Novel & Cerita His Lost Queen Annie Whipple

“You should have done your research beforehand. Perhaps you won’t fail stealing from another mafia.” He grunted. “Who are you?” She finally withdrew her gun and squatted down to his level. The confidence of this woman was beyond me. “Allow me to introduce myself. La regina. The queen of the mafia.” His chuckle was taunting yet with desperation. “There is no queen in the mafia.”

Documents and screenshots exposed her history of bullying, underhanded schemes, and the intricate web of blackmail she had woven to maintain her power. The school, once under her sway, turned against her almost instantly. Whispers spread like wildfire, and Katarina, who had once commanded attention and admiration, found herself the target of disgust and disdain. The carefully curated image of the queen bee shattered, leaving her influence in ruins. Overnight, her name became synonymous with deceit, her reign of terror toppled under the weight of undeniable truths. Still, Chris wasn’t satisfied with just tarnishing her image—she needed to experience the isolation and shame she had inflicted o

Elisa barely had time to process her departure before the others rushed back in, but Annie was already gone—headed somewhere she knew Kieran and Kara wouldn’t dare stop her. The Packhouse – Torture Room Annie’s fingers curled around the leather whip. It was still damp with Elisa’s blood. She barely breathed as she walked through the dark halls, her rage keeping her steady. She knew exactly where she was going. When she reached Izzy’s quarters, she didn’t knock. She slammed the door open. Inside, Kimmelly had just stepped out of the bathroom, her damp hair clinging to her neck. The moment she saw Annie—saw the whip in her hand—her eyes went wide with terror.

Annie Osmond had already recorded footage of Quentin and his men causing a disturbance just moments earlier. "Annie." Everyone gasped in disbelief. Annie was Willow's recently hired assistant. It explained why she hadn't been spotted since the company's opening ceremony. "Mr. Strand, do you seriously think you can talk your way out of this if we decide to call the police?" Willow questioned. Quentin's expression shifted from fury to a stark paleness. "I don't need anyone to stand up for me. I stand firmly on my own," Willow stated. "Willow, you're remarkably shrewd. How did I overlook your true nature for so long?" Quentin sneered.