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Only my father and I knew of it and if they had been discovered, the company would have taken a big hit. “So, tell us, Miss Mel?” Another curly hair man spoke. “What do you do?” Shit! We hadn’t thought of that. I open my mouth to speak, but Mel starts. “I am without a job at the moment, focusing on my upcoming wedding and marriage for now.” She blushes. “But I have dabbled in managerial positions before. My last job was managing a lucrative bar down town of Tuscany. Wonderful place. Lucky too, I must say as it led me to my Rio.” She flutters her lashes at me.

Elise said quietly. Selena looked at her with doubt and Elise shrugged, “ I for one don’t like Amanda at all. I guess she is also a lousy employer too.” Elise asked and the lady nodded and spoke in a gentle voice. “Actually the real truth is that, I am Melissa ,an actual spy under the commission of Secret Special Force, Amanda took my mate and blackmailed me into working for her when I tried to get him back. She set up some humans to make a sex clip with me in it and threatened to show my mate. Since then I have been her slave.” the lady said breaking into sobs.

But as if the universe couldn't stand to see me at peace, a sharp, nasal voice cut through the air, curdling the moment instantly. “Well, well.” My stomach dropped into my shoes. I didn't even need to look up to recognize the scent of expensive perfume and malice. “Look who it is,” the voice drawled mockingly. “The invisible wife.” Clara stiffened beside me. I slowly turned my head. Melissa stood a few feet away, draped in a skin-tight white dress that likely cost more than my entire year’s salary as a caregiver. Beside her stood one of her "lapdog" friends, already poised to laugh at whatever came out of Melissa’s mouth.

A pause. “This ends one way,” Melissa continued. “With my name clean or with theirs destroyed.” As night fell, Melissa returned home alone. She stood on the balcony, the city lights stretching endlessly, and allowed herself one quiet thought of the woman she used to be the one who begged, waited, forgave too much. That woman was gone. Her phone buzzed. Unknown number. She didn’t ignore it this time. A single message appeared. You should have stayed hidden. Melissa typed back slowly.

Melissa's social media showed that she was in Dubaria. She bragged about her first-class ticket with a post that said, [Making the right choice is everything!] However, when I checked my social media, I could not see her posts anymore. She had blocked me. Then, a friend sent me Melissa's latest post and asked if I was okay. Melissa had written that just because she was marrying a prince did not mean she was dumb. She said, [Since we're not friends anymore, don't you dare come crawling back to me when you're in trouble. I consider it bad luck!]

*** As soon as the door in Tyler’s office swayed open, a tear escaped from me as Melissa gently ran and gave me the tightest hug a woman has ever given to me. Even my ‘sister’ and ‘mother’ never gave me a hug. Cara was the only female who hugged me every time we both watched a horror movie. “You look dashing.” Melissa pinched my nose as her palms traveled across my lavender pearl dress, where the gap between my breasts are widely open, giving every man a nice view of my cleavage. Even the cheeks of Nicole’s husband warmed upon seeing me back at the lobby. “If I look dashing, how much more you in that royal blue dress?! You look like the late Princess Diana!” A smile blossomed in the face of

Imogen's face twisted with disgust “I filmed everything quietly so she wouldn't see me. Then I heard her father coming; I hid while he lashed out at her. I knew Melissa would do something stupid, so I stuck around, taking pictures of how she tried to overdose her father to death” “I kept it with me because I knew a time would come when I would need it, so when Melissa said she was leaving you, I used it on her. It was just unfortunate that she overhead Petro talking to me; I couldn’t let her expose my secrets; I did what must be done.”

Melissa had been using her foreknowledge about Essi to get into a good conversation with Oneil. “She’s calling you again,” even Gwyneth is getting irritated now. “She was really able to get your number.” Gwyneth suggests that Oneil must proceed on adding Melissa’s contact number to his blacklist. But Oneil cannot do that because of her relations to the Oda Infrastructures. “Melissa’s too interested to you, don’t you see?” Oneil didn’t bother looking at his cousin. He only continued rolling the pen on his right hand while holding out Marika’s phone on his left.

"Then there’s the obvious fact that I finally have a tiny chance." Melissa is a cheerful brunette with black eyes that can melt a mountain of ice. Although she’s joking, I realize she is quite similar to the women Rhys made scandalous headlines with in the past. Even if nothing came of any of those relationships, she is his type. At least more than I am. Perhaps if he offered her the fake engagement deal, he would end up attracted to her. "Kira?" Melissa waves a hand in front of my face. I brighten up, forcefully shoving the thoughts off my mind.