Chapter 2: The Mole in the Bedroom
Vanessa wasn't just a mistress; she was an auditor. She had been hired by a private intelligence firm six months ago—the exact moment Julian started his affair—to infiltrate his life. She knew every password, every offshore account, and every bribe Julian had ever authorized.
While Julian toasted his "victory," Vanessa was busy syncing the final files. She had been the one to plant the "evidence" that led Elena to "leave" so easily. It was all part of the script. Elena hadn't been defeated; she had been extracted from a sinking ship.
"You look tense, darling," Vanessa whispered, running a hand down Julian’s arm.
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"I’m just… focused," Julian lied, his eyes scanning his phone for the confirmation from his banker that the estate transfer was complete. But the screen stayed blank. He felt a prickle of sweat at the back of his neck. "Why isn't the transfer showing up?"
Vanessa’s eyes glinted in the dim ballroom light. "Maybe," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper, "the assets don't belong to the person you think they do."
