Chapter 22 This Looks Like a Funeral
Elena finished her morning run, then casually practiced her blade work—because apparently, slicing apples blindfolded wasn't enough cardio.
By the time she finished, she was covered in a light sheen of sweat. She went upstairs, showered, and reset. When she emerged, her stylists had already laid out...
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Chapters
1. Chapter 1 A Glimpse Like a Rainbow
2. Chapter 2 Then What Does That Make Me?
3. Chapter 3 I'm the Bastard Child You Were Talking About
4. Chapter 4 May You Rot Together
5. Chapter 5 Until Our Next Round
6. Chapter 6 What Kind of Trash Requires My Personal Appearance?
7. Chapter 7 Just a Rotten Cucumber
8. Chapter 8 Miss Elena, This Is Lucien
9. Chapter 9 I‘’ll Make My Move
10. Chapter 10 Dressed Like That, What Did You Expect?
11. Chapter 11 No Need to Grab Me
12. Chapter 12 I Don't Repeat Myself
13. Chapter 13 How Dare You Act Like This Here
14. Chapter 14 The More You Say That, The More I Want To
15. Chapter 15 She Slapped Everyone Equally
16. Chapter 16 If Hell Won't Take You, Then I Will Be Your Hell
17. Chapter 17 If We're Calling Ourselves Family, Then No One Gets Left Out
18. Chapter 18 If We're Calling Ourselves Family, Then No One Gets Left Out
19. Chapter 19 He Lives Across From Her?
20. Chapter 20 He Already Has A Girlfriend!
21. Chapter 21 Maybe You Should Take a Combat Class
22. Chapter 22 This Looks Like a Funeral
23. Chapter 23 Just Because You Can't Dial Doesn't Mean I Won't Help
24. Chapter 24 I Know Everything
25. Chapter 25 Pity. The Old Thing is Hard to Kill.
26. Chapter 26 This is Why You Are Single
27. Chapter 27 Someone Make Them Bleed
28. Chapter 28 I'm Just Here for the Front Row Seats
29. Chapter 29 Congratulations on the Cuckolding
30. Chapter 30 The Dead Woman
31. Chapter 31 Back at the hospital, the Ansel family circus was reaching a crescendo. The cuckold flowers kept coming. Audrey, already furious to the point of combustion, tried to physically kick a delivery driver out of the hallway and ended up twisting her ankle, confining her to the bed in pure agony. Grace, her head wrapped in thick gauze, fought constantly with her in-laws. Big screaming matches every three days. Vicious insults every two. Sometimes they just skipped the dialogue and went straight to throwing things at each other. Meanwhile, poor Charles Ansel—the universe's favorite punching bag—got his expedited DNA test results back. Neither of his teenagers were his. He immediately filed for a brutal divorce, froze all of his wife's assets, and hired thugs to put the "other man" in an ICU. Margaret, freshly conscious but partially paralyzed from her stroke, could only watch the yellow balloons bounce against her hospital ceiling. Her mouth was twisted. Her legacy was ash. Victor finally woke up from his severe concussion, deeply confused by the sheer volume of St. Patrick's Day-style green decorations and mocking flowers in his room. He grabbed a terrified nurse by the collar and forced her to explain. When he learned Elena had publicly exposed his affairs, his wife's revenge affair, and the company's impending bankruptcy, the emotional shock hit him like a freight train. He flatlined. Briefly. The doctors dragged him back to life, much to his own misfortune. Richard Ansel, watching his prestigious empire devolve into a trashy reality show, finally made the only decision ruthless men make when cornered. Kill her. He contacted his darkest underground connections. The brokers returned with a quote: $20 million for the hit. She is protected by ex-military operatives. That is the price. Not a cent less. Richard transferred the funds. At the exact same time, two rooms down, Grace Ansel made a call to a different underground broker. She received the same quote. She transferred another $20 million. Yes. They had both hired assassins. Separately. For the exact same target. The Ansel family couldn't even coordinate a murder properly. ⸻ Three Days Later Both Richard and Grace received an encrypted email confirmation.
Target: Eliminated. Attached were two files: a photograph of a burned, unrecognizable body pulled from a car wreck, and a verified DNA report matching the corpse to Elena Ashford. The broker included a polite note: Please wire the remaining balance immediately. Naturally, neither Richard nor Grace paid right away. $20 million was a massive sum, especially with their company's assets currently frozen by federal investigators. They demanded video proof. Thirty minutes later, the video arrived. The Footage:
Elena lands at a private airstrip in Finland. She steps into a Rolls-Royce. Two miles down a snowy mountain road, the convoy is ambushed. Heavy gunfire shatters the windshield. The Rolls-Royce swerves, crashing through a guardrail and tumbling violently down a steep ravine. The fuel tank ruptures. A massive explosion engulfs the car. Inside the roaring flames, a woman with a dark bob screams before the camera cuts out. Grace had the video analyzed by a private tech firm. The experts confirmed: no cuts, no CGI, one continuous shot. It's real. Satisfied, Grace authorized the final wire transfer. At almost the exact same moment, Richard authorized his. Two payments. $40 million total. For one dead woman. ⸻ The Next Morning Grace ordered the nurses to wheel Richard, Charles, and Victor into the hospital's private lounge. Because nothing says "family bonding" quite like watching a snuff film together. She played the video on the flat screen proudly, like she had just won an Oscar for Best Director. But within seconds of the car exploding, Richard's expression changed. Dark. Cold. Dangerously aware. Because the video Grace was playing... was identical to the one sitting in his encrypted inbox. Which meant they hadn't just shared the same trauma. They had fallen for the exact same scam. "Pause it," Richard wheezed, his chest heaving. He pulled up his own phone and tossed it onto Grace's lap. Grace stared at the screen. The same email. The same DNA report. The same video. Silence fell over the room. Then—SLAM. Grace hit the table, her face twisting in pure rage. "They charged us twice?! We paid forty million dollars!" Richard looked like his soul had already filed for bankruptcy. One target cannot be killed twice. Same video. Same method. There was only one conclusion. The assassins had played them. Just as Grace reached for her phone to call the broker and scream for a refund, both her phone and Richard's phone began to ring. The exact same unknown international number. They stared at each other. They answered simultaneously, putting it on speaker. A voice drifted through the line. Light. Playful. Utterly rotten. "Hi. Good morning." A soft pause. "Did you enjoy the movie?" Before either of them could even draw breath to scream, Elena laughed. "I have to say, I really enjoyed your forty million dollars." She wasn't dead. She had just robbed them. And somehow, she had made it deeply, humiliatingly personal.
32. Chapter 32 Please Take Care of Me
33. Chapter 33 A Very Kissable Problem
34. Chapter 34 I Bought It For You
35. Chapter 35 Get On. I'll Carry You.
36. Chapter 36 I'm Not Acting
37. Chapter 37 What Would You Like to Hear?
38. Chapter 38 Mr. Vale Has the Edge
39. Chapter 39 Lost in the Lotus
40. Chapter 40 I'm Not That Narrow-Minded
41. Chapter 41 He Actually Dreamed... He'd Lost His Mind
42. Chapter 42 When Spring Comes, The Snow Will Melt
43. Chapter 43 Tonight, We Visit Lord Vega
44. Chapter 44 Ten Million. I Want Him Pouring My Drinks.
45. Chapter 45 Don't Doubt It. I Came For You.
46. Chapter 46 It's Drugged.
47. Chapter 47 It's an Aphrodisiac
48. Chapter 48 The One Who Drugged Her Has Been Caught
49. Chapter 49 The One Who Drugged Her Has Been Caught
50. Chapter 50 Do You Want to Live?
51. Chapter 51 Never Trust Strangers
52. Chapter 52 Never Trust Strangers
53. Chapter 53 Does It Still Hurt?
54. Chapter 54 Peter, Let's Go to Neverland
55. Chapter 55 You Smell So Good
56. Chapter 56 Does He Have Ice in His Veins?
57. Chapter 57 The Bite Mark on His Collarbone
58. Chapter 58 Zoe Zhou Gets Married
59. Chapter 59 The Birthday Banquet
60. Chapter 60 So You Know Julian Kade
61. Chapter 61 I Should Throw Him Into the Atlantic
62. Chapter 62 A Real Rose Does Not Compete With Weeds
63. Chapter 63 She Owns the Kade Empire
64. Chapter 64 Ms. Elena's English Name is Evelyn
65. Chapter 65 Men Like That Belong In Hell
66. Chapter 66 Always One Move Ahead, Grandfather
67. Chapter 67 I Want to Give You a Ride Home
68. Chapter 68 Is Your Heart Suddenly Racing?
69. Chapter 69 Endure It
70. Chapter 70 Watch Him Love Someone Else
71. Chapter 71 Does It Hurt? Then Go Die
72. Chapter 72 Some Mountains Cannot Be Climbed
73. Chapter 73 Just the Helpful Type
74. Chapter 74 Dangerously Strategic
75. Chapter 75 Has Elena Been Through Rehab or Something?
76. Chapter 76 Mr. Vale, You're Impressive
77. Chapter 77 If I Did Something Wrong, I'll Fix It
78. Chapter 78 She's About to Kill Someone
79. Chapter 79 I Will Erase Her, No Matter the Cost
80. Chapter 80 I Brought Gifts
81. Chapter 81 You Hurt My Son. I'll Kill You.
82. Chapter 82 A Father Kills His Daughter
83. Chapter 83 Dropping Like Flies
84. Chapter 84 May You Never Be Reborn
85. Chapter 85 A God Taking Up the Blade
86. Chapter 86 No Way Back
87. Chapter 87 Go to Therapy and Learn How to be a Simp
88. Chapter 88 Trying to Run? Then Die.
89. Chapter 89 Am I Really That Kind of Man?
90. Chapter 90 You'd Better Keep Me Safe
91. Chapter 91 Nothing About You is Ever a Burden
92. Chapter 92 I Saved You
93. Chapter 93 The Light That Led Me to Dawn
94. Chapter 94 I Said, Let Her Go
95. Chapter 95 Impressive Moves, Mr. Vale
96. Chapter 96 See Me in Court
97. Chapter 97 Do You Even Respect the Law?
98. Chapter 98 I Should Have Snapped Her Neck
99. Chapter 99 You Expect Gratitude from a Butcher?
100. Chapter 100 Lucien Vale's Invitation
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