Betrayal

"Felix?"

"Yes, Father?"

"Next week, you will be having your formal announcement for getting married with you wife, and... there are reporters, make sure not to get into trouble," his father uttered.

"I know, father."

In the dimly lit study of the Anderson residence, Eric leaned back in his leather chair, a sly grin playing on his lips as he and Charlotte hatched their sinister plan. The room was filled with the scent of aged mahogany and the soft glow of antique lamps, casting an eerie ambiance over the scene.

"So, Charlotte," Eric said, his voice low and conspiratorial, "we need to play this smart. We can't leave any room for mistakes. Once Marianne is out of the picture, Felix will come running back to me for support, and that business will be mine again."

Charlotte, dressed impeccably in a sharp suit that mirrored Eric's ruthless demeanor, nodded in agreement. "Absolutely, Eric. We have to be strategic and discreet. We can't afford any slip-ups. What's our first move?"

Eric