Now that Delilah's mind was at rest after listening to Marco's response, she freshened up and headed to her café.
As she arrived, a sense of calm washed over her, and she heaved a sigh of relief.
With her mind clear, she decided to take a break from her usual execution services and instead focus on observing the café's operations today.
This meant postponing Mrs. Madison's execution request, despite her desire for a swift completion.
However, Delilah knew that she and her team needed rest, and the task could easily be rescheduled for tomorrow or another day.
As she turned her attention to the café, the soft hum of the coffee grinder filled the otherwise quiet space, where Ruby and Helen worked behind the counter.
"Good morning," Helen greeted her with a casual wave.
Delilah nodded, her li
Delilah’s heart raced, but she managed to keep her expression neutral. "What would I even have to hide?"Marco's expression remained neutral, but his eyes held a hint of knowing. "I don’t know. You’ve been acting strange lately."She shrugged, forcing a playful edge to her voice. "Strange how?""Strange like you have secrets," he said, his gaze sharp now, pinning her in place.Delilah swallowed hard, her lips parting as if to respond, but the words wouldn’t come. Marco’s hand lifted, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face, his touch gentle but firm."If you ever want to talk, I'm here for you," he murmured, his voice softer now. Her heart ached at his words, but she couldn’t let herself be swayed. Not when so much was at stake. She forced a smile, placing her hand over his. "It’s nothing, Marco... I promise."He studied her for a long moment before finally nodding. "Alright," he said, though his tone suggested he wasn’t entirely convinced. "But if you ever want to talk about
Delilah’s heart raced, the gravity of the situation pressing down on her. She grabbed the black bag from the ground, tossed her heels inside, and took off, her bare feet making soft crunching sounds against the grass as she sprinted. She zigzagged through the darkened outskirts, her movements swift and purposeful. She had planned this route carefully.When she reached the street, Delilah pulled off her mask and shoved it into her black bag. Then, she frantically waved her arms at the first cab that appeared. The yellow car screeched to a halt, its driver rolling down the window. He was a middle-aged man with a skeptical expression, his brows creased as he eyed her dark clothes and the bag slung over her shoulder."Where to?" he asked, his voice rough.She blurted out Marco’s mansion location, throwing herself into the backseat and slamming the door. "Now. Fast."The man hesitated, glancing at her through the rearview mirror. "You in trouble or something?""Just drive!" she snappe
Delilah tilted her head slightly, narrowing her eyes beneath the mask. "Do I look like I’m in need of money?" Her voice was low, carrying a sharp edge that made Michael’s throat go dry."No… no," Michael quickly replied, his words stumbling over one another. "I’m just saying… just in case."Delilah’s silence unsettled him, her firm gaze slicing through his pathetic attempts at bargaining. Michael noticed a faint calmness in her demeanor, a silence that gave him a sliver of hope."I’ll give you any amount," he blurted out, desperation dripping from every syllable. "Any amount, just mention it."Delilah stepped back, letting out a soft laugh that carried no humor. "I don’t need your money," she replied, her voice steady. "I have about ninety-nine million dollars saved from jobs like this—executing monsters like you."Michael’s eyes widened, his jaw slack. "But… what would you gain by killing me now?" His tone was pleading, as if clinging to some imaginary lifeline.Delilah raised her a
Michael’s eyes darted between the gun in Delilah’s hand and her cool, firm expression. The sleek, black metal gleamed under the dim light of the bedroom, and the realization hit him like a brick: it was real.His throat tightened as he imagined her pulling the trigger, and his body felt heavier, his carefully constructed world still cracking like glass."The person I’m talking about," Delilah said, her voice smooth but edged with something darker, "the one who needs justice, is your wife."Michael froze, his breath hitching. His wife.Delilah took a slow step back, her gaze lingering on him before she turned toward the wall. Mounted there was a photo of Mrs. Madison, smiling wide, her eyes lit with a happiness Michael remembered only too well. The very image of the perfect wife.Delilah clicked her tongue and tilted her head slightly. "Such a poor soul," she said, her voice almost pitying. "She was so happy in public, wasn’t she? But deep inside... oh, the pain she carried."Michae
The black sedan rolled up the circular driveway of the grand mansion, its glossy exterior catching the dim light from the mansion's sprawling windows. It came to a halt near the wide steps leading to the entrance, and the uniformed driver stepped out swiftly, moving with purpose to the backseat.Opening the door, the driver waited as Judge Michael Madison leaned forward, his polished shoes catching on the edge of the car. As Michael rose, his legs wobbled slightly, his hand instinctively gripping the edge of the door for support. He muttered something under his breath, his vision momentarily spinning."Sir," the driver said, his hand darting out to steady Michael’s arm."I'm fine," Michael said in a slow, drawn-out tone, waving the man off weakly. "I can walk on my own."The driver hesitated but nodded, stepping back with a professional bow. Michael adjusted his jacket, his steps unsteady as he made his way up the stairs and into the mansion.Inside, the familiar warmth of the hou
After Jonah's humiliation, Ruby and Helen returned to the café with Delilah. The atmosphere inside was calm, with only a few customers lingering over their drinks. As the last patrons departed, the café grew quiet, the only sounds being the gentle hum of the refrigerator and the soft rustle of Delilah's notes as she helped Ruby and Helen with the cleanup. Delilah supervised the process, her keen eye ensuring every corner was spotless.Later in the evening, as she grabbed her bag to leave, her phone buzzed. The screen lit up with the name John. A smile instantly appeared on her face as she hastily answered."Finally," Delilah said, her tone laced with mock impatience. "I’ve been expecting your call.""My apologies," John’s voice came through, calm but slightly rushed. "Something came up.""Oh…" Delilah tilted her head, her curiosity piqued. "I hope it wasn’t anything serious.""Not at all," he reassured. "Actually, I’ve done the research on the judge’s deceased wife."Delilah stra
Delilah scoffed, her grip tightening on her fork. Ruby noticed, tilting her head. "What? What’s wrong?" "That’s the woman who called me poor," Delilah muttered, nodding toward the couple. "And that’s her fiancé." Ruby followed Delilah’s gaze, her eyes narrowing. "They do look wealthy." Helen, who had been eating quietly, looked up and froze. Her face paled as her gaze locked onto the man. "That’s Jonah," Helen said, her voice strained. "My husband. And that’s probably his new mistress." Delilah’s jaw dropped. "You’re joking. That woman wears designer clothes and talks about engagements." Helen’s bitter laugh escaped her. "I’m not. He’s the one I wanted to deal with when I pretended to be a client." Ruby’s lips curled into a smirk. "He looks like someone who deserves a beating. But he doesn’t seem poor." Delilah noticed the flicker of pain in Helen’s expression, the subtle tightening of her jaw and the way her grip on the wine glass trembled slightly. She nudged Ruby’s leg unde
Delilah gripped the steering wheel, her fingers tapping against it as Marco's car glided through the morning traffic. The soft hum of the engine and the faint scent of his cologne lingering in the vehicle reminded her of the previous night—a memory that sent a quiet thrill through her.The buzz of her phone broke through her thoughts. She glanced down at the screen, a quick peek before returning her eyes to the road. Ruby. A smile tugged at her lips as she picked up the call, pressing the speaker button."Good morning," Ruby’s voice came, light but carrying a playful undertone.Delilah chuckled softly, adjusting her grip on the steering wheel. "Good morning to you too, Ruby. I’m already on my way to the café. I’ll be there in a few minutes."A pause followed, and then Ruby asked, "Café? Have you forgotten what day it is?""What day?" Delilah frowned, confusion clouding her tone as she signaled to stop at a red light.Checking her phone, she saw the date glaring back at her. July 7.
Delilah tied the sash of her robe and glanced at the early morning sunlight spilling through the curtains. The soft rustle of sheets behind her told her Marco was still sound asleep. She cast a quick look at the bed, his bare chest rising and falling in steady rhythm. A small smile tugged at her lips as she slipped out of the bedroom. She had freshened up quickly and was now padding down the hall toward the library. The faint scent of him clung to her skin, mingling with the memories of last night. A flush crept up her neck as she opened the library door. Stepping inside, she was immediately struck by the disarray. Marco's white shirt was draped over the back of a chair, her nightgown tangled on the floor, along with his trousers and belt. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she began gathering the scattered clothing. Her lingerie was caught under the edge of the desk, and she crouched down to grab it. "What else am I missing?" she muttered to herself, her eyes scanning the