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Why would you do that?! you should not have.” Neva’s voice trembled. “That wasn’t part of the plan, I don’t remember this being included!” Calla only smiled, eerily calm amidst the chaos. She plucked a napkin from the cupboard and began dabbing away the flecks of blood staining her face and hands. “It wasn’t part of the plan, Neva. Me getting married and being sentenced to jail wasn't part of my plan but it was part of theirs." she said simply, her tone almost playful. “I did what I wanted. If you care about keeping him alive, tell the hotel staff to call an ambulance or whatever. I couldn’t care less.” Calla walked out of the room and Neva followed. She instructed one of the guards to notify the hotel, as they got in the car. Neva sighed "Calla you need to learn to follow your plans, I—" “Not now, Not now. You won't tell me what I was supposed to do !” Calla snapped, cutting her off. Her eyes blazed with anger, daring Neva to say another word. With that, Calla turned and

Then they removed the second, third, and fourth, the men sacks from their heads. Calla’s eyes widened. “I know these faces…” Killian nodded slowly, a smug curve on his lips. “Of course you do. Apart from Mascot, who was not so lucky enough to go on that little trip and you handled him, they are the remaining top shareholders in Damien’s company from your list. Familiar, aren’t they? The very men Damien used to cover filth with filth. The ones he shielded so carefully. The ones who laughed at you.” Calla’s hand clenched into a fist. “Killian… you, I thought I said I was going to handle everything myself.” “Yes.” He stepped closer, brushing her cheek with the back of his knuckles. “And that’s exactly what you’re going to do. Look around, Calla. They were all literally close by. Mascot you handled beautifully. And now these, these are your next test subjects.” “Kill…an—” Calla started, her voice trembling. He cut her off with a low command: “Open the box.” Her heart raced as she r

Call turned to leave as a guard followed her, showing her the way to Killian's office, when they got there. The guard bowed low and extended the brown envelope. “Ma’am,” he said, handing Calla the documents. She barely glanced at him before pushing the door into Killian’s office. The man was lounging in his chair, a drink in one hand, his eyes glued to the massive wall of CCTV screens. Calla dropped the envelope on his desk. “Here. Your precious documents. Signed, sealed, bloody delivered.” Killian looked up with a smirk. “You are so scary.” “Scary?” Calla raised a brow, walking closer. “Don’t tell me—” Her eyes flicked toward the wall of monitors. “You were watching me?” Killian swirled his glass lazily. “What can I say? A man enjoys a good show.” “You creep,” Calla muttered, reaching for the drink he was nursing. Before he could move, she tipped the glass back and swallowed. Her eyes watered instantly. “Damn! That’s strong.” “I was about to tell you that,” Killian said, smir

He pushed her higher and higher, until she was hovering on the precipice of orgasm. And then, just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, he stopped. “No!” she cried out, frustration and need warring inside her. “Please, Killian, don’t stop!” He chuckled, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh. “So eager,” he murmured. “But we’re just getting started.” Killian said as he stood up to pick something else from the shelf, a blindfold and a vibrator. Calla watched him with a mix of anticipation and trepidation. She had no idea on what he was about to do next. “Ready, baby?” he asked, his eyes gleaming with desire. She nodded, lickingher suddenly dry lips. “Ready.” Killian smiled, leaning down to blindfold her. The world went dark, heightening her other senses. She felt the bed shift as Killian moved, and then his hands were on her again, warm and demanding. She gasped as she felt the vibrator, small but powerful, press against her clit. Killian turned it on, the low hum fill

chapter is dedicated to all my readers.. I love y'all muah. ***** Soon later, Pierre arrived and now he circled Calla like an artist working on his masterpiece. “Stand still, madam,” Pierre said, holding up a sleek blackdress. “This one. Strong, sharp, elegant. It says power. Kill. domineering.” Calla raised an eyebrow. “Does it also say ‘I’m here to destroy Damien Calloway. I'm here to take back everything you stole from me ’?” Pierre gasped dramatically. “Oh, it screams it everything , every wicked plan you have in store. Trust me.” Calla chuckled. “ Great, then nothing to waste time on. let’s go with it.” He helped her into the dress, smoothing the fabric against her curves. Then he added silver earrings, a matching necklace, and high heels that clicked loudly against the floor. “Perfecto, you're just so stunning, you're a born queen mi amor” Pierre whispered. “Now the hair. what shall we do to the hair.” He brushed her long dark hair, twisting it into a neat bun bu