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