This evening in room xxxx of the hotel.
"Why did that damned woman have to show up at Nadine's engagement party?" Sonya feared her secret might spill if it turns out Nadine isn't really her daughter, for she'd never been pregnant; she had merely feigned it, and everything she showed Mr. Rama was fraudulent.
Erza didn't reply immediately, preoccupied with savoring the juicy watermelon belonging to Sonya. They had just finished an exchange of passions, a type of relationship they both favored—unencumbered by commitments, prioritizing mutual satisfaction and benefit.
Meanwhile, Erza's hand explored a dense jungle, thoroughly drenched.
"Don't worry, darling. Markus has already given her a lesson."
"Why don't we just kill her instead?"
Erza embraced Sonya from behind, both unclothed, hands kneading Sonya's breasts. "She's Markus's wife, he wouldn't bear to kill her. Don't you want us to erase the old geezer and Nadine instead?"
"Yes, to avoid suspicion, the old man first. Nadine can wait for my further instructions."
Erza kissed Sonya's shoulder, musing about Nadine, imagining her foster child's breathtaking beauty. He never expected his subordinate's adopted child would grow into such a stunning young woman. "It's a shame if a girl as beautiful as that had to die."
"Are you smitten with her?" Sonya asked, her tone sharp.
"Not at all, darling, you're the only one I want." Even though, deep inside, Erza entertained other fantasies—before killing Nadine, he longed to claim her body to his satisfaction. His jaw tightened as he envisioned Nadine's exquisite form.
Then Erza resumed stoking Sonya's cravings, "I want you again, darling."
"But I must return home soon, lest the old man starts searching. I told him I was going to the salon."
"Just one more round, I promise."
Without awaiting Sonya's consent, he thrust his weapon into her, sliding in effortlessly.
Before long, the hotel room echoed with distinct moans.
"Ahh... ahh...ahh..."
*Nadine\, I hope one day you'll be under my power\,* Erza thought.
...
At the Mansion, Marvin was engrossed with his laptop, temporarily having to leave the business he set up in Australia. Still, he kept close tabs remotely. He entrusted Hellen to handle his duties, her being his assistant at Alpha Group.
Many entrepreneurs worldwide might recognize Adam Alvarez, a young and highly successful businessman.
Turns out, Marvin was not just successful in illicit enterprises; he was competent in lawful circles too. At age 20, Uncle Theo handed over a fortune from Marvin's grandfather, intended for Mrs. Rena, not Uncle Theo. Uncle Theo taught Marvin to be a successful businessman.
In Australia, countless women adored his handsome appearance, yet Marvin had zero interest in dating; his heart was consumed with vengeance. The man was striking—fair skin, solid jaw, brown eyes, and he stood at 185 cm. No one could guess he was a cold-blooded mafia.
Marvin was adept at concealing his true identity.
Marvin closed his laptop when Dewangga entered his office with a bottle of wine and a crucial file.
Dewangga seated himself on another sofa. "Are you sure about destroying your father's company?" asked Dewangga. All of Marvin's men respected him, except for this man—they had been friends since childhood.
Then Dewangga poured wine into a chalice.
Marvin didn't answer immediately, he downed the wine and set the chalice back on the table. "Yes, I am. I've thought this through since my youth."
"You're already a successful entrepreneur, you have it all. Why not make peace with the world? You should consider your future; I think Hellen is fond of you, marry her, have a family, be happy." Dewangga just wanted to offer advice as a true friend.
Marvin's gaze hardened, "Should I let them live comfortably after what they did to my mother? She died horribly—murdered, then burnt. So, don't blame me for being ruthless to them."
Dewangga felt remorseful. "I apologize, I just wish to see my friend happy, that's all."
"I'll be happy once I see them all suffer and kill the man who murdered my mother." Marvin remembered the man who killed his mother, "Have you found any information on the man who killed her?"
Dewangga nodded, presenting data on Markus to Marvin.
Marvin immediately scanned the paper.
Name: Markus
Birthdate: January 17, 1973
Spouse: Aline Juliana
Children: -
Affiliation: Gangster The Bloods
Not just Markus's data, but also photographs of a man with burn scars on his face.
"Finally, Markus, you will feel my vengeance!" Marvin clenched his fist, the pent-up anger resurging, crushing the photo of Markus.
"The chief of The Bloods is Erza Brandon. They often deal in human trafficking, selling women for prostitution and body parts abroad," Dewangga disclosed information about The Bloods.
"It's despicable; I will destroy them."
"Also, Markus's wife was once pregnant, if the child were alive, he or she might be about 24 now. But the child's fate, whether alive or dead, is unknown," Dewangga added more on Markus, their prime target.
"So, he's full of mysteries; we must capture him soon. I need to unravel whatever secrets he holds, figure out why he killed my mother. I'm certain my father or Sonya orchestrated my mother's death."
Dewangga simply nodded.
...
Nadine had been messaging Miss A several times, but to no avail—the phone seemed to be off. She was longing to share today's events, about the street gang almost harassing her, and the enigmatic man who saved her.
Fear gripped Nadine for her chat friend—could Miss A be ill? She usually texted every evening.
[Miss A, why is your phone off? Are you unwell? I hope you're alright.]
Nadine sighed, placing her phone on the nightstand. Perhaps that night, she wouldn't be chatting with her online friend—the only one who'd listen to all her stories, sorrows, and joys.
Indeed, Nadine was right; at that moment, Aline lay powerless in bed, shivering under the heavy blankets, her body too accustomed to pain from her husband's abuses.
Nadine approached her bed, wincing as her knee ached. "Sshh... Arrrggghhh!"
Seating at the bed's edge, she went to replace the bandage on her knee, but then her thoughts drifted to the beguiling stranger who helped her.
"Adam Alvarez? It sounds familiar." Honestly, Nadine acknowledged the man's allure, but his mystery and penetrating gaze scared her.
"I hope to never meet him again." She clutched her racing heart, fearing he might disrupt her emotions, especially when marriage to Damar was on the horizon.
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