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The email exchanges with Hans had been easier than I expected. He didn’t ask too many questions, just accepted my claim that I was an employee at Rose Corporation who despised Adrian and Carmela. I fed him the details he needed, step by step, ensuring he knew exactly how to outmaneuver Adrian.
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“I want him ruined,” I typed in one email.
Hans replied almost instantly. “He’ll be done. Don’t worry”
Hans played his part perfectly. Within weeks, he secured the project that Adrian had banked his entire company
The news broke that Rose Corporation had filed for bankruptcy. I sat on my small couch in the suburbs, watching
the headlines roll in.
“Adrian Rose Files for Bankruptcy Amid Scandal.”
*Former Billionaire Facing Police Investigation in Wife’s Death.”
The cherry on top? Carmela had disappeared. Vanished without a trace. I smirked as I sipped my tea Everything was going exactly as planned.
The sun was warm as I lounged by the pool later that afternoon, enjoying the quiet life I’d always dreamed of. Adrian was unraveling, the police were circling, and I was free.
A shadow fell over me, breaking the peace. I glanced up to see a woman standing there, studying me intently
“Excuse me,” she said cautiously. “Are you…. Felicity Rose?”
My heart skipped a beat, but I kept my expression calm. I’d taken every precaution–cutting my hair, adding a fake scar and a mole to my face. There was no way she could know.
“No,” I said evenly, offering a faint smile. “I think you’ve got the wrong person.”
The woman hesitated, then nodded. “Sorry about that. You just… look familiar.”
As she walked away, I let out a slow breath, my grip on the pool chair tightening. Days later, I realized that moment wasn’t as harmless as I’d hoped
It started small–people on the street glancing at me a little too long, whispering when they thought I wasn’t paying attention. Then it escalated. My phone buzzed with notifications from news outlets.
“Adrian Rose Announces New Revelation: Wife Felicity Missing. Not Dead.”
I stared at the headline in disbelief. Adrian was in front of the cameras.
“I know my wife isn’t dead,” he said firmly. “Someone plotted this to make it look like she died, but I believe she’s still out there. Felicity, if you can hear me, come back. And for anyone with information, I’m offering a substantial
reward.”
A number flashed on the screen, and my stomach dropped.
“He can’t possibly know,” I whispered to myself, pacing the small living room.
But the reward was enough to make people start digging. And if anyone connected the dots, it wouldn’t take long
for them to find me.
I cursed under my breath, tossing my phone onto the table. Adrian’s desperation wasn’t part of my plan. Now I had to leave again, find somewhere new, start over.
Packing quickly. I made my way back to the small house I’d been renting to gather the last of my things. I moved through the house like a shadow, my bag slung over my shoulder as I checked every room.
I was almost at the front door when I felt it–a presence behind me.
Before I could turn, rough hands grabbed me, pulling me back.
“Let go of me!” I shouted, struggling against the grip of two burly men
“Shut up,” one of them hissed, yanking me harder.
“We’re gonna be rich,” the other one said with a laugh. “Adrian’s reward is as good as ours.”
My heart pounded as they dragged me toward a van parked outside. I fought harder, twisting and kicking, but
they were too strong.
“Stop struggling,” one growled.
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*Please,” I said through gritted teeth, “you don’t understand.”
But they didn’t care. I barely registered the world spinning around me before everything went black.
