered carrying a tablet ben
CECILIA’S POVMae worked hard, coding the online funnel that we would use to frame the person Dr. Venom was targeting. While I planned the strategy of how I’d get unto the auction and put, based on all Mae remembered about the annual masked auction.“I don’t know who the current head of the inner circle is, but it’s going to be held there.” She said, eyes still focused on her computer.“Is it possible we can just find out on Google?” I asked.She laughed, and shook her head. “Then the government would also know to.”I sighed and turned my eyes to the mask I was sewing for auction. I had asked some servants for materials and equipment, and gave the excuse that I wanted to patch up some of the clothes for the kids.I realised, since this was a thing for mafia families, there was a huge chance that Jude would attend it. I didn’t need him to hear I was stitching up a mask, and have him putting two and two together. “What if it’s happening miles away from here?” I asked, even though I wa
Miles away from Jude’s penthouse, in the heart if the city, was the D'Angelo's family house. In the lounge, Brittany sat cross-legged, tapping away instructions to one of her men. It was an assassin she sent to kill the man who she has sent after Cecilia. It had taken great lengths to find Jude’s location. But she had successfully found his hidden penthouse. She read the message the assassin had sent:[The target has been eliminated]A smile of satisfaction graced her lips, as she typed out.[Excellent]Across from her Benjamin pocketed his phone with a sigh, then glared at his sister. “What’s making your wicked soul happy? Did someone die?” He sneered.She chuckled, her eyes looking over him with coldness. “In fact, someone actually did.”Benjamin made a face like he’d swallowed something sour. “You say it like you’re proud of it.”“I am proud of it.” She said simply. “Pride is the natural reaction to doing your job well.” She wasn’t going to let him know she was after Jude and
The countdown of seven days to the auction, loomed over my head. I anxiously waited as the days passed. I noticed Jude came around often to be with the twins. Despite how much I tried to prevent it, he kept on worming his way into moments with them. When they were eating breakfast, he sat at the table. When they were outside playing, he would join them when they asked. Before he went out, he asked to see them. It wasn’t just frustrating me, but also torturing my mind. Each time I saw Alex clinging to his leg, or Allison laughing at him, it made my stomach churn. I’d began to question my decision.Was it right to keep the kids from having a father? Right now, they were young and hadn’t asked any questions. But what about when they got older? What if they grew to resent me from hiding them from their father. Beside me, Mae appeared on the balcony. She must’ve seen the tension on my face, because she squeezed my shoulder supportively.“It’s overwhelming to see them like this right?”
Within the first week, I land my first client. I do not know their real identity, and they don’t know mine as I operate under the alias “Miss Fortune.”Within a month, I make enough money that I and Mae join to move out of our cramped apartment to a bigger one, in a better neighbourhood.I quit my
For a second I genuinely wonder if I heard her correctly.“You are what?” I screech. “I’m laundering money.”My mouth falls open and I stare at Mae with wide eyes. “You’re laundering money!”Mae crowds into me, putting a finger to her lips. “Please don’t say it that loudly.”I nod and continue to
My hands immediately move to my stomach.Panic surges through my brain. I pray earnestly that the pain I feel shooting up my abdomen didn’t hurt the baby. The man who bumped into me barely slows down.“Watch where you’re going!” He snaps.I stare at him, my anger exploding. “Watch where I’M going
Mae had that concussion almost two months ago. And ever since then, she had been coming home with more money. Saying it was from the tutoring job, and a raise in her salary at the restaurant. For the rest of the conversation with Prisca, I barely hear anything. My mind is too busy replaying her







