Isabella ate to her satisfaction at the hotel restaurant. Without any further delay, she rose from the table where she had been sitting comfortably and walked back to her hotel room."How was your dinner?" Alexa suddenly asked."It’s perfect, Alexa," Isabella replied."How I wish I had a taste of it," Alexa said."Sometimes it’s sad that our wishes never come true," Isabella said."What do you mean?" Alexa asked."You have no mouth for food, Alexa; you can’t even be seen in person. So, give up and only remain the best at finding information. That is your primary assignment," Isabella said.Though what Isabella said and how she said it made Alexa somewhat sad, it did not mean she would say anything more."Do you wonder what Ethan Mark will be doing right now?"Now, thinking about it, Isabella wanted to know what Ethan was up to at this moment. She went to one of the tables in her hotel room and verified where she had placed the microphone she had earlier purchased. Then she went back t
Isabella delicately maneuvered the microscope, sweeping it slowly across the sprawling mansion’s grounds, like a detective combing a crime scene for clues. Her heart quickened when she first caught sight of Ethan’s private guards, aside from the private guards in the compound of Ethan Mark's mansion.In this way, the private guards inside the mansion stood rigid at different points, like statues guarding a priceless treasure. slowly turning their heads around in the perfect security of Ethan Mark.Then, with patience and determination, the lens revealed Mr. Smith like a hidden gem unearthed from the depths of a mysterious cave."The trusted associate of Ethan, how are you?" Isabella muttered, her voice as soft as a whispered secret in the stillness of the night. Her anticipation built as she continued to explore through the lens, inch by inch, until she finally found Ethan himself."Now, there goes the big boss himself," she muttered again.Isabella saw that Ethan was in a well-appoin
In her understanding of what Alexa had taught her, Isabella had now moved on to the next lesson, which was on how to shoot a gun for the first time. As Alexa said,“Since you are now familiar with the basics of how to properly hold the pistol, you must learn how to properly shoot as a first-time user."“Now, all you have to do is squeeze the trigger after you have pointed the gun in a direction.”“What? Is that all I need to know as a first-time shooter?” Isabella asked, totally surprised by how simple Alexa's instructions sounded.“Yes, what more is there to know? You have already learned the basics of how to hold the pistol, so shooting is just a matter of squeezing the trigger. Now, do it!” Alexa instructed.However, if Isabella acted upon the instruction promptly, as Alexa had advised, it would have been a falsehood. And right at that moment, she spoke with a hesitation that hung in the air like an unresolved chord in a musical composition.“But it’s going to make a loud sound in
Closing the hotel view with a curtain, as Isabella had been instructed by Alexa after she had fired into the sky, Isabella awaited the next lesson with bated breath, like a student eagerly anticipating the wisdom of a patient and knowledgeable teacher.But even at this moment, the only thing that captured Isabella's attention was the chime sound emanating from her phone, piercing the silence like a sudden alarm in the tranquility of a dream.With this, Isabella was prompted to believe that something was wrong because the chime sound had occurred all of a sudden while Alexa was supposed to instruct her on the third lesson."Could it be that my phone is not charging and it's dead?" Isabella thought. She then strolled to the wall socket where her phone was plugged in and tapped on the screen with a touch as delicate as a butterfly landing on a flower's petal.Upon tapping on the screen, the screen brightened up, and she saw the battery percentage she now had."85%, but Alexa isn't saying
It was the next morning. Isabella opened her eyes to the soft glow of sunlight streaming through the curtain covering the hotel view. In the same way, it cast a warm and enticing light upon her hotel room.Rising to her feet like a delicate blossom unfurling its petals in the gentle morning breeze, the first thing Isabella heard was a greeting from Alexa.“Good morning, Isabella. How was your sleep? You must have been really tired yesterday; you slept and woke up at 9 a.m.""It’s 9 a.m. already?" Isabella asked for the second time, her uncertainty about the actual time akin to that of a lost sailor peering at a cloudy sky, seeking guidance from the elusive North Star.“Yes, it’s 9 a.m. according to the time on your cellphone.” Alexa spoke again. Her words are certain and convincing.“Oh!” Isabella said, wiping her faintly opened eyes with her fingers and apparently not being bothered about the time. Either way, Alexa voiced again.“I hate to bring this to your attention, Isabella, but
"Does this mean that when everything is finally over, I will have Satorial Elegance as my personal bespoke tailor?" Isabella asked, still zooming in on the man."Of course, Isabella, you will have the wealth and power to do anything you want. However, I think having Satorial Elegance as your personal bespoke tailor is not appropriate." Alexa spoke, her voice low but certain."Why?" Isabella asked, her face reflecting confusion like a puzzling labyrinth with no clear path to understanding.“Because Satorial Elegance specialises in high-end customised suits for males, not females. So when our plan becomes successful and you assume Ethan's position, you should instead engage Evelyn St. Clair.” Alexa said. "Who is she?" Isabella asked, completely unaware of that name, like a traveller in a foreign land encountering an unfamiliar dialect.“She isn't well-known around here, but she is the best in Paris. She has carved out a unique niche in the world of bespoke tailoring, specialising in cra
Isabella smiled like a happy child. How she heard Alexa praised her beauty was like a sweet injection injected into her veins. To blush was, in fact, an understatement because what happened to Isabella’s face at this moment was an expression bigger than mere blushing.In this strength, Isabella wore confidence like a garment and looked into the wardrobe. Hence, her eyes met such a good and beautiful dress she could wear to lure Ethan into her love trap. However, she was not sure about something and she asked Alexa.“Alexa, the dresses in this closet are not originally mine. They were provided by the hotel management. Is it safe to wear them?”“I understand your concern, Isabella, but this hotel room is not just any kind of hotel room; it is a full option that comes with many kinds of unexpected good treatments. For instance, even after you dress up, they provide you with sweet fragrances you can spray on your body, and that will make you smell like damask rose oil. So, to answer your
As she slipped into her car, she didn't wait even a second to press the start button on her car dashboard, and in no more than fifteen minutes, she was already on Ethan Mark Street like a bullet from a gun, swift and unstoppable.Pulling over on the street, closer to the gate, she stepped out of her fancy car and walked to the Ethan Mark luxurious gate. At this moment, she saw that Ethan was in the compound, and right behind him was Mr. Smith, who stretched his hand forward and opened the fancy car back seat for Ethan Mark.At the gate, there were four security guards whose eyes met the beautiful Isabella as if they had just seen an angel standing before them. Her beautiful dress, her beautiful skin, her beautiful heels—everything was crafted into a beautiful figure that made them all swallow their saliva, as if they had just tasted her sweetness.However, if the essence of Isabella’s beauty was more important than the importance of their job, it was a lie, and they quickly snapped ou
Pushing her back into her prison cell like a reluctant pawn being returned to its square on a chessboard, Isabella fell on the prison floor, resembling a fragile autumn leaf descending with a surrender to the inevitable embrace of the cold, hard ground. No matter how her voice had risen in anger towards her mother in the meeting room, she knew very well that she wanted to read the contents of the letter in the envelope and discover the help Ethan Mark had promised her. "Would he file for my release?" "Has he bought me a home as a sign of my forgiveness?" "Would he take me back as his wife?" Different questions rushed through her mind like a tumultuous river, each query cascading over the other. As she held the envelope in her hand, she sat at the corner of her cell and stared at it much more closely. In this way, she saw that the surface of the envelope bore a faint trace of handling, like a blank canvas marked only by the weight of the untold. She also observed the edges, crisp
As Isabella saw her mother through the glass panel, her eyes first peered at her face, which was fresh and glowing like a sun-kissing morning, radiating warmth and vitality. Similarly, she observed her hair, cascading strands of silk, flowing effortlessly, resembling a gentle waterfall gracing a serene landscape.But if that were all, it would be a lie. She also noticed her dress, which was as beautiful as a field of blooming flowers, each petal a vibrant hue, creating a tapestry of elegance. Likewise, her neck, ears, and wrists were adorned with jewelry, resembling constellations adorning the night sky, each piece a sparkling star in the galaxy of her elegance.Taking in this perfect image of her mother, the thought immediately struck Isabella that her mother's current appearance was the complete inverse of hers—a mess in a uniform and in a confined space, akin to a wildflower struggling to bloom in a cramped garden bed."Been a while," Victoria Sinclair said again, immediately as Is
Like a fish forced to live in the desert for the crime she had committed, Isabella's prison days wove a bleak tapestry of monotony and despair. The cold, unforgiving reality of prison life left her yearning for freedom, with each passing moment feeling like an eternity. The absence of familiar faces and the pervasive loneliness created a profound sense of desolation that permeated every aspect of her existence.Most especially, the daily beatings from her tormentor, Elara Whitewind, resembled an unrelenting storm, leaving Isabella's spirit battered and broken, akin to a shipwreck in the tempest of her despair. This was the reason she wished she had never set foot in the prison yard, mess hall, or communal bathroom ever again.However, whether she wished to visit those places or not, prison protocol had to be followed, leaving her no choice but to be present even in the devil's face if the protocol demanded it.In the dimly lit mess hall, clattering trays and hushed conversations fille
Ethan said nothing in response to Mr. Alexander's words. Instead, as if he hadn't heard him, he seized a seat on the other side of the table and crossed his left leg over his right.Yet, this did not mean he spoke at this moment. The only sound was the rhythmic tapping of his fingers on the table, as if he were playing an invisible piano.In this manner, Ethan Mark exuded authority. Gazing calmly from Mr. Alexander's feet to the tangled mess of hair atop his head, he looked at him. With a serenity akin to the gentle flow of the Nile and a voice as soft as a satisfied dove contemplating a defeated jungle lion, he suddenly spoke."Kneel and apologize."Upon hearing these words, Mr. Alexander's eyes widened in shock. He never anticipated a day when he would be asked to kneel and beg for mercy, especially from the person he had always regarded as a poor bastard.Like an enslaved cat in the presence of a lion, Mr. Alexander fell to his knees as Ethan Mark instructed, pleading, "I was a ter
Seeing how bold, tall, and dangerous this prisoner appeared and observing his audacious manner of poking at him was akin to witnessing a prowling lion, confident in its dominance, taunting its prey before the impending strike. Mr. Alexander then immediately turned his back, attempting to escape from this menacing part of the communal bathroom like a startled deer seeking refuge from the looming threat in the dark forest. "I have to run," he muttered in total fright, his voice a tremor in the echoing silence, like a desperate whisper carried away by the chilling wind of impending danger. However, if his intention was for success, it was a futile hope. "And where do you think you are running to, huh?" Another prisoner said this behind him and pushed him forward like a pawn on the unforgiving chessboard of the prison's power dynamics. As Mr. Alexander was pushed forward, he witnessed how the older prisoners immediately surrounded him. He also noticed how they revealed smirks on their c
After speaking for hours, the man who had conversed with him advised Mr. Alexander to get some sleep. He emphasized the importance of having alert eyes to observe any unfortunate events that might occur in the morning. And with that, Mr. Alexander retreated to the corner of his cell once again, burying his head in his ankle like a ship seeking refuge in the harbor of solitude, sheltering itself from the tempest of the prison's harsh reality. He sat on the ground, succumbing to a haunted sleep. *** The next morning revealed Mr. Alexander as a mere specter of resilience, marked by the weariness of a night spent in the clutches of haunted dreams, like a tattered flag fluttering weakly after enduring the relentless storm of a sleepless night. His eyes, burdened with unrest, betrayed the toll of his surroundings. Disheveled strands of hair clung to his forehead, bearing witness to the restless hours entangled in unsettling dreams. As he rose from the dark corner of his cell, his eyes fir
"Long story, man," the man answered. However, if this was all he said, it was a lie. He began to unravel his own narrative, detailing how his legs became amputated and one of his hands irreparably broken and dislocated."You see, I entered this prison as a healthy man. My crimes weren't that significant. I robbed a bank because I couldn't bear to watch my daughter suffer. We hadn't eaten for days, and robbing the bank seemed like my only option." He took a deep sigh and continued talking."Yes, you guessed right. The mission was unsuccessful, and before I knew it, I was completely surrounded by the police. I had no guns, only a knife and a dagger. I never headed to the vault but collected pieces from each person I encountered in the bank. I just wanted to be able to feed my daughter and move on with life the next day.""While being surrounded, there was nothing more I could do than raise my hands in the air and let the police apprehend me. God knows it was the biggest mistake I ever m
Arriving at the prison, Mr. Alexander saw how the prison walls were imposing, resembling a fortress of despair that stood as a testament to the shadows of society. Certainly, he shook his head in regret, as he had never been to a place this horrible before.He observed cold steel bars, like sentinels of incarceration, confining notorious men whose stories were etched in the graffiti of hardened souls. Similarly, he noticed how the air hung heavy with the weight of regret, whispers of past misdeeds echoing through the dimly lit corridors.The sounds of his handcuffs tucked in chains down to his ankle made obvious sounds as he was escorted through the corridor harboring the cells of different notorious men by two prison officers whose faces lacked smiles, as if they hadn't smiled for many notorious years. Hence, he saw individuals behind these cells harboring untold secrets with their unappealing faces and frightful behaviors.Upon witnessing him and the others being escorted to their r
“Detective Sharon, we would love to ask you a few questions if you do not mind. We are sure this would help the public understand more of what is going on,” one reporter said immediately. “Alright, please go ahead. If this would help the general public understand more of what is going on, “Thank you, Detective Sharon. Now that Mr. Alexander, Mr. X, and Attorney Hughes have been sentenced to lengthy prison terms, and Attorney Reynolds is awaiting the outcome of his investigation before he is sentenced, do you think that would be the end of this deadly organization?” “Yes, Mr. X. Mr. Alexander Rosewood and Attorney Hughes have been sentenced to prison for a very long term, and if care is not taken, for life imprisonment. However, this is not the end of the organization. As you might already know, the deadly organization is a large organization that has penetrated every sector, which could even include the police, the prison officers, the legal system, and many more, which could even i