James Colbert drove his Ferrari into the locality where the Ateliers lived. He parked it on a shadowy street corner. The sun had already set, and he looked furtively to ensure nobody noticed him.James rechecked his phone to ensure he had read Carol's last message correctly. "Thanks for the help. I'm grateful," it said. That was perplexing.Why would she thank him when their last meeting had ended so terribly? Was she being sarcastic? That was definitely not her style.Only an hour back, James had made an indecent proposal to Carol. The beauty had come to him to help release Josh from the Grizzly Kings. The billionaire had decided to hit the iron while it was hot. He proposed that if she had sex with him, he'd help Josh and Chloe. Moreover, he suggested paying her stipends for sexual favors. The beauty could be his mistress while being married to Victor. Carol had outright rejected him and rushed out of the building in tears.Therefore, a message of gratitude from her made little sens
Martha widened her eyes dramatically. "Is that true, dear? Is Victor really a bodyguard?"Carol nodded. "I told him to quit the job, but he wouldn't listen. I'm sure he'll come around if I have more time to talk to him."Martha scowled. "Dear, I know you have heard this from your dad and me several times. But why don't you divorce that loser and marry James? The Colbert family owns lands, mansions, and expensive cars and has tremendous influence in the government; even gangsters pay obeisance to them. Why live in poverty and humiliation when you can live like a queen?"Carol shook her head. "I don't want to talk about this, mom. Whatever Victor is going through, all he needs is time. I can't give up on him at this point. It's my duty as his wife to support him."Martha grimaced to show her disgust. "It's all my fault. I shouldn't have let you marry that useless man. But your grandfather was adamant about it. He'd also ask you to divorce him if he were still alive. I am sure of that."C
Claire Holt reclined in her Rolls Royce Phantom, eyeing the enigma seated beside her. Victor Damone. He was the most mystifying and secretive man she had ever met. Victor was a great fighter with incredible speed and strength. He possessed high intelligence and figured out people with a cursory glance. The man had an air of confidence and self-assuredness about him which made Claire fond of him. But why would an ordinary man with a wife possess such superhuman qualities?Victor had not spoken a word since the Rolls Royce started for its destination. He was wearing a handsome blue-black Tom Ford tuxedo. Claire couldn't take her eyes off him.They were heading to Prince County, where Angela Kauffman's villa was located. The man seemed to be absorbed in his thoughts. Claire thought she'd give anything to know what he was thinking."You clean up quite well for a bodyguard," she joked. "Why don't you dress like this usually?""It is unnecessary," Victor replied curtly.Claire pouted. "As my
James immediately recognized the card by its logo and design. It was issued by Cosmo World Bank, a financial organization that acted as a banker to the world's top ten billionaires. How did Victor possess a black-gold card from Cosmo? Why did he mention these particular events? "What nonsense are you spewing?" he spat. "Do you claim to have accomplished all that? What a joke! A penniless and weak man like you can't even bully a homeless man! How do you claim to have the power to intimidate the Grizzly Kings? Do you think a fake Cosmo World Bank card will fool me? Stop dreaming and come back to reality! Your tricks won't work on me!""Just wait for it, Colbert," Victor replied coldly. "Your world will end soon."James scoffed. "That's the biggest joke I have ever heard! But give me a second to talk to my father. He'll hire goons to raze your company and house to the ground. He'll take away everything you own and love! Carol will spit on your face and come running to me!"James placed
Victor picked up Carol lovingly in his arms and brought her to the living room. He laid her down on the couch with care. "I'll get you a cup of coffee from the kitchen," he said. His wife smiled at him weakly and covered herself with a thin blanket. She was still trembling from the drug's effects. Victor brought her a coffee and sat by her side. Carol wondered if their fight was finally over. They had already agreed to have sex tonight. Will they be a loving couple, finally?"What happened to me?" Carol asked, taking a sip of her hot drink. "Why did I lose consciousness? Should I go to the doctor?"Victor shook his head. "Colbert did this to you. He used a date rape drug called Rohypnol. Most likely, he slipped it into your food or drink. He had planned to take advantage of you while you were unconscious.""Oh…" she said, digesting how horrible the reality was.Victor kept the truth from Carol that her family pimped her out to the lecherous James Colbert for a million dollars. She was
"Mom, please forget about James," Carol said weakly. "It's better that he never returns. I don't want him around anymore." However, her mother and brother were barely listening to her."Mom, I think we can still convince Mr. Colbert to come back," Josh said, scratching his head. "Let's pursue him and let Carol beg for forgiveness. He has a weak spot for her.""Yes! Good idea! Let's do that! He may have mercy if she kneels before him and offers her body!" Martha approached Carol and tried to drag her towards the door. "Come, dear, let's find James and apologize to him.""No, Mom!" Carol wailed. "I hate James! I will never go after him!""What did you just say? You bloody fool of a girl! Only James Colbert can keep you happy. Your husband is a penniless loser. You should divorce Victor Damone immediately and marry James!"Carol shook her head. "Victor loves me truly, and I love him back. There's no way I will leave him for anybody else.""Your priorities are all wrong, sister," Josh sai
"I will keep you company on your trip next time," Victor assured Claire on the phone. She called him seventeen times before he picked up the call and explained his situation."I don't believe you!" the billionaire beauty hollered from the other end. Victor could imagine Claire pouting at him. She was a fierce businesswoman in public but acted like a spoiled teenager around him."Be rest assured. I'll fulfill my bodyguard duties whenever necessary. Your protection is a priority." The last statement seemed to satisfy Claire. "Okay, fine! I'll let you off the hook this time," she said and disconnected the call. Claire Holt went berserk on reading Victor's last message. His words were precise: 'Won't join you at Angela Kauffman's party. Urgent matter.' Victor figured he'd eventually run into Angela, considering she was at the center of the mayhem. However, tonight was not the night. He turned towards the young, vivacious female seated across from him. She was around twenty-five but loo
"I wanted to thank you through this dinner for treating my grandfather," Victor interrupted her. "I've transferred three million to your account along with your regular fees. Consider it a gift for your professional service."Sophia's expressions dimmed. Victor's rude interruption broke her out of a trance. She realized she had gone too far. The man had that effect on most women. "It's okay," the beauty said. "It was my duty as a medical practitioner to save him." She turned away as if she didn't want to speak to him anymore.Victor judged her discomfort and said, "I met your brother."Sophia looked up at him. "Lance? Did he say anything about me?"Victor smiled and shook his head. "He's my handler for this mission.""Yeah, I heard. Project Swallowtail. The Puppetmaster.""It's better not to speak of such matters in public," Victor warned.However, Sophia was not backing off. "People talk about him in hushed voices as if he was a big deal, some legend. It makes you think, did he reall