Dangerous Temptation

3 years Later… On a cold night filled with the sound of the howling winds and the night owls, Silvester was walking around the city as he tried to find the culprit who killed his wife. Three years after her death, she was still not given justice. The case was dropped suddenly and he couldn't do anything to give his wife the justice she deserves.    Despite being a lawyer, he is now carrying a gun behind his pocket as he silently scans people around. An anonymous man gave him the location of the culprit. Despite doubting the caller, he still agreed to go. This might be the only chance he can find the person behind the assassination.    Wearing black genes and a dark blue hoodie, he followed behind people to see who looked suspicious enough that he would find them highly skeptical. If the culprit sees him, they'll surely tremble from guilt.   He accidentally bumps into someone while walking. He s

Dianne woke up with a massive headache due to drinking all night. Upon opening her eyes, she was horrified to see herself in a completely strange house. "Please, tell me it wasn't a one-night stand," she whispered under her breath. She took a deep breath and looked under the sheets and saw she was wearing different clothes. Her face suddenly became pale and she stood up from the bed, dizzy as fuck. She looked around the room and noticed it was an extravagant room, probably the master's bedroom. She took her phone and wallet on the side table. She gulped and breathed heavily before walking to the dresser where a picture frame is turned to the fall. She shakily grabbed it before turning it around before the shock made her fall to the ground. "Holy-" She covered her mouth in horror as she stared at the picture of her ex-boyfriend and his late wife, Chloe, in a happy portrait in Paris. She stood up from the ground as her heartbeat was rapid. She got out of the room and came face to

SILVESTER couldn't forget the way Dianne presented herself. Her red hair, ocean eyes, and tattoos on her back were something he could never forget. Marks of lashes are evident under the tattoos. Was she ever tortured? He closed his eyes as he imagined the tattoos again. They weren't merely accessories to her, she didn't just get them because she liked tattoos. But rather, she got them to cover the wounds of her past. "Who really are you, Dianne?" he asked himself as he stared at his ceiling. He splashed his face with water before he got ready. He put on his suit before fixing his tie. Is she really a secret agent? Should I tell this to the police? What if she's not? I'm an attorney, I can't let a criminal get their way, he thought to himself. But I also don't want her to get in trouble… he thought further. He sighed heavily, not knowing what to do. A knock on his door interrupted him and he went to check who it was. He looked through the peephole of his door and saw a man in a s

Dianne let all her emotions out before the following morning came. Cry now, be a bad bitch later is what she always says. They have another mission, and she chose to come. She can command members to do it for her but she loves the thrill. She's probably the only leader that gets herself in the action than just sit and watch her goons do it for her. "I can't let our paths cross again," said Dianne, talking about her first love. She slapped her cheeks a couple of times before shaking her body. "Forget about it, focus on what's ahead," she told herself in the mirror before smiling. She's wearing black pants and a black hoodie that has knives hidden inside in case she needs it. Since her hair is red, it is too noticeable so she wore a black wig to hide her identity. Once she was finished, she called Harrison to meet her at the underground garage. She didn't get ready in her house, she stayed the night at one of their headquarters while Harrison worked and looked after her. She sigh

Another two months had passed and everything was at peace. The syndicate was in a safe zone, and her company was going well. It was too perfect to be true but she was enjoying the pleasure of the peaceful environment she thought she wouldn't experience. Until a defamation case occurred. "What is it now?" The annoyance is heard in her voice as Angelica hands her a tablet with a news article about their company. She seemed nervous to see Dianne's reaction as she should. Dianne slammed her hands on the table before standing up. She furiously walks out of her office while Angelica, her assistant in the company, follows behind her. "Reporters are waiting outside for an announcement," she whispered."Clear the way, I don't want a single reporter a meter near me," she ordered and her assistant immediately called the guards to tell them what to do. Her heels echoed as the employees in her company moved out of her way. She's a kind CEO yet deadly when messed with. Once the guards opened th