Aiden, having reached the limit of his patience, stood up to leave. The other shareholders eagerly awaited this moment, unable to tolerate the delay any longer. Their happiness was akin to that of a bride anxiously awaiting her groom's arrival because finally the meeting was going to adjourned. Just as Aiden rose from his seat, the office door swung open, revealing a slender lady with a flawless figure. Her attire reflected her personality, emphasizing her petite frame and shapely body. Her hair flowed freely, long and loosely curled, cascading over her shoulders and down her back. Her eyes were stunning, reminiscent of an autumn lake, and her radiant smile accompanied her apology for being late. Whether it was her beautiful eyes or her luminous smile, the board of directors, prepared to unleash their anger, suddenly found themselves enchanted and pacified. "No problem at all," they responded, waving their hands dismissively. They were captivated by her beauty, each secretly yearning
Emine's grip tightened around Marianne's hand, her eyes filled with an unsettling mix of anger and fear. As Marianne felt the suffocating weight of Emine's gaze, a chilling sensation crept over her, causing her to break into a cold sweat without even realizing it. She desperately tried to find her voice, but the words seemed to be trapped, as if an invisible barrier prevented them from escaping her trembling lips. "Repeat what you just said!" Emine's voice erupted with a force that startled the onlookers, their joyous faces now contorted with fear. The intensity of her presence made it nearly impossible to meet her gaze. Marianne's body shook uncontrollably, rendering her unable to utter a single word. Her mouth hung open, silently attempting to form a response, but it was as if her throat had constricted, leaving her speechless and helpless. "Are you going to repeat it?" Emine's tone softened, and the menacing aura that had enveloped her dissipated. As Marianne noticed this sudden
"I demand the results within thirty minutes," she asserted firmly before abruptly ending the call. A smug grin played upon her lips as she thought, "Marriane, you've truly provoked the wrong person, and I guarantee you'll never open that stupid mouth of yours. I will make sure you never talk again. I will teach you a real lesson for talking I'll of my mother. A notification chimed on her phone, capturing her attention. She swiftly checked the message, sent by her assistant. "Boss, you've received an offer. Mr. Rich wants you to eliminate this man," the message conveyed. Attached was a picture of a middle-aged man with a cold demeanor and intricate body tattoos. "What's the price?" she inquired. "Five hundred thousand dollars." "Impressive. Gather more information about the target; the job must be completed today." "Understood, Boss." Emily was not an ordinary assassin. She selectively targeted individuals who deserved retribution—those who preyed on the vulnerable and made their
"You better pray you'll still be alive by then." "What do you mean?" Mr. James had a sinking feeling, his instincts telling him that the girl before him wasn't as fragile as she appeared. He realized he needed help before his life was taken from him. "Help!" he exclaimed, but before his voice could be heard, Emine swiftly covered his mouth with duct tape. She bound him to a chair. "Excellent. Now, let's get back to business. Do you still desire my... satisfaction?" She stood up and approached him. Mr. James vigorously shook his head, indicating he no longer wanted it. Who was this girl, and how had he offended her? He wished he could ask her. Emine sensed his curiosity and decided to quench it. "You want to know why I'm here for you and whom you've offended. Alright, let me satisfy your curiosity. You have offended many people, but due to your powerful background in both politics and business, you fear no one and commit crimes even in broad daylight. Unfortunately, your recklessnes
"I apologize for sending this package at such an hour; we encountered unforeseen issues along the way," the delivery man expressed genuine regret. His sincere words put Marriane at ease, lessening her suspicions. She reassured him that it was alright and accepted the package. Curious about its contents, she settled on her bed and began unwrapping it. Despite her initial intention to wait until morning, the package's allure sparked her curiosity, compelling her to take a peek. In shock, she exclaimed, "Aaahahaa!" and hastily threw the package away. Fear consumed her as she called out, "Mom, dad, help me!" Her mind immediately flashed back to the disturbing image of blood she had witnessed just days before. Inside the package lay a human hand, boldly marked with the words "Devil Queen" on its surface. Memories of a recent murder flooded Marriane's thoughts, leaving her questioning why the Devil Queen would send such a macabre package. Rushing to her room, her mother witnessed the grue
When Aiden came into view, everyone's jaws dropped in awe. Gasps escaped the lips of the girls, captivated by his unparalleled beauty. Even those who were accompanied by their dates or boyfriends couldn't help but shift their attention to Aiden. Jealousy brewed among the men as they realized their own light had been overshadowed, their girlfriends' gazes fixated on this mesmerizing man. How could he be more beautiful than any woman? They couldn't help but wish they possessed his striking handsomeness. But who were they to complain? They could only harbor bitter resentment, aware that no one dared to challenge this divine deity."I can't believe he's more beautiful than me. Nature can be so unjust," one of the ladies lamented."Wow, he must have been fashioned differently, not born like the rest of us.""You're joking, right? If he wasn't born, how did he grace the Earth with his presence?""Oh, I would do anything to make him mine," another sighed longingly."Don't even think about it
Aiden stood in awe, utterly unable to believe his own eyes. How could it be possible that the stunning figure before him was Emine? Had she hidden her true beauty all those years they were married? It seemed inconceivable to him. This woman, who had snatched him away from her own sister, had never bothered to dress in a seductive manner. The only thing that had ever attracted him was her natural scent. Stupefied, Aiden remained frozen, carefully concealing his emotions. Emine felt the intensity of his gaze and their eyes met. Yet, she showed no reaction, merely giving him a fleeting glance as if they were strangers meeting for the first time. Anger surged through Aiden. How dare she pretend not to recognize him? To him, Emine owed him her very life, and she had no right to ignore him. But Emine, looking at him briefly and continuing on her way, cared nothing for him. All the feelings she once had for him were lost, replaced by a seething hatred for the man who had destroyed her life.
Everly stood frozen, unsure of what to do next. "No, I refuse to be bullied by this girl. I must stand up to her.""You! How dare you speak to me in such a manner? You're nothing but a useless promiscuous woman who knows how to manipulate men," she sneered, pointing an accusing finger, capturing the attention of everyone around them.Aiden stood there, intrigued by the unfolding drama, curious to see how Emine would handle the situation. Ever since Emine found her strength, she had made a promise to herself never to let anyone insult or humiliate her without repercussions. She was determined to fight back, regardless of who her opponent was."If you dare open your filthy mouth again, I'll make you regret ever being born on this planet. I'll yank out your rotten teeth and show you the consequences," she coldly warned, but Everly chose to ignore her. After all, she was the young mistress of the influential Harrison family. Who was Emine to threaten her? Everly lifted her head high and p