Rohan watches with bated breath as the money transfers from Rosalyn’s account to his. He did not move everything, or else Rosalyn will suspect him immediately. It’s just a few thousand dollars every after a few days, until he wipes out her account. Yet, he feels a sense of victory as he takes another step in his revenge.After learning that Kendrick Walton is being slated to run for the top national position, he knows he needs to be faster. He closes the screen of his laptop. He has done his best to ensure that the transaction will be difficult to trace back to him. He plans to transfer the money without detection. Thankfully, she hasn’t asked for incriminating proof that he is, in fact, Hansel Crago.Rohan takes a deep breath. He has brought immense pleasure in enacting his revenge, but now it feels weird. He knows he is adamant about his plan and feels an exhilarating sense of power every time he succeeds in each step. Yet now, as he stares at the turned off laptop, he can feel his
Thankfully, nothing happened last night between him and Simone. After that second kiss, he pushed her sharply, and she almost fell on the bed. Rohan grins. He really is so close. This chapter of his life will soon end.Suddenly, he feels a presence of a stranger. The hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He looks around. He’s in his living room, sitting on the couch.He looks up and sees a man standing in the open doorway. It’s a tall, broad-shouldered man with a dark complexion and a neatly trimmed beard. He wears a long leather coat and a black hat. He smiles at Rohan and says, “Good evening. I have a message for you.”Rohan stares at the man in confusion. What message? Who is he? He has yet to learn who the man is and what he wants. Yet, he can’t stop a chill from running through him.Rohan sits up straight, preparing for danger. “What message?” he asks warily.The man reaches into his pocket and pulls out a paper. “It’s from a mutual acquaintance,” he says.Rohan takes the paper
Rohan arrives at his mansion back in the country. The scene of violence and carnage that he witnessed in Paris still lingers in his mind. That’s too much for him, even if he comes there to kill. The worst of it all is... Perhaps, is he unprepared to murder another human? Even if it’s for his own survival?He stumbles back, trying to shake off the memories of slaughter. From the time he left the building and when he boarded the plane back, all he could see was the shattered glass and splattered blood of the fake priest’s accomplices. Everything still echoes in his mind, as if he is about to go crazy. He has to get away from it. No! He has to get used to destroying other people’s lives! Besides, they all fucking deserve it!Thankfully, it is a weekday, and Rosalyn is out of the mansion. So he moves to the kitchen to get a bottle of water. He needs to rest, and perhaps, try to visualize that he is murdering people if required.He walks to the refrigerator and takes a bottle of water. He
The night’s heat is palpable and thick as Rohan and Rosalyn are entwined in each other’s embrace. Neither notice that the door to their bedroom is cracked open, nor the figure peeking in from the doorway, watching with a combination of envy and curiosity.Rohan and Rosalyn are oblivious to their audience as they move together in perfect harmony, their bodies involved in a never-ending dance of pleasure.“Oh, more, Hansel!”Rosalyn arches her back and lets out a low moan, her legs wrapping around Rohan’s waist in an effort to pull him closer. He responds by covering her body with his own, his hands running across her skin, caressing and exploring until he finds where to focus. His fingers move skillfully, sending waves of pleasure throughout her body.Rosalyn’s moan grows louder, and she wraps her legs tighter around him. As they reach their climax, her mouth finds his in a desperate kiss as she feels herself falling into the depths of intense sensations.“Let me take you inside my mou
Rohan trudges up the driveway from the mansion to the gardens. He is holding a box of shiny new locks tucked under his arm. He approaches Miss Shephard, who is on her hands and knees in the garden.“Good morning, Miss Shephard,” he greets. “I was wondering if you could help me install locks on all the doors of the mansion?”She smiles up at him and nods, while getting to her feet and brushing off her trousers. “You should have asked me to buy those,” she remarks.“No, it’s better to buy the locks myself and just ask other people to help me install them.”“You don’t want your wife to know about your affair with her daughter?” she asks.Rohan’s face blanches and his grip on the box of locks tightens. He knew he should have been more careful.“No, of course not,” he replies. “So, can you help me or not?”“Yes, of course.”“Then, this way,” he says.Miss Shephard follows him to the back of the mansion, where they plan to start. Miss Shephard points to each door, instructing Rohan on how t
Rohan returns home late in the evening. His responsiveness toward Rosalyn has been getting lesser as the days go by.After freshening up, he finds his wife sitting on the edge of their bed. She seems to contemplate something. However, he ignored the tension and takes the side of their bed.“You’ve been returning home late,” she remarks, her voice oddly calm.He has been expecting this for the past few days. However, Rosalyn is too patient that it takes a week after asking him.“I’ve been too busy lately.”“We work in the same office, Hansel.”He already knows what to say, but he pauses as if trying to think of some excuse. “I and the other models sometimes go out for a drink.”“Where?” she asks, her eyes expressionless.“Some bar. It’s different every night,” he responds.Now is the time to look angry, but Rosalyn is not the type to be angry at. She is just too generous and kind to him. She—Rohan stops himself. He is with her because of revenge! Why is he thinking of trying to fix thi
Rohan and Rosalyn step into the exclusive auction event area. Elegant music plays softly in the background—light music coming from string instruments. Well-dressed attendees are browsing through the auction catalogs.“This is the most luxurious auction I’ve ever been to!” Rohan exclaims. He leans towards Rosalyn and whispers, “Thank you, wife. I am sure you are used to these.”She giggles. “I am not. I think this is the most luxurious auction I’ve been to.”As the servers usher them into an area, Rohan can’t help but notice the pleasant aroma of perfumes and faint cigar smoke. Or is it incense that mixes with perfume and aged wood?He presses a kiss on her cheeks. “Still, I can’t believe I am here. It’s like a dream.”“I’m glad we get to experience this together,” she responds. “Want to look at the catalogs?”He nods, and R
Rohan has his arms behind his head as he lies down on the lounge chair beside the pool. He is in his swimming trunks as he had just a swim. His eyes are closed as he remembers that time he is destroying James Yu’s life. He hears a sound. He opens his eyes and sees a figure standing in front of him. “What are you doing here, Simone?” he asks. She is looking at him, her gaze moving all over his body. “You had sex with her again last night,” she says. “I can hear her loud moans every night for a week now.” “Of course, she’s my wife.” “But you don’t do it with me!” “Why? Have you done what I asked of you last time?!” She hisses at him. “Are you even asking her for things?! You are just too unfair!” “Yes, Simone. You are right. I am asking her for things and she is producing results. Unlike you.” “Asshole!” He shrugs his shoulders. He is about to close his eyes when she slaps her hand on the table beside him. “Is this enough?!” He sits up, taking the pictures of Rosalyn and anoth
As Pablo finishes his testimony, the courtroom is in shock. Gertrude’s face is twisted in anger and disbelief, while her lawyer looks defeated.“Your honor, I object to these baseless accusations against my client!” Gertrude’s lawyer exclaims.The judge raises an eyebrow. “I have heard enough evidence from Mr. Pablo and the other witnesses to proceed with this trial. Do you have any more witnesses or evidence to present on behalf of your client?”Gertrude’s lawyer shakes his head, knowing that there is no way to defend against the overwhelming evidence presented by Rohan and his team.The prosecutor steps forward confidently. “Your honor, we have shown with irrefutable evidence that Ms. Gertrude is involved in various illegal activities. We request that she be taken into custody immediately.”The judge bangs his gavel. “Ms. Gertrude, you are under arrest for drug trafficking, money laundering, and human trafficking.”The court erupts into cheers as Gertrude is led away by police offic
After a while, Tyrianne comes out of her room wearing a skimpy outfit. “Oh, I didn’t know you were awake,” she comments, lowering down the volume of the television. “Who could sleep with that kind of noise?!” he snaps, straightening from the sofa. She chuckles, unaffected by his irritation. “We might have a little too much fun.” “A little?” Rohan’s voice rises in disbelief. “That was not a little. You two were practically screaming your lungs out!” Tyrianne just shrugs nonchalantly. “Well, we can’t help it if we enjoy each other’s company,” she smirks. Rohan rolls his eyes and huffs in annoyance. “I swear, you two have no sense of decency.” “Decency?” Tyrianne repeats, raising an eyebrow at him. “You’re one to talk about decency when you are watching TV at such a loud volume.” He gives her a pointed look before turning back to the TV. He doesn’t want to admit that he was trying to drown out the scandalous sounds coming from her room. She walks over and sits beside him on the co
They spend the rest of the evening coming up with a plan to gather evidence against Gertrude. They decide that Douglas will sneak into her office during business hours and retrieve any incriminating documents or emails from her computer. The following day, Rohan watches from a safe distance as Douglas makes his move. He sees him looking around before slipping inside Gertrude’s office. Rohan can feel his heart racing with anticipation, knowing that this could make or break their case against Gertrude. Inside the office, Douglas quickly moves towards Gertrude’s computer and begins typing furiously. Rohan can see that he is nervous, but determined, as he sifts through files and folders on the computer. Then, there is a loud noise outside the office and Douglas freezes, looking around frantically for a place to hide. The door swings open, revealing Gertrude herself. Douglas hides behind the desk before Gertrude can see him. But as she heads straight for the desk, Rohan holds his breath
Rohan adjusts his tailored tuxedo jacket and straightens his silk tie as he enters the grand ballroom. “You look stunning,” he whispers to his partner, Tyrianne, as they make their way through the lavish crowd. “Thank you, darling,” Tyrianne replies with a smug grin, flaunting her designer gown that hugs her curves perfectly. “I can’t believe we blended in so well with these wealthy elites,” he chuckles, scanning the room for their target. “But I have a feeling Gertrude will stand out like a sore thumb.” Tyrianne mumbles something, her eyes already searching for their target. Rohan mimics her. They are using crystal glasses and extravagant decorations. There is also a huge chandelier above, which gives off a more opulent atmosphere that matches Gertrude’s persona. “She loves to show off her wealth and power? I guess this is a great place to do it.” As they carefully navigate through the throngs of people, Rohan and Tyrianne keep up a steady stream of discreet conversation, keepi
Rohan and Tyrianne quickly make their way towards their safe-house, the injured mercenary slung over Rohan’s shoulder. They have no time to waste, as they need answers from this man before he succumbs to his wounds. As they enter the safe-house, Rohan sets the injured man down in a chair while Tyrianne begins to prepare for the interrogation. She brings out various tools, including ropes and knives, that she knows will be effective in getting information out of someone. She also prepares medicines and bandages — another path for the mercenary if he chooses to cooperate. When the mercenary wakes up, he struggles weakly against his restraints as Rohan takes a seat across from him. His eyes flicker with fear and pain, but he remains silent. “Who hired you?” Rohan starts off calmly. The mercenary remains silent, his gaze shifting between Rohan and Tyrianne. “Are you not going to answer?” Tyrianne asks coldly, her fingers daintily touching the different tools setup for him. “I—I can’
Without a moment’s hesitation, Rohan and Tyrianne duck behind the staircase as Jackson starts firing his gun. The bullets ricochet off the walls, sending dust and debris flying in all directions. The two huddle together, trying to come up with a plan. “We need to disarm him,” Rohan whispers, his eyes darting around the area for any possible weapons they can use. Tyrianne nods in agreement. “I’ll create a diversion. You sneak up on him from behind,” she says, before dashing towards the opposite end of the hallway. Jackson’s attention turns towards her, and he starts shooting in her direction. Meanwhile, Rohan takes advantage of the distraction and stealthily moves towards him. Just as Jackson turns around, Rohan tackles him to the ground, sending both of them tumbling down the stairs. The impact knocks the wind out of Rohan, and he struggles to maintain his grip on Jackson’s gun. They wrestle on the floor. He can feel his muscles straining from the effort. “You think you can take m
Rohan and Tyrianne sit across from each other in a dimly lit room, sharing breakfast and visibly shaken. Dust fills the air and the slivers of light that sneak in from the outside illuminate the room. He shifts his gaze to her, and like him, her face is pale and drawn. He can see the worry in her expression, the same as what he is feeling now. Tyrianne breaks the silence. “How could it have been so easy?” Her voice is barely audible and there is a tremble in her voice as she speaks. Rohan shakes his head. “I don’t know,” he admits. “Do you think it’s a trap?” “But we’re still alive.” “A delayed trap, perhaps?” Still, Rohan feels like someone is laughing at him–as if he is being played around. “How safe is this place?” she asks. “You’re the only person who knows this place.” “I’m worried about my kids in the orphanage.” “I don’t think they would massacre them.” “Rohan!” she scolds, and she might not have noticed herself, but she just called him by his name. “Should I apolog
There are two places that Pablo has mentioned to Rohan where they can look for more evidence. One is in a mansion, the other one is in a derelict warehouse looming before them.“Why did Pablo even think that this warehouse has evidence?” Rohan asks as he walks inside.This place is more than abandoned. Shadows dance through the shattered windows as he and Tyrianne pick their way carefully over the debris on the floor.“He did say that Gertrude’s allies are using this place to store incriminating documents.”“Without a guard?”“We’re not yet sure of that,” she answers.Rohan keeps quiet as they delve deeper into the crumbling building.“Over here,” Tyrianne calls softly, her flashlight illuminating a stack of dusty file boxes tucked away in a corner.Rohan joins her, his pulse quickening as he opens the first box. “Look at this,” he murmurs
The following weeks are a flurry of activities. They set their plans in motion. Rohan and Pablo help gather evidence against Gertrude, while Tyrianne snakes her way into infiltrating Gertrude’s inner circle. Although, Tyrianne looks all harmless, innocent, and sincere—it belies the fact that she can ensnare anyone within her traps.The door opens, and Tyrianne comes into his office. She is wearing a purple dress that reaches half her thighs. Her hair is up in a lovely bun and her heels are at least five inches high.Sitting on a couch, she removes her heels and starts to massage her feet.“Gertrude Mendoza has her fingers in a lot of pies,” Rohan informs her.“Right,” she says. Clearly tired and annoyed by the recent social event she had just attended.“How’s everything on your side?”“Bad. I didn’t see Clint at all. No one from Gertrude’s side attended the event too.”“A waste for the get-up?”“What?” she asks, frowning.“Well, you look pretty in that dress,” he comments, almost trip