Chris’s grip tightened on my arm, his eyes flashing with frustration, concern, and annoyance. “I need to know what’s going on, Linda. You can’t keep shutting me out like this.” I struggled against his hold, but he was strong. He was holding me tight enough so I could not get away, but not too tight that I would be in physical pain. “Chris, I have nothing to tell. Deal with that, won’t you?” I raised my voice a bit, still trying to get free. “Lies, lies, and even more lies. You ran out of here as if your life depended on it. I saw it all on the security footage, Linda. Why won’t you just tell me the truth? I’m your husband.” I chewed on his words in my mind for a few seconds. But honestly, not telling him would be for his own good. He would be safer that way. My parents would be safer that way. I would be safer that way. So there was no way I would explain what I had done to him, maybe except if Fallon gave me permission, which I highly doubted would ever happen. I shook my head s

After those few seconds of acknowledging my presence, he peeled his eyes off me and walked away. I released a heavy sigh and swallowed hard. This was not easy. I loved him. I really did, so our marriage being like this right now was killing me. I decided to get myself out of the house, remembering that I did not have all the time in the world. As I stepped out into the cool air, I could not help but feel a sense of foreboding wash over me. The walk to the front gate was quiet and only a few guards looked my way, not trying to stop me in any way. I knew that I needed a car but I did not want to use one of Chris’s cars. Not like I was not allowed because we were not on good terms, but because I did not want to make things worse than they already were. So finding a cab was my plan it would be the way I would get to the club. Glancing at my watch and seeing that it was already past 11:30 PM, I haired the cab, and gave the driver the address for Vogue’s, my mind racing with thoughts o

With Fallon’s chilling instructions echoing in my mind, I felt a wave of panic crash over me. How could I possibly carry out such a task? I was no killer; I was just an ordinary woman caught up in a nightmare of lies and deceit. She flashed me a cold smile before walking away, leaving me standing there by myself with so many thoughts running through my mind. What was I supposed to do now? At first, when I had the CEO killed, I did not do it on my own. I had help from Maddie, Jojo, and the guy in the suit. But now, I was alone and the pressure was killing me. The risks were high and I was in no way trained for this. But again, time was running out and I could not afford to hesitate any longer. Taking a deep breath, I tried to push aside the fear and uncertainty clouding my mind. I needed a plan, a way to approach this situation without putting myself or anyone else in danger. But every idea that crossed my mind seemed futile and reckless. With trembling hands, I reached for my ph

I continued to play my part, feigning a mix of annoyance and seduction as I leaned against Victor, waiting for the tension to ease. There were obstacles, but everything was still going according to plan; not that I had some fixed plan anyway. As the guards reluctantly stepped aside, he led me away, his presence as a shield against any further interference. With each step, I knew that this was getting more real. Once out of earshot, Victor turned to me, a smirk playing on his lips. “Looks like we’re free to go,” He said, his voice tinged with amusement. “You handle pressure quite well.” He seemed pleased. I forced a smile, masking the turmoil within. “Just part of the game,” I replied, my tone casual despite the turmoil brewing beneath the surface. We walked out of the club until we reached the parking area. “Damn, I want to f*ck you so bad,” He said to me as we walked to his car. But I did not want us to use his car, it could tracked. I did not want anything to lead back to me. “

My heart raced as Victor’s eyes blazed with fury. I scrambled to my feet, clutching the razor tightly, my mind racing for an escape plan. Because how in the world was I going to fight this man who looked like he could lift ten times my weight in the gym.But before I could even take a step, Victor lunged at me with a ferocity that sent chills down my spine. I dodged his attack just in time, feeling the rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins. I was going to die!With trembling hands, I held up the razor defensively, ready to use it if necessary. This was so much different; so much chaotic than when I had to deal with the CEO. “You think you can betray me?” Victor’s voice was a menacing growl as he advanced towards me, his eyes glinting with malice. “You’re nothing but a worthless tramp!” His words stung, even though I knew that I was not who he had said I was. But the thing was, at this point, could I say I was not? In order to do Fallon’s bidding, I had to throw myself at me