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Chapter 6: The Antidote is Gone

مؤلف: Pearl Cole
last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-04-29 02:23:35

My fingers tightened around my phone as I stare at the message on the screen.

“What exactly is this, Dr. Cecilia?”

Anxiety crawls down my spine. I can feel the coldness in her message.

Brittany, a woman who’s hired me to kill her husband, would easily erase me, if I was causing her any issues.

Beside me, Jude is silent and looking at the article.

I watch him carefully, trying to read his expression. But like always, it gives nothing away.

He lifts his phone to his ear. The call connects alm
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    I grab the box fully and tip it slightly, as if the vial might have somehow slipped into a corner I cannot see.I shake it, but it does not appear.I set the box aside and begin searching through my bag, pulling everything out onto the bed.My notebook. My pen. My phone charger. My wallet. But it isn’t in it either. My breathing becomes uneven as I check again, this time more carefully, running my fingers through every corner, every small pocket.It is not there.I stop for a second, forcing myself to think.Where could it have gone?I replay everything in my head.Yesterday, I’d taken the antidote before spraying the poison around, for my session with Jude. Today, I came to the manor with it contained in the black box in my bag. I never brought it out. Not here. In the hotel, or in the car. The only time I had set my bag down, was during the security check to enter the manor, in the home office when Roman confronted me and.......when I left it in the car with Jude, to talk to Br

  • Poison me softly    Chapter 6: The Antidote is Gone

    My fingers tightened around my phone as I stare at the message on the screen.“What exactly is this, Dr. Cecilia?”Anxiety crawls down my spine. I can feel the coldness in her message. Brittany, a woman who’s hired me to kill her husband, would easily erase me, if I was causing her any issues. Beside me, Jude is silent and looking at the article. I watch him carefully, trying to read his expression. But like always, it gives nothing away. He lifts his phone to his ear. The call connects almost immediately and he says. “Roman. Some unsavoury articles have been posted about me and Dr. Cecilia. Take them down.”Roman seems to say something unpleasant, because Jude frowns even more. “I don’t care where they came from. Just make sure it disappears.”He ends the call without, not waiting to hear anything else his right hand man has to say. Realisation sinks in, and I can feel myself relax. Jude was powerful. He had rumours springing up like this all the time. The article would be gone

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    When Jude said we’d have his session in his hotel, and seemed for the first time, cooperative, I was alarmed.But when he elaborated and said it would be in a hotel, which he owns, I was at ease.Just as expected, the Martinez hotel can rival the Buckingham Palace.“This is just a branch.” Peter, one of the many assistants, that’s part of Jude’s entourage tells me. “The headquarters is far more grand.”Trailing behind Jude as he strides across the halls of the hotel, puts two things into perspective for me.The first is the fact that Jude is highly respected, and even more prestigious than I’d fathomed. At every turn, guests who look like they were royalty, or at least related to them, clamoured to talk to him. The second is, our supposed therapy session will not be held today.He’d just made me follow him and his entourage as he visited the hotel brach, on inspection. I seethe angrily, watching his back at the front. Being an escort wasn’t part of my job description. But the amount

  • Poison me softly    Chapter 4: I know what you're doing

    "Follow me.” Roman’s voice cuts through my thoughts.He is already walking away and I have no choice but to follow.His steps are long, yet he does not once look back to see if I am keeping up. We stop in front of a pair of double black iron doors.Without a word, he pushes them open and I step inside behind him. The room resembles my office. Or rather, a more refined version of it. The arrangement is similar. The seating, the spacing, even the positioning of the desk.Only everything here feels more exquisite.I barely have time to take it all in, when suddenly, a force shoves me back.My body hits the wall before I can react, a sharp breath escaping my lips as the impact rattles through me.Roman stands in front of me, his presence overwhelming in a way that feels entirely different from Jude’s.This is not Jude’s coldness. Roman looks ready to break my neck. “What are you doing?” I snap, trying to push past him, but he does not budge.“Shut up!” His voice is harsh, as he looks do

  • Poison me softly    Chapter 3: You know who I am

    “My job is call out my patient’s bluff, and make them understand their fears.”For a brief moment, something unreadable passes through his eyes. Then he leans forward.The movement is sudden enough to catch me off guard.Before I can react, his hand shoots out and wraps around my wrist. His grip is firm. “What do you think you’re doing?” I yelp, trying to pull my wrist out of his hold. But he continues to grip so hard, I can feel the burn. Fear rises in my chest, as I think. Did he notice? Did he realise that the fragrance in the room was poison given to me by his wife?This man is a mafia boss. Jude’s face darkens, the faint amusement from earlier disappearing completely. I can tell the emotions a person feels, quite easily. And it’s obvious he’s angry. He leans closer, his eyes locking onto mine with a cold intensity that sends a chill down my spine. He asks with a sneer. “How dare you?”I struggle to release my wrist from his hold, my fingers twitching against his grip. Just

  • Poison me softly    Chapter 2: Killing The Mafia Boss

    I hesitate for a second before opening the door and sliding into the back seat beside her.The interior of the car is immaculate. Everything about it made me aware it was worth more than the life savings of anyone in my bloodline. For a moment, I became aware of how out of place I am, seated next to a millionaires wife. But I push the feeling aside. I had learned long ago how to mask my discomfort.She speaks up first. “My husband will continue his therapy sessions tomorrow.”Relief washes over me. The session mot being cancelled, means I’ll be receiving the handsome pay. “That’s good to hear.” I reply.She nods, adding. “It won’t be at your office.”Her nose scrunches subtly, as though the thought of my humble office displeases her.I frown, bewildered on the need to carry me in her car, to inform me she’d taken up another therapist. Probably fancy enough to satisfy her inclination. “His sessions will continue at our manor.” She says. This surprises me again, and I consider it fo

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