Helen’s face went even paler, her voice trembling as she spoke. "I’m sorry… I just—"Delilah placed a hand on her forehead, closing her eyes as she processed Helen’s request. The frustration simmered in her, but beneath it, she felt a small pang of sympathy. Helen’s voice had sounded so desperate. But this was more than just a favor—it was a breach of the very foundations they had all agreed on."Helen," she said slowly, dropping her hand and opening her eyes, "the rules exist to protect us, all of us. If we start bending them now, then what’s to stop us from doing it again? And what’s to stop someone else from asking the same thing later?"Ruby leaned back, crossing her arms. "I mean, if we’re going to break every rule for everyone’s convenience, we may as well quit.""Stop it, Ruby," Delilah said firmly, cutting her off again. She turned her gaze to Helen, and though her tone was gentle, her eyes were firm. "I understand that this isn’t easy. We all have struggles, and I’m sorry y
Just then, Helen's voice cut in, her eyes fixed on the security monitor. "Guys, look."Delilah's fingers tightened around her phone as she turned to the screen. Her mind spun as she watched Marco's figure shift, stepping back and glancing around. There was no mistaking him now: the shape of his jaw, the mess of dark hair, the athletic build that hinted at more than a casual gym habit."What's he doing here?" Helen's voice was quiet, her eyes darting between Delilah and the screen, uncertain. "Is... is he following you?"Delilah could barely answer. Part of her wanted to laugh at the absurdity of it, another part wanted to storm outside and demand answers. Why was Marco here? Why hadn't he simply knocked, instead of skulking around like a stranger in the night?Ruby, however, seemed to find the whole situation mildly entertaining. "Well, if he wanted to make an impression, he's certainly doing it. But maybe next time he should try the doorbell?"Delilah's tone was a warning. "Ruby
Delilah blinked, gathering herself. She looked at Ruby with that cool, indifferent expression she’d mastered over the years. "I disabled the audio because I felt like it," she replied, voice low but steady. "I found it unnecessary for you to be listening to my conversation."Ruby scoffed, her arms dropping to her sides as she took a step forward. "Listening?" she echoed, her tone daring Delilah to challenge her. "Just admit it, Delilah—you’re keeping something from us. From me and Helen."Delilah tilted her head, her eyes shifting to where Helen was quietly pulling up the blinds on the café’s front windows, her back to them as she worked. She gestured toward Helen. "Look at her, Ruby. She’s actually busy with work rather than suspecting me," Delilah said, her voice carrying a subtle hint of reproach.Ruby turned, glancing over her shoulder at Helen, who was diligently adjusting the "Closed" sign, flipping it to "Open" without a second thought. She looked back at Delilah, a dry l
Delilah turned sharply, her gaze locking with Marco’s. A sly grin played at his lips as he leaned against the doorframe, clearly amused. She swallowed, caught in the moment, but quickly masked her reaction."I was just… curious," she replied, her voice steady despite her racing heartbeat.Marco chuckled, a glint of something dangerous and thrilling in his eyes. Without another word, Delilah turned and continued to her bedroom, her cheeks warming under his gaze.Once inside, she took a deep breath, steadying herself. She changed into her nightgown, then opened the drawer of her nightstand, intending to check on her black book. To her relief, it was still there, untouched. But beside it, a small velvet-colored jewelry box caught her eye. Frowning, she picked it up, her pulse quickening as she opened it.Inside was a golden wristwatch, gleaming in the dim light. The design was unmistakable—the Graff Diamonds Hallucination, a watch worth over fifty millions. Delilah’s heart skipp
Marco's body pressed against hers, his hardness throbbing against her core, sending shivers down her spine. Delilah's breath caught as Marco positioned himself, his gaze holding hers, filled with desire and adoration. "Will you...fit?" Delilah whispered, her cheeks flushing.Marco's lips curled into a sly smirk. "Perfectly," he whispered back, his eyes glinting with confidence.Marco reached for his nightstand, grabbing protection before turning back to Delilah.With one smooth motion, Marco slid into her, filling her completely. Delilah's gasp was lost in his mouth as he claimed her, his lips devouring hers with a hunger that left her breathless.To her surprise, Marco fit perfectly, stretching her in all the right ways. His presence inside her was like coming home, a sense of belonging she'd never known before."It's like my body was made for him," she thought, amazed.Their bodies moved in perfect sync, Marco's thrusts slow and deliberate, building tension. Delilah's hands gripp
The next morning...Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a soft, golden glow across the room.Delilah stirred, still nestled against Marco’s chest, his arm resting protectively around her. A soft smile crept across her face as the memories of last night resurfaced, every passionate moment vivid in her mind. She finally felt the edge of those dirty dreams soften, her desires finally realized in Marco’s arms. She stretched slightly, savoring the pleasant soreness that reminded her of how he’d claimed her as his.Turning her head, she saw him watching her with a warm, lazy smile, his eyes gentle but glinting with satisfaction. His hair was tousled, and his morning scruff made him look ruggedly irresistible."Good morning, beautiful," he murmured, his voice deep and husky with sleep.Her cheeks warmed under his gaze. "Morning." She felt her heartbeat quicken, though they’d shared so much just hours before. He had a way of making her feel vulnerable and exhilarated at once,
The steady hum of the car was the only sound between Marco and Delilah. He kept his eyes on the road, his hands relaxed on the wheel, but he could feel Delilah’s impatience beside him. Her gaze was fixed on her phone screen, and she glanced at the time, then sighed softly. Thirty minutes late. She’d meant to hurry more.Marco threw her a quick look, noting her distracted expression. He figured she was in a rush to get to the café—most likely customers already waiting. But he didn't want to bother her with conversation, sensing her mind was miles away.When they finally pulled up to Shh... Café, Marco brought the car to a halt. He shifted the car into park and turned to her, reaching over with a slight smile. As he leaned in, Delilah was already gathering her clutch, pushing open the door with barely a glance back."Hey, slow down!" Marco laughed, catching her off guard."What?" Delilah turned back, her eyes wide with surprise. "I have to get to work!"He gave her a mischievous
Mrs. Doris nodded curtly, her eyes scanning Delilah’s face before shifting to the bag she carried. Delilah’s expression remained calm, unbothered by the faint tremor of unease that Mrs. Doris’s presence often sparked. They’d worked together before, on tasks that ranged from mere intimidation to… eliminations, if necessary.From her own bag, Mrs. Doris withdrew a pristine leather folder and opened it with a flick of her manicured fingers, revealing a stack of photographs and documents. She slid a particular photograph across the table toward Delilah. "I’m sure you’re aware of the... delicate nature of our business," she said, her voice smooth yet firm. "I have a new situation that demands your skills."Delilah glanced down, her eyes falling upon the photograph. Her gaze lingered on the man in the image—a senator, with the distinguished look of someone used to holding power and attention. His name printed beneath the photograph was familiar, but Mrs. Doris’s tone added a more gloom
Delilah blinked, her stomach knotting. Did she just call me poor? And those dresses cheap?Jonah glanced at Delilah, his expression softening with something akin to pity. "Let it be," he said quietly to the woman. "Don’t trouble her."Delilah’s cheeks flushed. She glanced down at her simple gown, suddenly questioning its appearance. But when her gaze shifted back to the woman’s attire, she couldn’t help noticing how extravagantly luxurious it was. The kind of outfit meant to scream wealth."But baby—" the woman started.Delilah cut her off with a scoff, her composure icy. "Please hand me the clothes," she said to the associate, her voice firm but calm. "I’ll take them to the checkout counter myself."The associate obeyed, passing the clothes to Delilah with an apologetic look.Without sparing the couple another glance
Delilah stared at her phone screen as Marco’s name glowed brightly. Her heart gave an unexpected jolt."Why is he calling at this time?" she wondered.Her heart raced, the usually cold and calculating parts of her mind momentarily disrupted.She glanced around the hospital ward, ensuring no prying eyes or ears were nearby. The ward was still, only the faint hum of machinery and distant footsteps breaking the quiet.She pressed the answer button."Excuse me," she said coolly to Gino, who raised an eyebrow but said nothing.Delilah walked out of the ward, her heels clicking softly on the floor. Only once she was in the empty corridor, her back against the wall, did she lift the phone to her ear."Hello?" she said, her voice steady."Hi," Marco’s familiar, deep voice came through
The soft click of the door behind Delilah as she stepped into Gino’s room seemed to echo louder than it should.Her eyes swept over the large VIP ward, noting the unnecessary luxury for someone supposedly recovering from digestive issues.Gino lay on the bed, his hand connected to an IV, his face a picture of forced innocence. Beside him stood a young nurse, her nervous smile betraying her discomfort.The nurse greeted Delilah hesitantly. "He’s still under treatment, ma’am, and—"Delilah cut her off, her voice smooth yet firm. "Please, could you excuse us for a moment?"The nurse glanced at Gino for approval. Gino, with a barely noticeable flick of his eyes, gave her the signal to leave. She nodded awkwardly and hurried out, leaving Delilah and Gino alone.Delilah set the bag she’d brought onto the small table by the
The knock on the library door was firm yet restrained, interrupting Marco's focused gaze on the documents scattered across his oak desk.Without lifting his head, he adjusted his wristwatch and called out, "Come in."He expected Lucia’s familiar face to peek in, but instead, Delilah stepped through the doorway. Her soft smile and composed demeanor instantly filled the room."Hi," she greeted, her voice light and inviting.Marco leaned back in his chair, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Hi."Delilah closed the door gently behind her and walked further in. "I came to check up on you. How’s it going?""Great," Marco replied, though his tone lacked conviction. He glanced at his wristwatch again and frowned. "Except that Lucia was supposed to be here by now to assist me, but she’s not here yet."Delilah’s brows
"And what will you do anyway?" Lucia sneered. "Push me out? That won’t work because I’ll boldly return with a recent tape of Marco groaning my name."Lucia leaned closer, her voice lowering mockingly. "Take note of that, you poor orphan."Something in Delilah snapped at the insult.Before she could think, her hand shot out, landing a resounding slap across Lucia’s face.The sound echoed in the small restroom, and Lucia staggered back, her expression a mix of shock and pain."You—" Lucia started, but Delilah grabbed her arm, spinning her back around.The fight began.Lucia, fueled by rage and her wrestling past, swung at Delilah with strikes.Delilah, though reluctant at first to engage fully - because she had never hurt a woman and didn't intend to - defended herse
Delilah poured herself a glass of wine, her hands trembling slightly as the ruby liquid swirled into the glass.She took a deep breath and steadied herself before taking a sip, her lips pressing tightly against the rim as she fought the gnawing sensation in her chest."How could I have been so stupid?" she thought, almost chuckling as her mind replayed the conversation over and over.Marco’s sharp tone, the disappointment in his eyes—it all haunted her.The room felt cold despite the warm atmosphere.Delilah wrapped her free arm around her torso, her hand gripping her side tightly.The glass met her lips again, and this time, she drank deeply, letting the burn distract her from the ache inside.Delilah refilled the wine glass. She raised it to her lips, ready to drink again.Just as
Delilah didn't think much about it.In the evening, she leaned over the railing, the cool breeze brushing her face, she was already prepared for what was coming.Anticipation buzzed faintly in her chest as she saw Marco’s familiar silhouette approaching the mansion’s entrance.But he wasn’t alone.Lucia was with him, her tall frame radiating confidence as she walked beside Marco, holding some documents.Delilah straightened, her lips thinning as her fingers gripped the railing tighter.She descended the stairs deliberately, her heels clicking against the polished wood.The sound echoed sharply, cutting through the quiet hall like a warning.The sound caught Marco’s attention, and he looked up, his dark eyes immediately landing on her.For
Delilah narrowed her eyes, her jaw tightening. "The bigger picture? Is that what you call turning your back on someone who trusted us?"Helen finally spoke, her tone gentle but firm. "It’s not about trust. It’s about safety, Delilah. Mrs. Madison’s situation was tragic, yes. But we’re not detectives or vigilantes. We’re executors. We handle executions, not investigate deaths."Delilah let out a bitter laugh. "Is that how you justify it? By sticking to the job description?"Helen frowned but said nothing.Ruby, however, couldn’t resist. "It’s not just about that. Look, I don’t want to get caught up in this because it never ends well when emotions come into play. You know that, Delilah."Delilah took a step closer to the table, her presence commanding despite the room's elegant and tranquil decor.Her
Helen tilted her head, her doubt evident. "This is about Mrs. Madison, isn’t it?"Delilah’s jaw tightened, her eyes smoldering. "Yes."Ruby’s brows drew together, her voice hesitant. "The client? The one you postponed yesterday?"Delilah nodded, her voice a knife’s edge. "She’s dead."A thick silence enveloped the room. Ruby’s eyes widened, darting to Helen, who sat frozen, her lips parted in shock.Helen leaned forward, her voice cautious yet probing. "Dead? How?""They’re calling it a suicide," Delilah replied, her tone clipped, each word deliberate. "But there’s more to it than that."Ruby’s lips parted as realization dawned. "Wait, are you saying—"The soft creak of the door interrupted them, and all three heads turned.Mrs. Hay