Chapter 10

               ☆Samira☆

I found myself locked in my office, closely updating the target list which I had intended to complete during my first week of freedom, but things were not looking good.

The only accomplishment was successfully sending my family out of the country.

Meanwhile, Kate and Daniel were back in the country, and Kate was busy showcasing her brand new Mercedes Benz E Class across social media, showering her flawless husband with gratitude for all to witness. 

This woman was swapping cars like outfits, and her perfect spouse was right there, ensuring she lived a life fit for royalty.

Indeed, Daniel was now the perfect man. No infidelities, his business dealings were spotless. It was as if he had sacrificed me to transform into this ideal man.

I had nothing to leverage against his empire. 

After four years of watching their relationship, I was shocked to find they had never cheated on each other. 

David had steered clear of any illegal activities or money laundering. He had cleaned up remarkably well, and I hated that aspect of him.

 I despised that he had become a good man, leaving me with no dirt to exploit. I felt trapped, and to make matters worse, I lacked the funds to buy his suppliers.

I desperately needed Cameron's financial support, but she was avoiding me like the plague, ignoring my calls. 

I had hoped she would have calmed down by now, but I was mistaken. She was preoccupied with some new inmate, having found my replacement even before my release. 

I wasn’t offended, after all, she was a heartless psycho. 

The temptation to exhume that grave was growing stronger.

Everything would come crashing down if Kate ended up pregnant. I could sense it. 

I shut my laptop, trying to gather my thoughts, but it didn’t take long for clarity to strike.

With determination, I snatched my keys and phone, sending off a message to one of my surveillance operatives.

“Infect the gynecologist overseeing Kate's IVF with tuberculosis. We need him out of the office for a month,” I ordered. 

I was already a week behind, Kate’s fertility journey was going to be delayed by a month. 

A wicked grin spread across my face as I sent another text: “And let Cameron know I’m ready.” 

Yes, I was prepared to invade the grave of Cameron's unfaithful husband. It wasn’t as if he was a good man, he was just as much a cheat as Daniel, a filthy scoundrel.

I drove straight to the cemetery, with the intention of surveying the grave, curious about how I was going to dig it up without being noticed.

I searched the area for the grave number and to my surprise it was in a corner, surrounded by trees.

Perfect location for vandalising.

 Just then, my phone buzzed, it was the prison calling.

 I quickly answered. “At last, you’ve regained your senses, but it took you far too long, and now time is a luxury you can’t afford,” Cameron's voice came through. 

She was right. 

“I’m at the grave,” I replied.

 “Dig on Sunday night, no one works on Sundays. And don’t forget my request,” she instructed.

 “That’s unnecessary,” I protested. 

“Come and get my used tampons and condoms, and don’t forget my rib,” she shot back before hanging up.

 “Damn it!” I swore under my breath. But I had no choice. 

Both Kate and Daniel had done far worse to secure their lives than throwing used tampons in a cheats grave or was the planking out of the rib more cruel?

I drove to the prison and collected the items she wanted me to toss in and, precisely at midnight, I found myself digging up a stranger’s grave.

 The earth was tough, but my time in the prison gym and sheer determination pushed me through until I finally struck the coffin. 

That was after two grueling hours, I was filthy, drained, and the foul odor seeped through my two face masks.

 To my shock, the coffin was intact and appeared to be made of metal. 

I gave it a cautious tap.

 That lunatic had buried him in metal to safeguard the money. 

I geared myself up for the stench, I opened it, but the smell was overwhelming, and I couldn’t hold back. I had to puke several times. This was what she wanted, to desecrate his final resting place. 

But I needed to leave now. Gathering my composure, I  searched through the coffin for a bag, a container, anything, but found nothing. That crazy woman! She never provided specifics. 

I swore I was…

Then something caught my eye, glinting in the dim light. I picked it up, and my heart skipped a beat. It was a diamond… no no no, a lot of diamonds. 

Naturally, it had to be diamonds, one of the toughest substances on Earth. Even after centuries, diamonds would remain untouched. 

They were all over, scattered beneath the body which was now nothing but skeletal bones. 

Cameron truly intended to violate this man’s peace, but I had no choice. I held my breath, removed the body, and began stuffing the diamonds into my bag without caring if it was dirtied or mingled with remains. 

Once I had collected every last gem, I returned the body back inside the coffin.

 I did not forget to take a rib, actually, I took two to appease the little demon I was working with. 

I poured her urine, used tampons and condoms, and whatever else was in the bottle over the bones before covering it up.

By the time I finished putting the soil back, it was morning. I was so exhausted that I had to limp back to my car, with no time to rest.

I sped straight to my hotel, tossed my bag onto the bed, and lay down beside it. 

When I finally opened my eyes, the afternoon sun was pouring in. 

I closed my eyes, trying to hide from the sun. I turned to the other side and picked up my phone only to find a lot of missed calls from Cameron and our crew.

 She was probably losing her mind. I quickly dialed her number to ease her worries

 “Did you disturb the grave? And my rib?” she replied.

 I couldn’t help but laugh, this woman was solely focused on her ex's remains and not the diamonds. 

“I got you two ribs,  you can craft a couple of knives,” I shot back. 

She let out a loud scream, “I’m going to make a necklace and a knife, thank you so much ginger, in hell I will take up all your punishment!”

 I rolled my eyes, “You didn’t even check if I was okay, I smell like a decaying body!” 

“You should come over, I want to smell what that fool smells like in death!” 

I scoffed and got off the bed. I had no time for her antics. “How do I turn these diamonds into cash?” I asked.

“Write down this number, call him, and he’ll walk you through it,” she instructed.

 I quickly noted the number and her directions, then washed the diamonds as she advised and laid them out to dry before finally heading for a shower.

I soaked myself in a mountain of soaps and body foams, yet the foul odor clung to me stubbornly, lingering even after I washed myself in perfume.

 It felt like the stench had seeped into my very throat. I knew it wouldn’t be easy to shake off, but I had enemies to deal with. 

I dropped off Cameron's things, and the next morning, I sold part of the diamonds. 

The first payment was paid in cash, Ten million dollars while the next payment would be in two weeks. I only sold two billion worth of the diamonds.

The rest of the diamonds I stashed in a safety deposit box.

 I was exhausted, but as the saying goes, there was no rest for the wicked. It was time to buy off those fishermen.

Daniel was not going to know what hit him. I made my calls and instructed my men to arrange meetings with the local fishermen. 

Despite Daniel having his own boats, 54% of his seafood supply came from local fishermen, who sold to him at rock-  bottom prices. I intended to double the price. 

When I arrived at the meeting spot, it was buzzing with fishermen. I didn’t want to waste any time. I went straight to the point and asked those who wanted to sell to leave their account numbers. No debates, no questions, no drama. It was all about the money.

I was doubling whatever they had in their boats. I did not care if it was sardines, I was buying everything.

By the time I got home, a message beeped, half the fishermen left their account details. 

Another message popped up, “The doctor is down with a fever and awaiting results.” 

I quickly replied, “Will the result be positive for tuberculosis?”

 “Yes, his sample was contaminated with the bacteria, and all his physical contacts, including Kate, will be quarantined, preventing her from seeing a new doctor.” 

I nearly jumped for joy but managed to keep my composure.

 I thanked the man and set my phone aside.

 It was time for a makeover and a shopping spree. I needed to embody the image of the wealthy CEO of Sam Seafood Limited, and of course, I wanted to look irresistible for Daniel.

Our long awaited reunion was near.