My Lost memories

The president realized something too late, he never had control over her.

'Lies and tricks as of the first fu*king minute.'

The female he worshiped in his bed the night before, the one he swore to hate then made love to so tenderly, stood there gazing at the drilling rig, assessing its structure like a soldier. Not a regular soldier.

'She holds the highest rankings in the opposing forces.'

He knew she saw his engineer standing by, looking at his president, albeit waiting for the green light. He felt her decision before she even turned his way and looked at him, his female was no more, and the being in front of the drilling rig was the representative of a regime he wanted to take down by all means necessary.

When her dark dark eyes met his, the light inside of them was gone, they looked dull, turning her beautiful doll-like features beneath her coal-black hair into other unknown ones. One thing was written all over her face.

'She will not stop until my plan is ruined.'

All the memories