DANTEwas married to Clifford, I made a strategic decision to withhold this information from her for the time being. Instead, I devised a plan to accomplish two crucial objectives simultaneously. Firstly, I aimed to exploit Lisa's presence in my house to uncover the identity of the other mole who had infiltrated my domain. Secondly, I intended to utilize her unsuspecting involvement to permanently eliminate Officer Clifford, who had become a thorn in my side, both personally and professionally.Executing this intricate plan required establishing a close bond with Lisa. It was imperative to gain her trust and proximity. As a result, I found myself seated across from her at a beautifully set dinner table, engrossed in an evening of captivating conversation.While engrossed in our discussion, the distinctive sound of a notification chimed on my phone, grabbing my attention. Curiosity piqued, I swiftly tapped on the message icon, revealing a text from Tom. He informed me that the listenin

DANTEGenevieve and Xavier coach? Why is the list getting fucking long?I glanced at my luxurious Rolex watch, feeling the weight of impatience settling in. Despite only sitting here for a mere two minutes, it felt as though time was dragging on like an eternity. Frustration etched its way across my face as I turned to Tom, my trusted ally in the world of hacking."How much longer do you need to crack their damn system?" I asked, my voice tinged with annoyance."Just a little more time, boss," Tom replied, his fingers dancing across the keyboard with practiced precision.Ever since Nat had provided us with the names of our targets and the hotel they were staying at, Tom had been tirelessly working to breach their digital defenses. We needed to obtain their room number to execute our plan flawlessly."Boss, I've managed to uncover some information," Tom finally spoke up, breaking the tension in the air. "I found a couple named Desmond and Genevieve Bills, but there's no trace of anyone

ANNAToday was the long-awaited day when we finally secured an appointment with the elusive Mr. Peterson. I meticulously took my time getting ready, determined not to appear desperate or destitute. After all, if I was going to present myself as Mr. Thompson's daughter, I needed to look the part.Emerging from the closet, Xavier looked dashing in his impeccably tailored tuxedo. "Are you still getting ready, Anna?" he teased, gesturing toward his wristwatch. "You've been at it for two hours. Remember, we're not there to impress Mr. Patterson."Applying the final touches to my makeup, I glanced at Xavier with determination. "I refuse to enter that room resembling a beggar or a lost soul, especially when it concerns my father's wealth."Xavier's voice carried a hint of skepticism. "We can't even be certain if your father has anything left to inherit."Slipping into my elegant heels, I stood tall. "I'm stepping into that meeting with the hope that my father possesses an island, as it's the

ANNASquirming ever so slightly in my seat, I grappled with the decision before me. "Anna is just fine," I finally replied, opting for simplicity."Okay, Miss Anna, how may I assist you?" Mr. Peterson inquired, his voice carrying a sense of sincere curiosity.Summoning my courage, I realized that this was the pivotal moment to reveal the purpose of my visit. Taking a deep breath, I spoke earnestly, "I am here today concerning my late father, Dr. Victor Graham Thompson."Mr. Peterson maintained his composure, showing no outward signs of surprise or alarm at my revelation. Instead, he continued to gaze at me, his eyes focused and discerning. "Miss Anna, over the course of my career, numerous women and young ladies have walked into my office, claiming to be Anna Thompson. They presented me with evidence, often fabricated, to support their claims. So, forgive me for being cautious when it comes to accepting someone who isn't even certain of her own name," he explained, his words measured

DANTEAs the realization washed over me, a newfound understanding emerged. It became clear that her fear wasn't directed towards me personally, but rather for Xavier and his family. She trembled at the thought of what I might do to them, which explained her cautious demeanor. "Don't concern yourself with the ambulance," I assured her, "I'll have David attend to Xavier. In return, would you be willing to join me in my suite? We can have an uninterrupted conversation." I considered adding the suggestion of making love to our agenda, but I decided to keep that desire concealed, fearing it might frighten her away. If circumstances played out favorably, perhaps she might share that intimacy with me. Suppressing the growing excitement that caused a bulge in my pants, I adjusted myself discreetly, ensuring it went unnoticed.Her gaze shifted between Xavier and me, and finally, she acquiesced, saying, "Fine, call David. Once he starts treatment, I'll accompany you."I signaled one of my men t