bChapter /bb235 /b

    bChapter /bb235 /b

    DORA’S POV

    bThe /bmoment I stepped through the front door, the air in the living room felt heavy, almost too warm for my liking. My heels clicked bsharply /bbagainst /bthe tiled floor, announcing fmy arrival before I even spoke. My parents were both seated, my father sunk deep into the couch bwith /bthe evening bnewspaper /bopen in his hands, and my mother curled up in the armchair, watching me like she’d been waiting for this exact moment.

    “How did it go?” my dad asked, his voice calm, though his eyes flicked up from the paper just long enough to read the storm in my expression.

    bMy /banger was still raw fresh and burning like a wound that wouldn’t stop bleeding. I had just returned from seeing Adrian, and the encounter bhadn’t /bgone anything like I had imagined. The reality of it gnawed at me. I had been so sure I could make him listen.

    I dropped my purse onto the coffee table with a little too much force and crossed my arms. “Do you think if it went well, I’d be in this kind of mood?” bMy /btone was sharp, and even I could hear the bite in it.

    My father’s jaw tightened slightly, but he didn’tment. My mother, however, leaned forward. “What did you do wrong?” she asked.

    1 spun toward her, the heat in my chest ring. “What did I do wrong? I didn’t do anything wrong. I was at my nicest, Mom–I tried being very caring. bI /bwas patient. I didn’t even bring up the past. And yet, he just pushed me away like he always does.”

    “You know,” she began softly, “I think it’s difficult right now, but I’m sure he’ll get back to his senses ande around.”

    I stared at her, my eyes narrowing. I knew she was only trying to cheer me up, to throw me a lifeline in my frustration, but her words felt more like sugar- coated lies. Lies meant to keep me from facing the truth – the truth that Adrian wasn’t going to magically change his mind just because I smiled more.

    “He won’t,” I said tly. My voice was cold enough to make my father fold his newspaper in half and nce between us. “bNot /buntil I do what’s necessary.”

    My mother frowned slightly, like she wanted to pry, but before she could open her mouth, my phone gave a sharp beep. The sound sliced through my bad mood like a needle popping a balloon.

    I didn’t need to check who it was. My gut told me before I even pulled it from my purse. Speak of the devil. The assassin had finally decided to remember I existed. Days of silence, no updates, nothing – and now this.

    “Give me a moment,” I muttered, already pushing myself off the couch. I didn’t wait for either of them to respond. I could feel their eyes following bme /bas I walked briskly down the hallway and into my room.

    The moment I shut the door behind me, I exhaled heavily, locking out their presence. This wasn’t ba /bconversation meant for casual living room chatter. This was serious, and it needed privacy.

    I sat on the edge of my bed, unlocked my phone, and without a second thought, I called his number. If he thought I was going to waste more time with back–and–forth texting, he was mistaken.

    It rang for a few seconds before he finally picked up.

    “Guess you finally remembered me today,” I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

    “Sorry I took this long,” he replied,pletely unbothered by my tone. “I was gathering my team back together. Even they bwere /bbsurprised /bbto /bbhear /bbfrom /bme again. Luckily, we all shared thest payment you gave me, so I don’t need to pay them for anything. And also…” He paused bjust /bblong /bbenough /bbfor /bbme /bto notice the shift in his tone. “I did another gathering on Olivia.”

    My brows shot up at that. “Okay… I’m listening,” said, leaning back slightly on my bed, letting my curiosity override my irritationb. /b

    “Alright,” he continued, “so you know I said it would be hard getting to her now that she’s a billionaire, right?”

    “Yes…” I answered, impatiently…

    “Well, two days from now, she’s going to be hosting an opening ceremony for her newpany branch. bNow/bb, /bbthere/bb…/bb” /bbhe paused /bbfor /bbemphasis /bb“/bbshe /b

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    bwould /bbbe /bbessible/bb. /bbEasy /bbto /bget to.”

    I brubbed /bmy temple, considering the information. “Yeah, but you’re forgetting one problem. You’ll be in the open. That ce will be bflooded /bbwith /bbusinessmen and women. Cameras. Witnesses. You can’t just stroll in and…”

    “I know that,” he interrupted, his tone cool, like he’d already thought this through. “But that won’t be a problem. There won’t be bthat /bmany bpeople /bther and trust me – it’s going to feel more like a robbery than an assassination.”

    I frowned. “What do you mean?”

    “When everyone’s inside, my men and I wille in with masks. We’ll make it look like we’re there for the money. Tell them to hand over their wallets, jewelry- the usual. Then, while everyone’s panicking, I’ll just shoot Olivia in the head. Use her as an example that we’re not there to joke aroundb. /bOnce we make sure she’s dead, we leave before the cops even get the chance to respond. And we still get paid. It’s a win–win.”

    I went silent for a moment, my mind processing the sheer boldness of his n. It was brutal. Messy. Risky. But… effective. If he pulled it off, Olivia bwould /bbe gone, and all this tension all these sleepless nights–would finally end.

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    But there was a part of me that couldn’t help but think about the chaos it would unleash. The media would explode. People would ask questionsb. /bbBut /bmaybe… maybe that was exactly what I needed.

    “I mean we also came up with another way if you don’t like this one or if you feel this is too much, we could sneak in and probably poison her drinkb, /bbno /bone would know, they’ll just see her drop to the fucking floor and that’s it,” he said.

    “And what if someone else takes her drink or she doesn’t end up drinking it? You fail again like thest time, this isn’t some sci–fi movie okay.” I said the frustration growing in my tone.

    “So we’re going with the first n,” he asked.

    “yes, thats alright I guess, by the way, about the ceremony, do you have the address” I asked.

    “Of course,i” /ihe replied.

    “And is there a special invitation required to go in or anyone dressed like he’s à billionaire can just walk in?”

    He let out a smallugh hearing what I said before he replied “There’s no invitation required, just look good and you cane in.” he replied.

    If that was the case then I better save up more cash to get myself a good outfit because I’ll be going to that ceremony too.

    There was ino /iroom for another mistake from the guys, Olivia already knows Adrian tried to kill her which is why she would keep her guards up, so if they fail again we might never get the chance to remove her from this world once and for all.

    I’ll go and make sure they actually get the ijob /idone.